The Reason (Frerard)

The Drinking (Chapter 1)

Frank's PoV

November 12, 2012

It's been four years since Ray caught Gerard and I making out on that tour bus couch. Four years that Gerard hasn't drank alcohol as well. He kept his end of the promise all that time, until tonight. I walked into the bunk area of our tour bus after an amazing show, and I see Gerard taking a swig of liquor.

"Gerard." I sternly said, and he turned around.

"Frankkkk, babyy I've missed youu." he slurred. Fuck, how could this be happening?

"Gee, you're drunk."

"Noooo"

"Gerard."

"All I had was two drinks Frankie!" he drunkenly admitted.

"We just got off stage! How long have you been sneaking these drinks?" I screamed. I couldn't hold back my anger any longer.

Fear flashed through his eyes. I've rarely screamed at him, and even when I had I've apologized immediately afterwards. Before I could say sorry, he started to cry. God damn what have I done?

"Gee no, come on" I said pulling the drunken man into his bunk.

"Frank I, I, I couldn't stand it any longer! I wanted a drink god damn it! It got out of hand. I'm sorry" he says as I crawl beside him in his bunk.

"Gerard its okay." I said, trying to comfort him by stroking his bright red hair.

We stayed there like that for a long time, until Gerard fell asleep. I kissed his forehead and got out of the bunk. Checking my phone I seen it was 3 AM. I decided to see where Ray and Mikey were, because they didn't come back to the bus after the show.

I walk into the living room area of the bus to see Mikey, Ray, Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, and Brendon Urie. Pete, noticing me first.

"Frankkkk heyyyy" he calls out. Sounds like Gerard wasn't the only one to have a few drinks tonight.

"Sup Wentz" I say, sitting between Ray and Mikey.

Pete then took a swig of what he was drinking, and as I suspected, It was a can of beer.

Gerard, Pete, Mikey, and Ray were totally wasted. Patrick, Brendon and I were the only ones to deal with them. Great.

"Uh I'll take Pete back to our bus" Patrick says, Brendon tagging along with them as they almost drag Pete out of the bus. Panic! At the disco and Fall out boy shared a bus, while we got our own. I'm still unsure of why.

"Aren't you going to thank me Patrick?" Pete mumbles as he's dragged out of the door.

"Ray. Mikey." I say and their heads snap up.

"Hmmmm?" Mikey says.

"Bunks. Now." I reply. Its like I'm the father around here, or at least the only one with enough sence to not go get drunk on tour.

Ray and Mikey stumble to their bunks, and I follow. Gerard has woken up by then.

"Frank?" He says when I go to get in my bunk.

"Yes Gee?" I say, going over to his bunk.

"I don't want to sleep alone."

"You have to Gee, they can't find out. Well not Mikey."

"But he's my brother, he'll understand." He pouts.

I sighed and gave him a small peck on the lips "Good night Gee" I say

"Good night Frankie" I hear him say as I return to my bunk under a drunked Ray and across from a drunken Mikey, whom have passed out.

Let's just hope Ray doesn't find out.