IFuckingLoveYou - Frerard

        "Gerard! Time to get up! We gotta get ready!" Came the scream of my brother Mikey. Ugh... another day. was the first thought when I awoke. "Be up in a minute, Mikes!" I replied. Sitting up in bed, I thought of what today would bring. Lights, fans, screams, Frank... No. Don't think about that. Ever. He's you're friend, and he's probably got a girlfriend. I thought, but I couldn't supress the urge to think about what we did onstage. The kisses, the love. Damn, I'm getting hard just thinking about it. But it was all fake in Frank's eyes. I ran over all the songs we'd be playing in my head. The first song was to be a cover of The Cranberries' 'Zombie' then, from there, Helena, Give 'Em Hell Kid, Heaven Help Us and Kill All Your Friends. As I pulled on a black undershirt and some dark washed skinny-jeans I hummed the tune of 'Skylines and Turnstiles.'

        Stepping into the kitchen of the bus, I groaned. "What is it Gee?" came a slightly girlish voice from behind me, I turned, my eyes opened slightly, just enough to see who it was, then they opened fully. It was Frank. You might be thinking 'Oh, so what?' but you'd stare too if Frank was behind you in just boxers. "GOOD GOD FRANK. PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!" Ray screamed from where I thought was where the coffee pot was situated. I chuckled slightly as I watched Ray cover his eyes and knock over the coffee pot with his elbow. "OW! Damn!" he said, feeling the hot liquid, yet still covering his eyes. Mikey stared at the spilled coffee, heartbroken.
"Lemme help." Frank said.
"No. Cause then I'd have to open my eyes."
"Fine. Gee, let me borrow your night robe." he said as he winked.
I took the hint and stood up, stomping my feet to make it sound like I was walking to my room. I stopped for a couple seconds, then preceded to make it sound like I was walking back. "Here, Iero." I said. He winked and mouthed 'Watch this!' He was striking a sexy pose, with his eye brows raised, mouth making a kissy face and one hand behind his head, other on his hip as he thrusted his hip to one side. Damn Frank, you're killing me. "Okay, Toro, open your eyes... I've got a robe on."
"Great. You really need to stop coming out here half nakid. You're gonna make my fucking eyes blee-"
Just then, Ray opened his eyes and saw 'Sexy Frankie.'
"FRANK!? I SWEAR PEOPLE NEED TO STOP SAYING YOU'RE STRAIGHT."
"How'd you know I am?" Frank asked as he make more 'sexy eyes' at Ray.

        At these words, my heart fluttered. Don't get your hopes up Gee, he was just messin' with Ray and you know it. "Seriously, Frank, get a robe and clean up. It's your fault I was covering my eyes." So Frank got up and ran to my room to really grab my robe. "Gee? Where's your robe?" He asked, "I can't find-" as he was finishing the sentence, Bob came out yawning. He was wearing my robe. "Bob? Why are you wearing my robe?" I asked as we looked at him and his kitty plushie, Santiago, clutched under his arm. "Oh. I didn't need it. Santi did. He was cold." He said, holding out the plushie. "I just wore it out here because I lost mine. Why, you want it back?" He looked real sorry. I was about to answer when Frankie replied for me. "No. It's okay!" And with that, walked past me. I glanced at his butt. Oh god. The boxers were falling. I could see his ass! His perfect ass! "AGH! FRANK PULL UP YOUR FUCKING UNDERWEAR." Ray yelled. "NO!" I screamed, oh god. WHY OH WHY DID I DO THAT!? I grabbed a pen and a napkin. "What!?" Frankie said, with, wait, was that a hopeful tone in the velvet of his voice? "I was, uhm, drawing that tattoo!" I quickly scribbled one of the many tattoos he had. "Uhh Gee?" He asked, looking at the napkin. "The 'Keep The Faith' tat is on my BACK not my perfect ASS." Oops. It was awkward the rest of that morning. Trying to escape the silence I ran to my room to get dressed. Hmmm...? What clean shirt was thrown in front of my dresser today? I grabbed a tight plain black shirt and kept on the pants I had. Damn. I look boring. So I went to the box under my bed and grabbed a red tie with a singular black gun on it and slung it around my neck. Hm. A tie and a T-shirt. Shnazzy.

        I went back out, hoping they'd forgotten what had just happened. Everything was normal now. Well, except Bob who was drinking coffee while petting his kitty plushie... but that's different. I sat down next to my brother, who was drinking his coffee like he was dying and that was the only thing that could keep him alive. Well, that wasn't so far from the truth. I think he'd pass out if he went a day without four trips to Starbucks. "Mikey. Do you even TASTE the coffee?" I asked, looking at him with concern. "Yes." he said, barely stopping to breathe. "Oh yeah? What flavor is it? You're good at that." I mocked him. "AIR FLAVOR." he said. We laughed, but Mikey's laughter sounded more like a gargle. Frank walked back in, this time in a skeleton shirt and some dark blue jeans.

