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Chapter 1: An Unsuspected Visitor...

4:57 A.M. on the MCR tour bus. In the bunk area the occasional rustling of blankets and the inevitable mumbling of someone having a dream about a flying van. No one notices that the bus has stopped in a dimly lit parking lot. The bus doors open with a quiet screech as a sneaky Brian Schecter tiptoes onto the tour bus. He walks to the bunk area to find everyone asleep. Each bunk decorated with it's occupiers flare for design. From Brian's view the upper bunk on the center left contains a snoozing Ray Toro, his bunk fairly normal except for the PS2 stuck to the wall and the games for it near by. Ray's blanket is on the floor, he is laying on his back with his exposed stomach to the ceiling, his black shirt considerably messed up from his tossing and turning in his sleep. His red pajama pants decorated with assorted sizes of skulls and bones. Ray's hair
considerably messed up from tossing in his sleep and a lack of motivation for washing his brownish red fro. A PS2 controller dangles from the corner of his bunk, he had obviously kicked it in his sleep.

Just below Ray is a snoring Bob Bryar. Sleeping under the warmth of his zebra striped blanket. His now rather long blonde hair was extremely messy. To Brian's amusement Bob was only wearing blue boxers and a white tank top, usually Bob wouldn't be caught dead wearing that but he, like the other four guys was not suspecting a surprise visit from their manager.

Across the isle from Ray is a sleeping Mikey Way. Mikey's chin length brown hair rather untouched for someone who moves around so much in their sleep. This must have been one of the best nights sleep Mikey'd had for some time and Brian felt an unease in having to wake him. His red pajama pants unmoved and seeing as he wasn't wearing a shirt their was no problem there except for the occasional cold chill.

Just beneath Mikey was the squirming Frank Iero. Frankie was having a strange dream, Brian wondered why the dark haired guitarist was sleeping so uneasily, as he kept tossing and turning under his pink blanket. Frankie's hair, usually falling just above his shoulders, was in considerable disarray. His black pajama pants twisted to a point of, what Brian thought, to be discomfort. His black Misfits shirt rather twisted as well. Soon Brian found the reason for Frankie's uncomfortable situation, his doll was missing. Brian spotted it across the room, how it got there he had no idea, and went and picked it up.
No wonder everyone thought that Frankie had a thing for their frontman, he slept with a stuffed plushie version of him and whenever he didn't have it he didn't sleep as well as he should. The rather awkward feeling Brian returned the miniGee to the tattoo covered, punk rock loving, youngest, and shortest band member.

In the bunk closest to the door slept an overworked Gerard Way. In his skeleton pajama's he purchased in Japan. His shoulder length onyx hair extremely greasy from lack of a decent shower for about three weeks. While Mikey's older brother had been overworked, Frankie had been more as he had his own company to run called Skeleton Crew and had little free time. Brian knew he needed to wake them for the surprise but he felt kinda bad for it... oh well.
"ATTENTION DUMBASSES WAKE THE FUCK UP!" shouted Brian, causing Gerard to hit his head on the bunk above him, Frankie to fall out of his bunk, Mikey to jerk up and scream, Ray to fall out of his bunk, get his foot tangled in the cord of the controller, and hit the floor, and Bob to hit his head on his bunk.
"Brian you bastard!" screamed Bob.
"Holy shit that hurt!" moaned Ray from the floor as he untangled his foot.
"Schecter what is wrong with you?" questioned MIkey.
"What the fuck Brian?" asked Frankie looking at the clock, "It's 5:03 in the morning!"
"Well," began Brian, "I've decided that you guys are gonna get the weekend off."
"Sweet!" yelled Gerard, "Wait there's a catch isn't there, there's always a catch."
"I'm sending you guys on what I like to call a soul searching mission, so you guys can come up with new material," said Brian.
"Yay." said Ray sarcastically as he half heartedly punched his fist in the air.
"This isn't gonna be like that fun adventure that we had at the Paramour?" began Mikey, "Because we all know what that did to me."
"No," began Brian, "not anything like that so you should be fine Mikey."
"Thank god." said Ray, "I really don't want to deal with how angry Gee got again."
"Haha," began Gerard sarcastically, "very funny Ray."
"Now get your asses dressed and meet me in the living room." said Brian laughing.

Chapter 2: Ok You Bastard We're Up!

