The birth of Frerad, need i say more?
Gerard floppeed down on the sofa of their hotel suite, he was shattered. He had been sharing the suite with Frank, and the hyper-active midget had kept him up all night.
Gerard glanced around the room, checking he was alone, and rolled over, his eyes becoming heavier and heavier, uintil finally, sleep came.
after what seemed like five seconds of sleep, something came hurdling into the room, vaulting the sofa, shocking Gerard out of his sleep. Dammit! Frank was back...
"Geeeeeeee..." Frank whined, "Will you play on the Wii with me?"
Gerard looked up and saw franks face, complete with puppy dog eyes and a pout, staring at him.
"Damn Frankie, not the freakin' puppy dog eyes! Anyway, I was trying to sleep before you came in, all hyped up!"
"Aww But Gee! pretty please!"
The eyes were working, and Gerard could feel himself giving in.
"Ahhh Okay! whatever, fine! What d'you wanna play?"
"Mario Kart!" Frank shouted excitedly, and he ran to get the controllers.
Gerard just sighed.
Frank ran back into the room, controllers in hand. he chucked the game case at Gerard who asumed it was up to him to put the game in.
the two men selected their characters and strted the first race.
at the end of race one, Gerard quickly learnt why the others never wanted to play with Frank.
His hands were all over the place, he was standing up one second, sitting the next, he would often lean the way he was steering, and when Gerard won, Frank full on punched him in the arm, leaving it dead.
He was also given to screaming insults at Gerard when he won or slowed him down.
"FUCK YOU WAY!" he screamed at the end of the last race, he got up, and went to the balcony for a smoke.
Gerard got up to join him, and Frank shut the glass door in his face, resulting in a bloody nose.
"Jesus Christ Frank! Over reaction much?" he shouted through the glass.
Frank merely flipped him off.
Gerard spun on his heel and went to get something to mop up wis nose with.
he was interupted howver, by a knock at their hotel door.
"Please don't be fans, please don't be fans" he prayed out loud, but when he opened the door, the rest of the band burst in.
"What the fuck happened to your face Gee??" Mikey exclaimed, spotting the blood slowly dribbling onto Gerards white top.
"Frankie got a tad over competitive on Mario Kart." Gerard growled.
"Looks like it" Ray snorted
"In fact we were on our way over to warn you, see, he'd asked us to play, but we turned him away, knowing how he gets" Bob said, it was obvious he was trying not to laugh.
precisely that moment, Frank ran in from outside, soaking wet, as it had been raining.
"Gerard! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you bleed!" he says, frantically grabbing a clost, and pushing it to Gerards nose, stemming the flow of blood.
about half an hour later, when the guys had left, the two guys decided to watch a movie,
" Dawn of the Dead?" Gerard asked Frank, who had been forgiven.
"YES! its a classic!" Frank all but screamed.
Gerard knew it was his favourite. that was why he chose it.
At the begining of the film, both guys were at opposit ends of the sofa, but now, the both were curled up in the middle, it was hard to tell whose arms belonged to who.
as the credits rolled onscreen, Frank announced he was going to bed, and on his was out, he planted a kiss on gerards sore nose, and then his lips.
Gerard sat there utterly shocked.
Little did he know, that would be the start of all sorts of onstage antics