To MCR fans, it seems like Frank and Gerard have had something going on with each other. Not only on stage, but off. This story is basically the way I see 'Frerard' and how it all went down, but wi...
Author's Note: okay so right now I'm pretty pissed off because I spent a good 3 hours typing up this first chapter and it didn't save so I have to re-type/write it all again. Hopefully I can re-write everything I did last time. :P
Chapter One: The Beginning of The Unforgettable The bus swerved and hit the rumble strips, causing Frank to jump awake and smack his head on the roof of his bunk.
"Shit!" he muttered to himself rubbing his head. He was wearing a black v-neck and Spongebob Squarepants Bob had bought him for Christmas once.
The bus had smoothed out and Frank carefully crawled out of his bed, down the little hallway, and to the kitchen, where he found Ray and Bob eating cereal. Bob stood up from his seat and made his way over to where Frank was standing in the doorway.
"Hey there, Frankie!" he said bringing him into his grip to give him a knuckle sandwich. "Did we wake you?"
He finally broke free of Bob. "Do you honestly think I'd be standing here if you hadn't have woken me up?"
"You could be sleepwalking?" Ray commented.
Frank rolled his eyes and they giggled at the thought. Bob sat back down and Frank trudged over to the fresh pot coffee while rubbing his eyes.
The guys sat down and talked about past tours, and how big and different Projekt Revolution would be. Bob brought up some old truckstop stories. Before Ray could begin to complain about how he was always left behind, Frank quickly got up, placed his mug into the sink, and headed for the bathroom.
He felt really gross and grimmy. He'd showered the night before, but he always woke up with greasy hair and a oily face. His breath smelled of various sodas, coffee, and cigarettes. Frank spent about ten minutes brushing his teeth and trying to de-oil his hair, before washing his face.
Feeling better about himself, he opened the door only to find out Gerard's face was blocking his way.
"Ow! We aren't touring on 'Revenge' anymore, Frank. We don't need blood." he shouted, massaging his forehead and nose, starting to laugh.
Frank giggled. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there. I hate this door."
"It's fine," he assured him. Gerard hugged Frank quickly before he began to head to the front of the bus.
He slid the entrance door open, and bright white light hit his face.
"Damn sun," he mumbled. Frank sat down in the passenger seat. "Hey Mark!"
"Oh! Hey, Frankie!"
"How much longer till we're there do ya think?" he asked.
"About ten minutes I'm thinking. You excited for today?"
"Hell yeah! I'm always pumped to play shows. I'm fuckin' stoked for this tour. So many amazing bands are here," Frank enthuzed.
"Yeah, you guys are gonna be amazing."
"Thanks. I'm gonna go tell the guys we're almost there." Mark nodded and Frank went into the kitchen where Gerard had joined Ray and Bob with, of course, a cup of coffee. They were all laughing hysterically.
"What's so funny?" he asked taking a seat by Bob.
"Your pants," said Gerard smirking.
"Hey! Bob bought me these pants!"
"Yeah Gee! I bought him those pants!" Bob defended, lighting punching Gerard's arm.
"I was just kidding!" he said pushing Bob to the side.
"But seriously what's so funny?" Frank pushed.
"It's nothing, Frankie. Don't worry. How much longer till we're there?" Ray asked.
"He said about ten minutes, give or take."
"Awesome!" He said. They all smiled.
They got to the White River Amphitheatre in no time. It was a fairly warm for late July. During soundcheck, the heat had increased. They knew that once they really started playing, and putting everything they had into their performance, they'd be sweating bullets. As time flew by, the guys grew more and more anxious. Before they knew it, they were about to go on. The band huddled up in a group hug, and walked out onstage to start a tour no one would ever forget...