The boys got up and started to gather their clothes.
"Why'd he have to yell like that?" asked Mikey.
"Yeah, he coulda just nudged us or something." said Bob.
"It's Brian," said Ray, "what did you expect."
"Yeah guys," began Gerard, "did you think he was gonna come in here and ask us to please get are asses up?"
"No," started Ray, "but I don't think he had to call us dumbasses."
"Well, we should've expected that." said Frankie sleepily.
"Yeah some of us are kinda dumb," laughed Mikey pointing at Gerard.
"Whatever," laughed Gerard as Frankie placed the doll under his pillow so Gerard wouldn't know he had it.

They all started to get dressed so they could start to get some caffeine and in some cases nicotine in their systems. They went into the kitchen and started to make some coffee, Gerard began to smoke a cigerette, and Brian started to tell them about the "soul searching mission".
"Well I'm sending you guys somewhere." said the smirking manager as he led them off the bus and into the parking lot of a store.
Frankie was the first to read the sign, "Camping World."
"Holy shit," whispered a still tired Bob.
"Your sending us camping?" asked Ray.
"But we HATE camping," said Mikey.
"Yeah," began Gerard, "Mikey and Ray are afraid of water, Bobs afraid of heights, Frankies afraid of spiders,
and I just don't like the concept in general."
"Anyway," began Brian, "as thrilled as you are about the concept your going."
"Oh joy." said a sarcastic Mikey.
"You guys are gonna be in the middle of the woods with no cell phone reception," as Brian spoke these words the guys got horrified
looks on their faces.
"While your out there I hope you each'll find something about yourself that you didn't know you had." said Brian.
"Ok," began Bob, "Brian's lost it."
On that note they headed for the store.

Chapter 3: The Idiot's Guide to Camping Special Dr. Phil Edition...

"I cannot believe you are sending us camping!" exclaimed Ray, who while he protested as much as the others secretly wanted to go.
"Yeah really Brian," began an agitated Bob, "of all the weird things you could of had us do."
"Come on Brian," started Mikey to agree with the others, "you could've sent us hiking up Mt. Everest for fucks sake!"
"In my opinion," began Frankie already a couple isles over in the tent section with Gerard, "I'm just happy he didn't."
"Yeah," Gerard began to input his opinion, "if there's one thing I hate more then tanning it's cold."
"Why's that Gee?" asked Bob in a funny way.
"I think it's because it makes his dick smaller," laughed Ray.
"I heard that!" yelled Gerard, "Don't make me come over there!"
"Oh we are sorry oh holy one," began Ray in a sarcastic tone, "oh mighty leader and creator, even though your dick could be a little smaller at least."
"Shut up you two!" yelled Gerard jokingly across the store, "Before I beat the crap outta you both!"
"Yes," started Bob, " we have read some of these 'frerard' fanfictions and we truly feel sympathy for Franklin your lapdog, as he has to have that monstrosity shove up his ass every night."
"Shut the hell up Bob," said Frank as he began to blush.
"Ooh we're so scared of Dr. Fruity and his mini Gee!" exclaimed Mikey through laughter.
"Not you to Mikey!" exclaimed Gerard.
"That's right we're all against ya now!" exclaimed Bob.
"No your not we still have Brian!" shouted Frankie.
"Ok!" shouted Brian, "Mikey, Ray, Bob, stop making fun of Dr. Fruity and mini Gee so they can go make out in the bathroom!"
"Oh great Brian's against us now to." said Gerard as he ran to the other side of the store to "whip out a can of whoop ass" as he put it.

