The boys on tour (Frerard)

Misery convention

The performance went relatively well, apart from the fact that me and Frank hardly made eye contact, which we usually did a lot, however the crowd didn't suspect anything as we made our way through the songs which was convenient.

"Dude I'm going for pizza" Ray said, turning to face Mikey who nodded in agreement.

"Coming?" He added and I shook my head.

"No"

"Okay well see you later" he said, before leaving with Mikey.

Frank wasn't around so I assumed he was avoiding me, I walked outside the bus and lit up a cigarette, finishing it almost instantly, I suddenly heard someone behind me, I turned to see Frank.

"What?" I mumbled, looking at the ground.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"No, your not, you used me Frank, YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT Y-" I suddenly stopped talking.

"Gerard" he mumbled as I walked away sobbing. He ran after me.

"Please" he pressed, grabbing me and turning me around, I suddenly felt his lips press against mine, but I just pulled away.

"Why should I believe you Frank?" I sobbed, the sadness in his eyes killed me inside, but how could I believe him now?

"I'm sorry" he said again, was that all he could say, 'sorry'? I walked away, leaving him in the darkness of the carpark. This time, he didn't come after me.

"Stupid, fucking, UGH" I screamed, kicking over a bin beside me, even the bin seemed fucking content with its shitty life, why can't I have the perseverance of a bin? Maybe then I could feel content about my shitty life.

I sat down on a nearby bench and sobbed quietly, I could hear the sounds of the city and the happiness of the people, which I envied.

It was getting cold so I forced myself to go back to the bus, where Frank was, I sighed as I sat down, trying hard not to look at him.

"Gerard, please-"

I sighed.

"Hear me out?" He begged.

"Fucking enlighten me!" I said sarcastically.

"I never used you" Frank said.

"I find you hard to believe" I snarled, Frank suddenly stood up.

"Let me prove myself, come with me" he said, gesturing to the back of the bus.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, following him to the bed where we had fucked last night. He lay down and patted the space beside him.

"Let's cuddle" he smiled.

"What" I mumbled, what was he trying to imply?

"Let's cuddle, you know, embrace each other" he pressed.

I lay down and allowed him to put his arms around me.

"Maybe if we cuddled I can prove that I don't just want sex from you" Frank said. Which I kinda agreed with, maybe I had been too harsh on him.

"How do I know your not doing this just to make yourself feel less guilty about this" I muttered.

"Then your silly" he giggled softly as he held me tight, I guess he had a point, I guess I could forgive him.