Band one shots (open)

The Cliché of falling in love with your best friend. (ferard)

Gerard's p.o.v

You would think five grown men would be sensible. Well your wrong, after a sold out show, an un-resonable amount of sugar and caffinated beverages, we are on our tour bus playing cards against humanity. What is even more surprising is that is Bob is winning. Frank was sitting on my lap after complaining about the "floor being too uncomfortable." Not going to lie but my heart skipped twenty beats. Yeah I know that I am doing the cliché by falling in love with my bandmate/ best friend. And it isn't helping that Mikey is winking at me. Smug fucker. He loved the fact that he worked out that I was in love with Frank and that he is the only one who knows.

Ray interrupted my wondering mind by saying "Okay, What would Grandma find disturbing but oddly charming." Laughing I placed my card. 'Cheeky bum sex.' Mikey, not missing an opportunity to embarrass me and asked "who have you been having cheeky bum sex with then Gee?" While raising an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know." I replied dryly. The game went on with Bob winning every round and with more insinuations from my brother. After a while I got up. My face was definitely a shade of red or pink. And Frank was confused as I shoved him of my lap. The band all knew about my sexuality. It isn't something you should hide from people close to you. I started to finish a drawing I had been working on in my bunk. Away from anymore jokes made at my expense. It isn't that I can't take a joke or anyyhing. But I always feel disheartened about anything happening between me and Frank. Because a) We are best friends and most importantly b) he is straight.

While I was feeling sorry for myself I hadn't seen or heard someone walking towards the bunks. "Gerard." Frank sang. Argh leave my heart be you perfect specimen of mankind. "Yes my dearest Frank." I replied in a monotone. "Can you do me a favour." He asked in sickly sweet voice. The one he always uses when he wants something. "Depends and if it is to give you any more brownies you can fuck off." He rolled his eyes at me. "Can I lie with you in your bunk." Confused by why he asked this, I reluctantly moved over so the maller male could fit on the narrow bunk with me.

"What was wrong with you when the Mikey was making jokes? Normally you don't mind." I just replied with a shrug. "Would it make you feel better if I told you something?" Frank said somewhat nervously. I nodded. "Well there is a person I like and that HE is so amazing. That I could never tell him how I felt." My jaw was hanging open. Frank likes guys. Again Frank likes guys. I could do a backflip right now. But then I realised he probably liked a different guy, not me. Most likely Pete Wentz. "Well you should tell Pete, not me that you like him." I mumbled. Frank responded with a look of confusion and said "I don't like Pete. Anyway Brendon would skin me alive if I did." Before I could breath a sigh of relief. Frank kissed me. Okay this is a dream and if his kiss goes in a different direction, one that leads to compromising positions. Then it will definitely be a dream and I will have an awkward situation to sort out.

As abruptly as the kiss started, it had ended. "Well... fuck." Frank stated. I nodded. "Frank, I have wanted you to do that for so long. And that just sounded really cheesy but I don't care."

A/N And then they went on to have cheeky bum sex and have 12 unicorn babies.