As the laughter ensued on the other side of the store Frankie sat alone in a camping chair thinking.
"When Mikey got married soon Gerard did," thought Frank, "I was so upset I tried to hide it by getting married to, now I want things back the way they were."
Frank secretly wished things to be back the way they were, when he and Gerard would make out on stage to the amusement of the fans. He wished that Gerard's feelings had
developed the way his had. The kissing on stage started out as being harmless enough, just to show people that homophobia was stupid, but for Frankie it became something more, he often had dreams about Gerard were he told him he loved him too but he knew that Gerard never would. He loved Lyn-z and he would never like Frankie that way.
"Hey Frankie," started Mikey when he noticed the sullen look on Frankie's face, "what's wrong?"
"Oh nothing," but try as Frankie might to hide it a single tear slipped out and ran down his cheek.
"Is this about Gee?" asked Mikey.
"No," gasped Frankie as he began to cry more but tried to hide it by turning away.
"I know how you feel about him," started Mikey, "I can tell by how you look at him."
"How?" asked Frankie.
"There's a difference," the youngest Way said in a quiet voice, "you look at him longingly, except when he talks about Lyn-z."
"How do I look at him then?" asked Frankie through sporadic whimpers.
"With a look of anger and sadness," said Mikey, "mostly sadness."
"Yeah," whispered Frank, "I guess I like Gee more then I thought I ever would."
"When'd you start?" questioned Mikey.
"I don't know," whimpered Frankie, "I guess during Warped Tour, because when Bert was with him I felt jealous that it wasn't me he was kissing like that."
"Well you have to admit," began Mikey to try and lighten the guitarist's spirits, "Bert did have everything Gerard could ask for, he looked like a homeless guy and really needed a mint."
Frankie laughed, "Thanks Mikey I feel better now, I needed to get that off my chest."
"I understand," said Mikey, "now let's go the others are waiting on the bus."
"Just don't tell anyone," said the now red eyed guitarist as he wiped his eyes and decided that if anyone asked he would play it off as being tired.
"I won't," promised the youngest Way who knew that it would be better for his brother to figure it out on his own.

Chapter 4: A Two Hour Drive To Hell.

On the bus Ray started a video game in his bunk while Bob slept in the bunk below. Mikey got some coffee and started to text Alicia. Frankie went to sleep in his bunk, seeing as he didn't sleep well, while Brian talked to their driver. Gerard began to draw in the general living area. He just let his hand draw what he was feeling. He knew he was tired so he closed his drawing pad so he could take a quick nap before they got to the campsite. He figured if he left the drawing alone he would work on it more as the weekend continued.

Elsewhere, elsewhere as in Frankie's bunk, the youngest member of the band was having another one of his dreams.
"Frankie," whispered dream Gerard, "I love you."
"I have always loved you Gee," whispered dream Frank.
Then they went into another one of the usual "ultimate makeout sessions" as Frankie thought of it in reality, were him and
Gerard do all the things that they couldn't do on stage, not in front of the fans, not in front of anyone. The things Frankie dreamt of would fill his conscience for the rest of the day. When Frankie woke as they pulled into the road that would lead them to the starting point of a short hike to the campsite he knew that if anyone looked close enough into his eyes today when he looked at Gerard they would find nothing but sadness and longing, sadness because Frank knew Gerard didn't feel the same and longing for what he couldn't have.
"I know I can't have him," thought Frankie, "I've told myself this tons of times but I still have those goddamn dreams."
Frankie longed to do what he and Gerard had done in his dream but he knew he never would and that he should be happy with Jamia, his new wife, but he knew that he thought of them differently. He thought of Jamia as a person. He thought of Gerard as more then a friend. The roles were reversed in Frankie's mind. That's how he wanted and thought it should be. He wanted to leave Jamia but he couldn't bring himself to do it, not while knowing that Gerard would reject him, and besides he couldn't come on to Gerard so openly because Gerard was a married straight man and Frankie figured his advances while well intentioned would have a negative affect on the band as whole.

Chapter 5: The Hike Into Hell.

They got off the bus with their camping gear and Brian left in the bus and told them he would come back and get them when the weekend was up.
"Well," started Mikey, "we're stranded."
"Might as well start walking then huh," said Bob.

The group walked in silence for a while then finally Ray spoke up.
"So what do when we get there?" asked the Torosaures.
"I have no idea," stated Mikey.
"Most likely since it's a camping trip," stated Gerard rather matter of factly, "we'll be doing campingish things."
"Is campingish a word?" asked Frankie.
"I doubt it," said Bob, "You guys do realize we have two tents right?"
"Yeah your point?" asked Frankie.
"Well," started Bob, "I sure as hell ain't sleepin' with Frankie."
"Why's that Bobohsan?" asked Mikey.
"Well for starters, "began the drummer, "he talks in his sleep."
"Well yeah," said Ray, "he squirms too."
"Okay then," said Gerard, "since there are five of us and two tents then we won't be even."
"Yeah," said Mikey, "two people in one tent and three in the other so that no one's alone."
"Kay, obviously Bob and Frankie are in seperate tents." said Ray.
"I am not gonna let Frankie be in the two person tent alone with my brother." teased Mikey, who knew the guitarists feelings.
Frankie blushed slightly but quickly turned away, the guitarists embarissment went unoticed.
"I actually wouldn't mind," started Gerard, "sharing a tent with Frank, I mean."
"Oh really Gee?" asked Bob.
"I thought you were a married man Gerard?" teased Ray.
"I am it's just that with our busy scheduel we don't get to spend much time together is all," said Gerard.
"Whatever you say Uncle Jiggy." said Mikey.
"Why do you guys call me that anyways?" asked Gerard, "I thought I was Dr. Fruity now?"
"No that was temporary," said Bob.
"Apparently your Uncle Jiggy again," laughed Frankie, trying to hide his emotions from the others.

