The Pint-sized Romeo and His Vampire (a Frerard Fic) --HIATUS--

No Gloves.

Gerard

Finally Frank walked up through the bus door. Looking rather nervous, and at me too.

"Oh, um, I was speaking to Shindoa, sorry!" he said, back toward us.

We all knew it wasn't true, but for some odd reason none of us questioned what he was actually doing.

"Yeah, dude, it's fine. Your just rather late the whole band practice of the new set-list, remember?" Ray replied as Frank looked frantically at the bin, had he lost something?

"Oh, shit. I totally forgot. Um, give me five minutes? I need the loo."

"I don't know if Bob will be able to wait that long if I'm being honest- he's already laid down a few beats for us while you've been absent. Ray's been going ape at him for been so impatient and inconsiderate." Mikey laughed to Frank.

"ha, yeah," I laughed to my brother, "HURRY FRANK!" uttered my mouth as he stumbled into the bus toilet.

I didn't really see much of him just now, he was hiding himself. But there was definitely some thing up. He wasn't wearing any gloves, weird. He always wears gloves, no matter what the circumstance, even in summer.

Frank

Hurrying into the bus toilet I felt myself blushing a constant magenta colour, still. It was all because of Gerard- I'd just wanked over him, a man, that man being my best friend. I was extremely nervous about speaking to him- he looked so handsome today, even if he was drunk. His beautiful brown eye's stared back into mine all the time, and when that happened today I realised something. Something huge.

Gerard was the epitome of my ideal partner, fuck Jamia. She's a woman, I want a man. And that man just happened to be him. Him and his long black hair had my heart skipping beats for years, though I never realised that this was the reason. I always suspected it was down to the fact that, to this day, I am My Chemical Romance's biggest ever fan and the lead singer was my best friend. Not because he was perfect for me.

But, I'm getting out of my depths, he would never love me. Lyn-Z is far too big of a competition, I mean really she is anyone's perfect woman (bar Jamia obviously).

Snapping out of my own small world I realised I needed rid of these cum-coated gloves. It was either flush them or throw them out of the bathroom window. Considering we are parked up in a field for the weekend, I decided that flushing them would be the much more sensible way of disposing of them.

-FLUSH-

Phew, a clean flush. I checked myself in the mirror, good to go.

I walked into the front f the van and picked up Pansy, my all-time favourite guitar. She's a white Les-Paul who I'd instantly fell in love with the second my eye's and her body met.

"Where's the list?!" I asked frantically, still blushing.

"There." Bob pointed toward a laminate card on top of the microwave.

I looked and the opening had my heart racing- 

'This is How I Disappear' 

"Let's go!" I shouted into my microphone indicating I was ready.

- TSS TSS TSS TSS...

"... And without you is how I disappear!" Gerard sang that line and took a quick glance at me. Holy Fu...

~~~A/N

It's just me on this one, so sorry for the quality! what will the next chapter hold?

Kyle xo