Gerard's just enjoying the music. He never thought that his birthday treat - seeing his favourite band - could turn into something more.
Gerard was enjoying every minute of this gig. The adrenaline was flowing and he felt like it was the highlight of his life; finally seeing his favourite band after 4 years of being completely obsessed with The Misfits. His bedroom wall was plastered with lots of hand posters, but half of them were of The Misfits, covering 2 walls and part of his ceiling. He felt like his stomach was doing little somersaults every time they started a new song, and his voice had begun to go a little hoarse after just half of the gig due to him shouting and singing louder than everyone else, well everyone else apart this little midget that he couldn't see through the mass of bodies jumping in unison.
As the lead singer pranced his way over to the left of the stage, the crowd followed him and Gerard found himself being shoved against by what seemed like the whole crowd. He stood his ground, knowing that the singer would only come back to the centre again after a couple of minutes and so found himself pushed up against the midget that was singing his little heart out. Gerard figured he couldn't be much older than 14 (By the way I'm 15 and I went to a gig when I was 14 without an adult and it is actually allowed at most venues in the UK. I think as long as you love the music then you should be able to see it live but that's just my view and anyways on with the story) and wondered what he was doing at the gig without an adult.
As the song finished, Gerard cheered with the crowd for more, and after about 3 different chants, The Misfits eventually came back on and the sound of the cheering and whooping was deafening.
However, they couldn't stay long as they weren't the headlining act, which was Iron Maiden. As the techs were setting up, everyone apart from Gerard seemed to be chatting about how good the previous band were so he boldly turned to the little boy next to him and say "Hi, what did ya think of them?!"
"Oh my god they were amazing, they're like my favourite band ever and I can't believe I finally got to see them live and bloody hell they were bloody brilliant! Oh, and my name's Frank by the way. Or you can call me Frankie if you want, whatever you prefer... What's your name?" Frank said this all in one breath and Gerard almost didn't catch it but luckily he still had a little hearing left from the loud music blasting in his ears.
"My name's Gerard and yeah, they're my favourite band too! If you don't mind me asking, how old are you? You don't seem old enough to be at a gig!" Gerard had to shot due to everyone raising their voices to be heard by their friends.
"I get asked that a lot and it's not really a bother any more. Yeah, I'm going to be 19 this Halloween. And what 'bout you?" Gerard gasped, this boy had to be lying because he seemed simply too short to be allowed at gigs.
My friend goes to loads of gigs with me (mainly stuff like Black Veil Brides, You Me At Six and Lostprophets) and she's only 4"9' so she can't actually see over anyone. One time, this six foot guy actually gave her a piggy back so she could see! That guy was really nice and let me go in front of him so I could see as well (I'm only 5"2', can I have a cheer for shorties like me and my friend? YEAHHHHHHH) Anyway, enough ranting about my height
"Are you kidding? You look about 15, no offence. It's my 22nd birthday today, so I'm really excited!" Gerard couldn't resist telling Frank about his birthday, as he lived on his own and his parents had chucked him out a few years ago because he got drunk and wrecked the house. They weren't on speaking terms anymore.
"AHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY! That must be extra special seeing them on your birthday, I'd love to do that. Look, I need a drink so do you wanna come over to the bar with me and get something as well?" Gerard nodded so Frank grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, weaving in and out of the crowd to get to the back. Once they were out, Gerard looked at the shorter boy and said "Frankie, I guess there are some advantages to being short? I wouldn't be able to get out that quick!"
"Yeah, it sucks most of the time but it means that I can get us back to where we were before." Frankie nodded and they made their way over to the bar, where they ordered a pint of beer each. They talked solidly until a loud voice behind them interrupted them.
"Yo Gerard, I always said you were gay." A massive man with a 'fro spoke in a slurred way, and Gerard's face split into a massive grin when he saw his friend, Ray, from high school.
"Ray! Long time no see! And I see that you've still got a drinking problem," He added as a retaliation to Ray's statement. To Frank he said "This is Ray, my friend from high school. Ray, this is Frank. And don't worry, I'm not actually gay. It's a greeting he used to use when he saw me and so I tease him about his voice,"
Frank stuck out his hand and they shook hands after Gerard introduced them.
"Anyway, I must be off. I got a girlfriend at long last and I told her I was just getting a drink. She'll probably dump me if she sees me talking to you guys 'cause she'll think I'm gay or somethin'. Anyway, here's my number, call me tomorrow or somethin' Gerard," Ray skipped off to his girlfriend and Frank and Gerard resumed their conversation. They ordered another beer and after staying to listen to a bit of Iron Maiden, they decided that neither of them liked them that much.
They thought it would be a waste to leave early so they just bought another drink and continued chatting. Gerard found out that Frankie lived on his street, at which they both yelled "YO BRO!" spontaneously, causing a few people to turn and look at them. By the time they'd finished their fourth beer, they were laughing their heads off and making up silly handshakes that neither of them would remember in the morning.