Gerard figured it'd be good for the two of them. He had noticed Frankie was acting a little weird around him recently.
"I mean," thought Gerard as he walked, "Frankie's always acted weird but ever since I got married he's acted weirder."
He had always thought of Frankie as a friend, nothing more then that, however he had started to feel a slight amount of anticipation for the black covering of night to come. He didn't understand why he was so anxious. He figured it would be like when he and Frakie would sleep together back when they had the van and there was no room or when Frankie would sleep in the same bunk as him just for the hell of it, however he had a feeling that this time would be different.

Frankie however was not so anctious, but more so nervous. He knew that if he slept in that tent knowing Gerard was next to him he would have weirder dreams. If just being in the same area as Gerard made him have these dreams he didn't know what being right next to him would do. He knew already that his dreams would be different, not just the usual makeout session but probably more, concidering that he would be going to sleep hearing Gerard breathe and smelling that certain smell Gerard had. Gerard smelled alot like sweat, colone, and whatever shampoo he used if he washed his hair recently. Gee hadn't washed his hair in while so he would just smell like sweat and whatever colone he used that day.
"I don't know if I can talk to him with the way I'm acting now," thought Frankie, "just thinking of sleeping near him is making me think like a sixteen year old, I've slept in the same bed as him a thousand times I doubt this one will be different."

Chapter 6: Welcome to Hell!

They got to their campsite and set up the tents to the best of their ability, concidering that the set of instructions they had was in Japanese and none of them knew how to read Japanese. It was late afternoon on Friday when they were done and they knew they wouldn't be leaving until this time Sunday.
"Two days and two nights in the woods," said Mikey doing the math in his head.
"Well what should we do?" asked Ray, "Concidering the camp's made and stuff."
This was true as they had already gathered enough wood for the evening and following morning's campfire.
"Well we could go swimming," said Bob pointing to a nearby lake.
"We don't have anything better to do," said Mikey even though he was afraid of large bodies of water.
"Kay lets get our swim stuff together and go," said Gerard.
"No way," said Frankie, "this needs to be more interesting, one of us has to go naked."
"What?" asked Bob, "are you crazy dude?"
"Rock, paper, scissors," said Mikey, "whoever loses against Bob, our raining champion, has to go nude."
So Ray and Gerard whent against eachother while Mikey and Frankie did the same. The result was that Ray and Mikey had lost so they played eachother and Ray lost.
"Well fuck!" exclaimed Ray.
"If you lose to Bob you have to go naked," said Frankie.
"I know," said an agitated Ray, "don't rub it in."
Bob and Ray played and to everyone, not just Ray's, horror Ray lost.
"Do we really want to see Ray naked?" asked Bob.
"Not really," said Gerard, "but we have something to tell Brian at least."

They went into their tents to get ready. Mikey put on his black swim trunks, Bob put on his red ones, then they quickly left the tent so as not to see Ray disrobe. While in the other tent Gerard and Frankie got ready. Gerard was putting on his blue trunks while Frankie put on his pink ones.
Gerard took off his shirt as he turned to Frank and asked, "Why'd ya get pink trunks dude?"
"I like pink," said Frankie, "somthin' wrong with that?"
"No," said Gerard, "just wondering."
Just seeing Gerard without a shirt made Frankie's heart jump inside his chest. While it wasn't rare, this ocasion was always enjoyed. Usually Frankie wasn't this close though.
When Gerard, having turned away by now, dropped his pants and underware to put on his trunks Frankie quickly turned away as he felt the heat rise in his cheeks, he rarely saw Gerard naked, at least not this
close anyway.
"Oh jeeze," thought Frankie as he put on his trunks, "he's naked and I got a clear veiw of his ass for about one and a half seconds before I turned away, now my dreams will be really messed up."
Frankie turned and walked out of the tent to find that Gerard was already in his trunks and waiting for him while the others had already whent to the lake.

