♡-We Were Bound to Meet Again-♡

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Weeks later
Gerard's POV:

I was helping Matt, our producer set up the sound system for the venue we were gonna play for the next few weeks. The tour is called The Taste of Chaos and it's us (My Chem), Killswitch, and The Used? I've never personally heard of them before but Matt said this tour could really kick start our career so I'm thrilled to be here!

"Does this go he-?" I attempted to ask matt but he interrupted me pointing outside

"The Used is finally here there only like," He checks his watch "only like and hour late..." He said rolling his eyes and hoping off the stage. I stay back for 15 ish minutes finishing up the equipment on the stage but then run out there but everyone is gone already except for Frank and Mikey so I walk up to them confused but to my surprise Frank is pissed off and walks past me running into me on purpose, I spin around confused. what I could of possibly done?

"Whats wrong Frankie?" I ask genuinely concerned.

"You better not make the same mistake" He spat out like venom from his throat and turned away and continued walking before I could question him anymore. I turned to Mikey and he shot me a confused glance and I just shrugged and walked towards the tour busses. As I arrived I saw everyone standing around greeting each other and chit chatting but my eyes land on one person and are stuck there I don't even notice anyone else, It's... Bert?!? He must've sensed the piercing glare and looked over at me his face dropped, I guess he wasn't expecting to see me either. As we were staring into each other's eyes in horror Jesse chimed in "You guys okay? It looks you've seen a ghost."

We quickly break eye contact and look to the ground both very obviously flustered. To get the attention off of me and Bert, Frank walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me showing Bert I was his.

"Ew PDA!" Jepha yells causing everyone to burst out laughing I pretended to laugh it off too but I glanced back up at Bert who was looking at me as well and gave him a awkward "I'll talk to you later" type smile.

                        *After the Show*

I ran past everyone into the dressing room sweating my ass off after the show. I ran up to the mirror and started wiping off my very smudged makeup as I'm almost done I hear the door open but I don't look over assuming it's Frank or one of my other band members and I just keep fixing my face until I hear a fimallair voice say

"Hey uh this is pretty fuckin weird right? What are the chances..." While he said it he let out an awkward chuckle. I turn around to see him drenched in sweat which weirdly enough made him ten times more attractive And I couldn't help but check him out but when I realized I was staring I was quick to say "oh uh yeah" and look back to the mirror trying to get the black eyeliner off my face but it just wouldn't come off I hear Bert walk up to me and I see him appear next to me in the mirror

"Do ya need some help?" He giggled

"No it's okay I got it" I groaned staring to get annoyed.

"Here it's fine just let me help" he sighed as he rolled his eyes pretendjng to be annoyed but still letting out that cute giggle that revealed it was all an act.

"Ugh fine!" I said as I handed him the makeup wipe. He grabbed my face and pulled me suspiciously close to him and God it was really hot it took everything in me not to kiss him in that moment but just as I was fighting that thought he started to lean in I tried to stop myself but I just couldn't resist him so I leaned in too but the second before our lips met everyone came barging in and screaming about the "killer" show we put on tonight. Bert quickly wiped off the rest of my eyeliner pulling away and exclaiming unreasonably loud "oop I got it!" And stepping a few feet away from me. Thank God no one realized how close we were. I looked over the the rest of the guys and saw Ray throwing everyone a beer for celebration while that distraction is happening I walk over and sit by Mikey and Adam but Frank motions me to sit by him. I sigh and walk over knowing I have no cochie and sit down next to him, he throws his arm around my shoulder and leans on me. I see no need for him to do all this stuff in public but I guess he likes to show me off? I hate it, it's so embarrassing but I can't get out of it so I just sit in silence.

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