Remember Me (Frerard) (Complete)

Chapter One

Gerard paced back and forth in the tour bus, his hand shaking slightly. There was less than an hour until they were supposed to be on stage, yet he was in sweats and a tee-shirt, hair messy, teeth not brushed, with mascara and eyeliner all over his face. Yes, Gerard got the bright idea to put on his makeup three hours in advance, even though he knew very well that he was probably going to cry before the performance.

He sighed a little, putting his face in his hands. He let out a few small whimpers, but quickly went silent when he heard a knock on the tour bus door. Running a hand through his hair, Gerard let out a quiet "come in," his voice cracking slightly.

The door opened, and Frank walked in, making his way over to Gerard. "Gerard, are you even ready?" he asked, a slightly concerned look on his face.

"N-Not quite..." Gerard mumbled, trying not to let his eyes meet Frank's.

"What's all this makeup?" Frank asked, placing his hands on Gerard's cheeks and trying wipe it off with his thumbs. Frank looked into Gerard's glassy eyes, and, just for a moment, their eyes met. "Gee... have you been crying?" Frank asked after a few seconds.

"I'm fine, Frank, really," Gerard replied, his voice shaky. "I just, um, felt a strike of unease for, um, a little while."

"Are you sure, Gee? You've seemed really upset for the last few days." Frank raised his eyebrows slightly, his hands still on Gerard's cheeks.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Gerard put his hands on top of Franks and slowly moved his hands away from his own face, a crooked smile appearing on his face.

Frank smiled back, not letting Gerard's hand's move away from his. Eventually, the bus door swung open, and Frank let go of his hands, blushing slightly.

"Gerard? Are you in here?" the band manager walked in, his eyes finally landing on the two people staring at the ground awkwardly, their faces flushed.

"Uh, yeah," Gerard said.

"Frank, thank you for being ready, unlike Gerard is." the manager smiled, but then frowned. "Gerard, why aren't you ready!? You better be ready in fifteen minutes or else you are going on stage half dressed! Let's go, let's go!" the manager stormed off, leaving Frank and Gerard alone again.

"Sorry for distracting you," Frank said.

"No, you're fine," Gerard replied. "It's actually a good thing you came in, or else I would probably have been too dazed to get ready quickly." he chuckled a little, glancing at the ground, his head hurting a little.

"Are you really sure you're okay?" Frank asked, a sympathetic smile on his face. Gerard nodded, smiling back. "Okay, if you're sure. Now, go wash off that makeup." Frank patted Gerard's back and walked out of the bus.

After a few seconds, Gerard walked into the small tour bus bathroom and washed off his face. Once he finished, he felt the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach again. It was the same feeling he'd been having for about two weeks, but ever since he woke up the morning before, it had been really bad. So bad that he would get constant headaches and end up sobbing into his pillow, hoping no one would notice. At first Gerard almost thought he was sick, his headaches always seeming to get worse throughout the day and the fact he would that suddenly feel like he was going to throw up, but it seemed different in a weird way. The feeling in the pit of his stomach would always get so much worse whenever Frank was around, and it was just so hard for him to not burst into tears at the sight of his friend's face.

Sure, Frank and Gerard had a connection, everyone knew that. However, most people thought they were faking their kisses and hugs, or that they would only be together in another world. For Gerard it was different. At first is was faking, for the fans sake, and just for fun, but Gerard always felt lucky to have Frank in his band, and he always felt lucky that he and Frank were the two people in the band that everyone seemed to think would make the cutest couple. What the fans didn't know was that there were many times the two would do slightly romantic things, even when no one was there. Gerard didn't know how he felt about Frank, whether he liked him or they were just really good friends, and Gerard didn't know how Frank felt about him. Even so, they continued with their gestures, not really stopping to think if they were friendly or romantic.