Chapter 7: A Reasuring Voice.

As Gerard and Frankie walked towards the pond Gerard decided this would be a good time to ask Frankie why he had been acting so weird around him lately.
"Hey Frank?" asked Gerard.
Frankie knew it was serious since Gerard didn't call him Frankie.
"How come you've been acting kinda weird around me lately?" asked Gerard in a caring and freindly way, "Not to pry or anything but I just wanted to know if theres anything I can do."
Frankie knew what he wanted to tell Gerard. He wanted to say for Gerard to divorce that bitch he married. Frankie could tell that Lyn-z had only married Gerard because of his fame and wanted to say something but he didn't want to hurt the man he cared so deeply for.
"How have I been acting?" asked Frank, so as not to reveal to much.
"I don't know," started Gerard, "I guess just different, you don't look at me the same now, at least not like you used to."
Frankie knew what Gerard ment but he just couldn't bring himself to say it.
"I mean," began the frontman, "You used to look at me like I was your best freind in the whole world, but since I got married you've been looking at me kinda like your mad and sad at the same time."
"Well Gee," started Frankie, "it's just that I think your wife is an attention hogging bitch."
Frankie didn't mean to put it so bluntly it just came out that way.
"Dude," stuttered the guitarist, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to put it that way."
"It's okay," smiled Gerard as he looked at Frank, "I've known that for a while and I've been planning to divorce her I just havn't told anyone so that it wouldn't get out."
"You have?" asked Frankie.
"Yeah," assured Gerard, "I also didn't like that it was making you upset, I could tell it was."
"I guess," said Frankie as he shrugged, "I'm thinkin' about doin the same about Jamia, she's just kinda not what I want in a relationship, ya know?"
Frankie knew full well that Gerard didn't know. Jamia just wasn't his type of person, since his type of person had a dick. Specifically, Gerard's dick.
However, Frankie was given a glimmer of hope in this dark storm of depression he had been going through, the fact that Gerard was going to divorce Lyn-z.
"Why the sudden chage of heart Gee?" asked Frankie, "I thought Lyn-z was the love of your life?"
"Nah," said Gerard as he looked Frankie in the eye, "I've actually come to realise that she's just to much of a partier for me, she drinks and does drugs and I'm just not into it."
"It's probably good that your divorcing her then," said Frank inthusiasticly, "if I had known I wouldn't have let you marry her in the first place."
"Oh and why's that?" asked Gerard.
"Because I care about you too much to let that happen," Frankie then realised what he said and turned his head away from Gerard out of embaressment.
"Oh really?" asked Gerard.
"Yeah," said Frankie, "your my best freind dude."
Frankie was fully aware that he wasn't telling the truth but he just couldn't bring himself to tell Gerard how he really felt.
"Thanks man," said Gerard as he turned toward Frank and smiled, "I could tell that it was bringing you down, you just weren't acting right."
"Yeah," agreed Frankie, "I was upset because I could tell you were."
"Well," began Gerard while he quickened his step, "now that that's out of the way, let's go so we can make fun of Ray's micro dick."
"Oh come on dude, it's not that small," laughed Frankie as he sped up, "well yeah I guess it is."
Frankie felt better knowing Gerard was having second thoughts about Lyn-z, he felt better knowing there was more hope for his feelings to be acknowledged, and he felt better knowing that over the course of this weekend in the woods Gerard might come to see him as more then a friend. He knew the first two to be true, he did have his doubts about the last one. But just the thought of Gerard not being with Lyn-z made his spirits rise.

Chapter 7: Water, Water Everywere, But Not a Drop of Sanity.