Damn, you looked better in boxers.

------------------------LATER. AT THE CONCERT.

        Walking onstage, the crowd roars. As usual. I look at everyone. Frank, Mikey and Ray on their guitars, Bob on his drumset. I caught site of a plushie kitty tail coming out from behind the biggest drum. Damn. Now I KNOW Bob's nervous. He's got Santiago. I smiled. The crowd cheered more. I stepped up to the mic. "He-llo, Virginia Beach! What're you idiots doing here!? Oh yeah, the concert! Well here is My Chemical Romance if you really want them, I mean, I, personaly think the way they dress looks gay and trashy, their language is atrocious and the vocals are SO offkey! But here! YOU WASTED YOUR MONEY SO HERE THEY ARE!!!" I screamed into the mic as loud as I could. The crowd laughed and cheered. When the cheering died down I announced our first song. "Our first song is a cover of The Cranberries' song 'Zombie.' I hope you like it!" At that moment the music started up. I waited a few seconds then started singing.

"Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?"

I know I'm mistaken.
Mistaken for ever thinking that you love me.
For ever thinking that 'we' or 'us' could work.

"But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying... "

I'm not who I pretend to be, Frankie.
And in my head /I'm/ crying.
I want you Frankie.
The side of my mind wants us to be just friends.
The other, lovers.
I'm at war with myself.

"In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey."

I'm a zombie when I look at you.
You look like an angel.
Your face suffocates me.
Soon, if you keep this up, the suffocation will turn me into one. Into a zombie.

"It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying..."

It's been the same since I met you and your warm brown eyes pierced my heart.
The same want.
In my head, no, in my HEART is where they're dying.
The hopes of 'us' are dying.

"In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, hey."

In your head is a place without gay thoughts.
Your head is clean, mine is contaminated.
My dear Frankie, you're clean.
I'm so dirty, babe.

        After that song was over, we played Heaven Help Us, Helena and then an intermission. I walked off stage right after Frankie, noticing the bulge in this pants as he tried to cover it with his guitar. He was blushing, catching glances at me through the shine in his pickguard. I stepped over to him. "Frank. Uhm. Is there anything wrong?" I asked, looking down at his guitar. "Uhm. No. Uhm..." you could clearly tell he was flustered. "Frankie, you need to stop wearing tight pants because I can tell you're excited, I mean, damn, it looks like there's a SQUIRELL in there." I said. He blushed crimson. "Uhm. Yeah." He said. "It's okay, who is it? A girl you met backstage? A fan?" I asked, genuinely wanting to know.
"No, Gee."
"Well who is it?"
"You."
Whoa. I stepped back. "Seriously?" I whispered, shocked. "Oh, okay, I'll just go, you probably don't want to talk to me right now." He started to walk, ashamed. I grabbed his shoulder, spun him around, and kissed him. It was the best feeling in my life. He was tense for a moment, then started kissing back. Fiercely. He was tugging on my tie, I was entwining my hands in his silky hair. Oh this was heaven. I broke away,
"How long?"
"A long time, Gee. I was waiting for you."
We started kissing again. It was with pure passion that we stood there untill we heard Ray scream, "GUYS!? WE'RE UP AGAIN." then we reluctanly broke apart. "Watch this." I whispered in his ear as we walked back onstage. I sang our way through Give 'Em Hell Kid and Kill All Your Friends. Then, unexpectedly, I announced to the crowd, and bandmates, "Okay. Before you bitches leave to go do whatever bullshit teens do now, I have another song, This Is How I Disappear! Dedicated to my only true love," I glanced at Frank, "Frank Anthony Iero. An amaaaaazing kisser." And with that, we started playing,

"And without you is how I disappear,
And live my life alone forever now.
And without you is how I disappear,
And live my life alone forever now."

I will disappear without you, Frank Iero.

        After the second time through the chorus, I ran to Frank, kissed him, and preceded to finish the song.

        After the song was over, and we were back on the bus, I sat down next to Frank. "I love you." I said. "I love you too." he replied. And with that I pushed him down on the couch and kissed him. His tounge begging for entrance. I didn't hesitate for a moment, I allowed his tounge inside my mouth. Our tounges danced together. He tasted of cigarettes, oranges and mint. The taste of my Frankie. My Frankie. At last. After what seemed like ages, he broke away.
"Gee?" He asked,
"Hmm?"
"What's going through your head?"
"The image of your shirt on the floor, Frankie, now shut up and kiss me."  
        And with that, we layed back down, falling asleep after a while, hands still entwined in the other's hair and dreams of a wonderful new relationship in our heads.