My Chemical Romance 2019

Chapter 7

We pack ourselves into the van, all of us beaming happily. We should be back to our weird phoned hotel in no time at all. Frank drove, because we're too fucking tired to lay ass in that driver's seat.

The second we get inside Ray passes out on the couch, I don't blame him. Playing face-melting guitar is hard work. Mikes leans back into the recliner. He stopped moving, so he's either dead, in wonderland, or asleep. The only sleeping place of the guys that actually fucks with me, is Frank's. I went to get some pre-sleep coffee and turned to set my very favorite mug on the table, a batman mug just in case you were curious, but saw Frankie's sleeping body.

After that, I went to my room [coffeeless] and buried my head into my pillow. I don't remember anything after that, so I suppose I fell asleep. I wake and see Bee's soft hair on a love-seat in my room.

I stretch and pull up the blinds. The road should have puddles that appear rainbow according to the height of our window and the 10 o'clock sun. I must check! I look down from the clouds to the road. HOLY SHIT.

"What the fuck?" I ask nobody in particular.

"What Dad?" Bandit says.

I grab her arm so that she can see the thousands of people breaking windows and doors, claiming the building by vandalization, and holding signs.

"Ahh.. Call security" She finally says.

"huh" I say clueless on their number.

"FrrraNK!?" We both yell.

Frank calls them and we watch as big men in yellow suits shove all the fans into a small cage outside. Bandit walks into the bathroom without another word. It's just Frank and I now. We watch the cage of crazies break, and the contents scatter. I don't know how long we've been watching.

"We're going to have to go." Frank speaks, his voice cracking with the lack of use.

We stand at the backside of the hotel, all with our bags. Ray pops the trunk and throws the keys to Bandit. She tucks her bag into the corner.

"I'll start the van." Bandit says dryly.

Frank was hooking the tour bus to the van, as we jammed our stuff into the trunk. I grabbed Frank's shit and threw it in the trunk right as Bob slammed it shut.

I lodge myself in the back left side. I buckle up as Ray slides into the front, his cell pressed to his ear. Mikey gets in the far back seats and curls his legs up onto the second seat. His phone is also up against his ear. I think he has our manager on the phone.

Bob piles into the middle seat up front. I look at the window across the row of seats seeing a terrified Frankie running full speed with a pack of wild and angry wolv- uh I mean- fans hurrying after him. I rip off my seat belt and fling open the door for him to get in.

He jumps in and slams the door after him, "DRIVE, BANDIT, DRIVE!"

"AW FUCK!" Bandit says, slamming the pedal to the floor and swerving to not kill anyone.

I begin to panic, looking at Frank hitting himself repeatedly, Ray with the innocent cupcake look torn from his face, making him look old and wise. Mikey's eyes are red from stress, twiddling his fingers numbly. Bob is staring into space, at the road ahead of us. I look to Bee next. Her eyes are fixed on the road, she looks so grown up.

I still remember her 12th birthday.

[flashback in italics]

I stood on my toes and tried to tape the sign up.

It was newly 2014, My sweet Bee was almost a teen. One more year to take care of her as my sweet little Bee. Not many people would be here, just her friends and Frank.

"Need help Gerard?" Lindsey smiled up at me, holding a step stool.

I laugh, and take the step stool from her. "Thanks, Lins"

"That's all I get?" She says sassily.

I hop off of the stool and pull her up, giving her a slightly longer than a peck on the lips. Honestly in our relationship we're just friends. To me at least. I've talked to Lindsey about me being bi, and not in LOVE with her. She's like that awesome cousin that you kissed in 9th grade because you were bored.

"FUCKIN' FRANK IN THE HOOOOUSE!" I break apart from her and smile as I see Frank sprinting towards me in a HUGE puppy dog onsie.

He's so fucking cute. NOPE! I don't know what's been with me the past months. I just have really been into Frank...

"God, Frank! Bandit's napping!" Linds whisper yells.

"Lay off him Lindsey." She hates Frank. It's all because we continued frerard on stage after we got married. I said it was all just for show. But really I crave Frank's lips on mine.

It was very awkward then.

"I'll go get the cake and some wine." Frank said tensely.

"I'm going to wake Bandit. Elz, [pronounced like multiple Ls. the letter] Grab me some Non alcoholic pina coladas."

I walk through the halls, and navigate myself into into Bee's room.

"Bee, wake up honey."

"Gee." I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I open my eyes and find myself staring into Frank's hazel-y green eyes.

"We're here."

The walk into the new hotel was a Blur. [see what I did there?] Ray tried to show me around, but i just kept zoning out. He either gave up or ended the tour because he went into his and Bob's room. Mikey was unloading his and Bee's shit into their room, and Bandit was screaming in the bathroom, from stress or constipation, I don't know.

I went next to Frank by our window. Originally I was sharing a room with Bee, but Frank didn't want to stay with 'Mikey's shit fuckin snake ass legs creepin into my bed'. I'm pretty bummed about moving. To the whole other side of Ohio.

I now remember Frank next to me. I look at him, to see how he's reacting to this. I didn't expect to see tears.

"F-Frank?" I don't really know why, but I'm on the verge of tears.

"I'm sorry."

"For w-what?" I wonder.

"Being me!" He ends with a large sob.

"Fran-"

"NO! Gerard, I'm a huge fuck up! I drove too slow and they followed! YOU'D BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME. I-I I should FUCKING KILL MYS-" Frank was cut of by my lips on his. Instinct took over. My arms wrapped under his arms and rested on his shoulder blades. He seemed to soften in my arms, and his lips began to move with mine. His arms were thrown around my neck as he persisted on kissing harder. I don't know how long it lasted, but my arms were stroaking all around Frank's back, and he had moved closer to me, his hips pressed against my upper thighs.

We slowly break away, I look down before I can see his face, turning beet red. "Uh..." He trails off.

"I just... didn't know what to do.." My tears run down my face, dripping off of my nose. "It was an accident, I know you probably hate me now, but..." I can't help it anymore. I take large breaths and exhale in loud sobs.

Frank still hasn't said anything. I feel his hands on my chin as he lifts my face so that he can see me.

"You look 10 times better with a smile, but you're always beautiful, Gee."