When all the guys were near the lake they preceded to revert to a bunch of preteen girls who thought boys had cuties.
"Eeeew!" exclaimed Mikey as he shielded his eyes, "I just got these fixed Ray don't brake'em again dude."
"Whatever," accused Ray, "I thought you missed your glasses."
"Not that badly!" exclaimed the youngest Way brother.
"Ray just get in the fuckin' water so we at least don't have to see your midget dick!" exclaimed Bob, who was wishing that he hadn't recomended swimming.
"Hey I take offense in that!" exclaimed Frankie.
"Dude your not a midget!" laughed Ray from atop the rock he was perched on.
"Well if Marilyn Manson says I am," laughed the guitarist, as he couldn't even take what he was saying seriously, "then it must be true."
"And besides," said Gerard finally raising his voice, "your dick isn't that small."
"Well Gee," started a petrified Ray Toro, "I don't know wether to be scared that your looking at me there or honored for it to be acknoledged."
"Not you dumbass!" started Gerard, "Frankie."
The whole lake went silent as they all turned to look at the now grinning lead singer.
"Dude," laughed Gerard as he swam towards Frankie.
Gerard then placed his arm around Frankie's shoulder, and whispered in Frank's ear.
"Don't look down."
So Frankie did exacly what Gerard had just told him not too do.
"Oh shit!" exclaimed Frankie, now realising he was having a (ahem) problem.
"Jeeze Frankie," laughed Bob, "I hope it's not Ray causing that."
"Hell no!" assured a blushing Iero.
"Then who is it?" asked Ray jockingly.
"Gee," laughed Frankie, "the fact that he was looking there."
"Gerard you pervert!" laughed Mikey.
"Yeah Gee," laughed Bob, "have some shame man!"
"I think his shame has been gone for a while," laughed Ray, this causing him to fall off the rock.
"Look I didn't mean anything by it!" exclaimed an embaressed Gerard, "it's just that Frankie's dick is just kinda big."
"Nothing compared to your's though dude," laughed Frankie, "we all know about Gee and the Giant Dick."
"Yeah really dude," laughed Ray, "I thought you were Italian and Scottish."
"Mikey," began Bob, "are you sure that there isn't any African American in your family?"
"If there is," laughed Mikey, "I sure as hell didn't get any benefit from it."
They all laughed as they swam back towards the shore.

Gerard knew what he was doing, he knew damn well what he was doing, he just didn't understand why.
"Why the hell was I looking at Frankie there?" thought Gerard, "Better yet why the hell am I acting like a teenager, it's like I have a crush on him, which I don't, do I?"
Gerard decided that if anyone asked he was just jocking around, he figured it would be better off that way, but he secretly knew that he was starting to develope strange feelings for his friend. He knew that he was going to be sleeping in the same tent as Frankie and that this little episode might come up in conversation.
"I'll just tell Frankie I was jocking around," thought the front man, "at least until I can figure these feelings out."

Chapter 8: Spiders, and Brian, and Bears Oh My!

It was around eight in the evening when they got back and Mikey started the campfire so they could eat dinner.
"So," started Mikey as he dug in Gerards backpack too find a lighter, "what are we eating?"
"Well I brought hot dogs," said Ray.
"What am I supposed to eat?" asked Frankie seeing as he was a vegitarian.
"Well I've got marshmellows," laughed Bob, "or you could always convert."
"And if not those two," laughed Ray, "there's always Gerard."
"Oh God Ray!" shouted Gerard from inside him and Frankie's tent as he dug through his backpack that MIkey had just got done digging through, "That is just plain wrong dude!"
Frankie's girlish laugh carried into the campsite from the nearby thicket were he was taking a piss, hoping the quick dissolving toilet paper they had purchase would not be so quick that it wouldn't get the job done. Frankie was happy he wasn't in the campsite so the guys didn't see him turn that inevitable shade of red, that would put a ripe tomatoe to shame, he usually did when they made a joke about him and Gerard.

