Frerard oneshot. What if I Don't Love You was written about Frank? This idea just popped into my head. R&R appreciated guise xo
"I'm sorry guys, but this has to be done. This, is a song about not loving someone" I introduce the song I Don't Love You before Ray starts to play.
"Well when you go, so don't ever think I'll make you try to stay. And maybe when you get back, I'll be off to find another way!" I sing into the mic, then I point it at the audience to let them sing the next couple of verses
"When you go! Would you even turn to say-ay. I don't love you. Like I..." I glimpse at Frank, stood innocently playing guitar, and trail off forgetting everything. I'd subconsciously written this song about him. I'd managed to write the whole fucking song about HIM.
I hold the dead mic up to my lips and mumble "its a lie isn't it? Frank I don't even care I love you!" I exclaim which gets a load of excited shrieks and squeals from the audience.
Wait a second!...
I literally and mentally slap myself around the face for what I just did.
I used the actual mic. Not the dead mic. I'm such a twat sometimes.
Frank looks over at me awkwardly blushing, Ray stares over at me as if he's upset that I didn't sing the rest of the song and Mikey stands there expressionless as usual looking kinda pissed because all he ever wants to do is play bass...
Trust Mikey to be wearing his best unbreakable pokerface. But Frank, he looks like he's about to cry. His face bright red from either anger or embarrassment and his innocent eyes brimming with salty tears.
"Fuck" I mumble before running off of the stage, out of the arena and into our tourbus, before hiding myself under my covers in my bunk.
The rest of the guys come onto the bus, Ray still almost purple-faced with anger "I can't believe that we had to turn our concert into a Pencey Prep concert. Thank fuck we remembered the songs" he continues to swear his 'fro off.
Someone taps on my shoulder.
"FUCK OFF MIKEY. LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE" I exclaim at who I presume is my little brother.
But he pulls the duvet off of me before smashing his lips against mine.
"Gee..." Frank mumbles. "I love you too. I love you so much. I've loved you since like forever"
"I'm sorry Frankie. I wish I'd told you sooner. I can't believe you feel the same way. But why? You've got Jamia. She's so perfect"
"Because, Gee, I remember what we've been through together. We've been through thick and thin. You're my partner in crime, my kickball team mate and the most perfect person on the planet. I never NEVER want to lose you. If that means me leaving Jamia, I'll do it"
Frank links his fingers with mine...
Frank is my chemical romance. He's my heroin and my ecstasy. He makes me feel so high. I can never lose him.
Because I love him.
More than anything.
More than all of the chemicals in the world.