When Iron Maiden finished their set and everyone started to leave, Gerard noticed but didn't think to point it out so they left about half an hour after the last person slipped through the exit door.
Still laughing, Frank grabbed Gerard's hand and they ran to the door where Frank suddenly stopped and Gerard ran into him, making them topple over and Gerard landed on Frank. They looked at each other and burst out laughing again, with Gerard laughing so much that he couldn't move and Frank had to shove him off.
Still holding hands, they went into the alleyway and Gerard felt something deep inside his chest roar and before he knew it, his lips were meshed onto Frank's. The younger boy moaned and slipped his hands around the older's neck, and Gerard didn't really remember what he was doing but he thought it was good so he slipped his hands under Frank's t-shirt and rubbed his back softly, feeling the smooth flawless skin under his fingertips. His lips moved to Frank's neck and he sucked vampire-like but not actually breaking the surface.
"Gerard, ya don't wanna feel me, I'm all sweaty and-" He was cut off by lips that crashed onto his own again, and promptly forgot about all other things. Eventually, Gerard pulled away and and they locked eyes for a moment before bursting out laughing again. Frank slipped his arm around Gerard's waist and they started running/walking/skipping back to their road.
The night was cold but their minds were still buzzing from the good music and the beer so they didn't notice it, even though they noticed their breath that vaporised in the air, and Frank began to do a rather accurate dragon impression, which set Gerard off laughing again.
Frank kissed Gerard again outside his apartment, this time deepening the kiss by licking Gerard's bottom lip and pushing his tongue into his mouth. They became locked in a battle for dominance, tongues searching the other's mouth frantically. Gerard ran his hands through Frank's chocolatey brown tufts, revelling in it's softness and felt arms around his waist, presumably Frank's.
Gerard reached behind him to open the door to the 10 storey building, and they stumbled through it, lips still fiercely attacking each other. Somehow they made it into the elevator (Here in England we call it a lift but I know that this is set in NJ so I'm using american words. Ooooh look at me, all American (no offence intended, I fricking love America) and pressed the right button. It stopped about halfway up and a little old lady with grey curly locks stepped in, glanced at the two boys kissing and shrieked, tripping over herself to get out of the elevator. Neither Frank nor Gerard noticed and it was only when it stopped for the second time that they pulled apart, and instead Gerard wrapped his arm around Frank's waist.
Gerard's door was unlocked so they pushed their way inside - it was a little stiff - and Gerard pushed Frank up against the wall, attacking his mouth viciously. Frank let out a shaky moan and pulled the older boy's t-shirt over his head. Frank found himself lying on Gerard's bed, with the other trying to get his t-shirt off. He gave Gerard a hand, and when he looked inside Gerard's eyes, all he saw was lust. Pure, undulated lust. He felt his skinny jeans getting tighter as Gerard straddled him. As their lips meshed again, Frank started working at Gerard's belt and managed to push his sticky skinny jeans down his legs.
At the same time, both boys came to their senses (did anyone else read that differently or...) and stopped moving. Their eyes locked and Frank was the first one to catch his breath enough to talk.
"Do you really want to do this? Because I suppose we have only just met each other and I dunno..." Gerard slowly shook his head, and got up from the bed.
"Wanna cosy night in then? I can go get some Oreo's if you want," Gerard grinned at the thought of Oreo's (thank you Lornaigh - writer of First of the Gang to Die - for introducing me to Oreo's, it's because of her that I ate my first one and HOLY MOTHER OF GOD they are the yummiest things on this planet.) so much so that Frank found himself with a big smile plastered on his face, nodding.
Frank got up and they picked their way through the mess into the kitchen and grabbed a packet. They sat, half naked, on the table eating the biscuits until the early hours of the morning, just chatting about random stuff. When Gerard noticed the time, which was 4am (4AM Forever by Lostprophets anyone...?), they fell over their feet to get into bed and they cuddled up under the sheets before they fell alseep.
I will now do two separate endings because I can't decide which one to do, so yeah. Read both because I am honestly trying my best to write really well (probably not doing very well but yanno) and it's good practise at doing both types of endings for stories... Sorry for all the author's notes during the story but I simply could not wait until the end to say it because then I would have lost my train of thought and yeah. I wander where that expression comes from, train of thought. I can just imagine all the nerve cells in our brains actually just being trains and when we go to sleep it's because there's too much smoke so we can't focus. Oh my god I'm actually going mental, aren't I. Oh well, my mum already knew that I was a weird child. I should actually get tested, so I can say 'I'm not crazy, my mother had me tested' like Sheldon does off The Big Bang Theory. If you do not watch it, go and do it now because it is like the king of awesome and everyone should. Apart from stupid people, because they won't get the jokes. But you're all smart because you like MCR (otherwise why are you reading this) and if you can't read complicated words like oesophagus and floccinaucinihilipilificationism then ya shouldn't read this. By the way, that actually is a word. It means valueless or to make something valueless. Why not just say valueless, I hear you ask. It's because that word is really fun to say.