Gerard was digging through his backpack hoping beyond all hope that Mikey didn't see the picture he had brought with him, the one he had started to draw, he didn't know wether he didn't want Mikey to see it because it wasn't done or because it might weird Mikey out a little. Gerard had worked on it since then as he listened to his Ipod and didn't really think what he was drawing. It had slowly taking shape into two people that would be very reconisable to his brother, make that anyone they knew. It had taken shape into a picture that looked very much like him and Frankie.
"I don't know why I drew that," thought Gerard as he finally found his drawing pad untouched in his backpack, "I guess it was the song I was listening to or something."
At the time Gerard was listening to a song that Frank's old band had made. Frankie's old band was called Pencey Prep, the song was called "Lloyd Dobbler".
"That song just reminds me of me and Frankie, I don't know why," thought the frontman, "I don't think that Frankie's gay. Granted back during Warped Frankie would look at Bert like he was the devil encarnate whenever he would touch me. But I always thought that Frankie was just concerned not upset that it was Bert and not him. When Bert and I had our falling out Frankie actually seemed kinda happy. He was there for me after all when I passed out in front of the tour bus that time when I was drunk off my ass, the only other people there were the camara guy and one of our freinds but Frankie actually looked concerned, he helped me, he stayed by me through all that. I guess that means he actually does care about me at least, I mean I don't think he's gay but I could be wrong. I've been wrong before about alot of people but Frankie being gay."
Gerard felt his heart jump a little, he felt almost excited at the thought of Frankie being gay. He didn't know why though.
"I don't know if he likes me or not," thought Gerard, "and if he does I don't know if I like him, I care about him but I just don't know if I do in that way."

Meanwhile Frankie was back at the camp finding a marshmellow to put on a stick and trying to make sure there were no spider webs anywere near their camp.
"Dude," laughed Gerard as he stepped out of the tent, "you are so paranoid Frankie."
Frankie knew Gerard was kidding. Frankie did like it when Gerard said his name though, even like that, it sounded like a choir of angels and it made him smile.
"I just don't like bugs," laughed Frankie.
"Well it's still Friday," said Bob changing the subject, "Brian's not gonna get here till Sunday afternoon."
"What are we supposed too do till then?" asked Mikey.
"Try to avoid getting eaten by bears," said Gerard in all seriousness.
"There are no bears in this area," assured Ray.
"There are zoos though," said the eldest Way, "a bear could escape."
"Gerard it's gonna be okay," laughed Bob, "you'll be nice and safe inside your tent."
They ate dinner in silence until Bob burped.
"Dude that's disgusting!" laughed Gerard.
"See Gerard," started Ray, "this is why our fans are so confused about your sexuallity."
"Why's that?" asked Gerard.
"You act so fucking gay," laughed Mikey.
"You do act gay dude," laughed Frankie, "on stage and off."
Gerard knew he acted gay on stage, he was just shocked to learn he acted gay off stage. Then he remembered those pictures of him and Frankie kissing,
just for the hell of it, at least from his poit of veiw.
Frankie secretly hoped that Gerard didn't just act gay, he hoped that this man he loved so dearly would have feelings for him beyond freindship.
"Gerard," started Frankie, "why are you staring at me like that?"
"Oh God!" laughed Ray, "Gee's smirking!"
"Huh?" asked Gerard as he snapped out of it.
"Dude why were you looking at Frankie like that?" asked Bob.
"Like what?" asked Gerard who honestly had know clue what just happpend.
"Like you wanted to just fuck him right here!" laughed Mikey.
"Oh jeeze!" exclaimed Gerard, "I had no idea!"
"Frankie obviously enjoyed it," laughed Ray, "seeing as he's speechless and blushing!"
"I think we should go to bed and leave these two lovebirds alone," laughed Bob as he got up and headed for him, Ray, and Mikey's tent.
"Night guys," said Mikey as he did the same.
"If you do fuck," laughed Ray as he got in the tent, "try not to be too loud!"
"Shuttup!" laughed an embaressed Gerard as he threw the pack of marshmellows at Ray's head.
"Ooh," laughed Ray as he poked his head back out of the tent, "I feel so threatened!"
"Get in here dumbass!" exclaimed Mikey as he pulled Ray into the tent and Bob zipped it up.
"Frankie," started Gerard as he stared at the fire not able to look Frank in the eye, "I don't know what just happened, I think I just got lost in your eyes for a minute."
Frankie couldn't say anything.
"Cuz," started Gerard, "your eyes are actually kinda pretty, cuz the reflection of the fire is making them sparkle and it lit them up and I thought it was one of the most amazing things I'd seen in a while."
"Wow Gerard," said Frankie, he couldn't think he was just so shocked that Gerard, the guy who conciders himself one of the least romantic people, just said that to him.
"So yeah," started Gerard as he got up and went to their tent were he dug in his back pack for the drawing he had finished not but five minutes ago, "I want you to see something."
Frankie was confused slightly, he didn't know if he should tell Gerard now. He thought Gerard might have been coming on to him but he wasn't sure.
Gerard sat down closer to Frankie.
"Gee," started the shortest of the two, "I need to say something."
"What Frankie?" asked Gerard as he looked for the drawing.
"I love you," stutterd the guitarist, to the slight smile of the man near him, "I guess I kinda have for while now and just havn't been able to say it and,"
"Frankie," interupted Gerard, "don't talk, just look."
Gerard held up the drawing pad to show Frankie. It was a drawing of him and Frankie holding hands, Frankie's head on Gerard's shoulder.
"Gerard," stammered Frankie, "what does this mean?"
Gerard answered that by kissing Frankie, ever so gently on his lips.
"I love you too Frankie," said the frontman as Frankie began to feel the happiest he felt in a while.
"You know that song we've started to play at shows now, the new one, I wrote it about you," said the frontman.
"Gerard," whispered Frankie, "I had no idea."
"Come on," whipered Gerard, "let's go to bed, we can talk about it in the morning."

Chapter 9: A Happy Day For Frank Iero!

As a sleeply Ray stumbles out of his tent to go find a tree to piss on, Mikey tries to make breakfast, and Bob tries to wake up. Frankie wakes up out of his peacefull sleep.
"Good morning Sleeping Beuty," whispered Gerard as he lifted his lips off Frank's, "I see that true loves kiss has woken you from your eternal slumber."
Frankie blushed and lifted his head to kiss Gerard, "Thank you Prince Charming."
"It's Saturday," whispered Gerard in Frank's ear, "should we go and have our breakfast?"
"Yeah I guess," shrugged Frankie, "unless well you know,"
"Know what?" asked Gerard as Frankie answered Gerard's question by flipping the frontman on his back.
Frankie then gave Gerard the hardest and deepest kiss he had ever given anyone. He bit the frontman's lower lip to show that he wanted entrace and Gerard hapilly abliged. They were in there state of loving trance for about a hour and a half when Bob opened the tent to tell them that it was two in the afternoon.
"Holy shit!" exclaimed the drummer as he bolted out the tent.
"What is it Bob?" asked a confused Ray.
"The Frerard is real," stuttered a scared Bob.
"Well yeah," laughed Mikey as he made some eggs and bacon on a pan that he had brought, hash browns and soy bacon for Frankie.
"You knew Mikey?" questioned the duo.
"He did," started Frankie as him and Gerard stepped out of the tent hand in hand, "I told him that I had feelings for Gee yesterday at the camping store."
"So that's why you seemed down," said Ray.
"That's why you looked like you had just gotten done crying," said Bob.
"Yeah," said Frankie.
"Are you guys okay with this?" asked Gerard, "Cuz you seem kinda upset."
"Upset," laughed Bob, "Why would we be upset."
"We're actually happy for you guys that you'r finally together," said Mikey.
"Yeah I could kinda tell you two secretly wanted this all along," said Ray.
"Thanks you guys," said Frankie as he and Gerard sat down to eat.
"Yeah," agreed Gerard, "thanks for understanding."
"Yeah whatever," laughed Bob, "now can we all just eat."
"I'm starvin'," added Ray.
They all ate and talked till about four in the afternoon when they decided to go swimming again and that, much
like the day before someone had to go naked.

Chapter 10: Oh Great Now Who's Naked.

They played rock, paper scissors and as it turns out Gerard had to go naked.
"Oh joy," said a sarcastic Mikey, "it's not like i've seen my brother's monster dick enough."
"You?" asked Ray, "What about the rest of us?"
"Yeah really!" exclaimed Bob, "Oh Jesus here he comes!"
"Hey guys," laughed a nude Gerard, "I see your all ready."
"Yeah," laughed Ray covering his eyes, "let's just go."
"When we get there let's just make sure to stay away from that thing!" exclaimed Bob pointing at Gerard's dick.
"Yeah Gerard," laughed Mikey, "are your horny or just happy to see us?"
Frankie began to laugh as he walked towards Gerard.
"Don't worry about that Gee Gee," whispered Frankie into Gerard's ear, "I'll take care of that tonight."
"Oh," whispered Gerard, "I don't know if I can wait that long."
"Okay then!" exclaimed Frankie as he grabbed Gerard's had and led him back to the tent.
"Okay!" exclaimed Ray, "You two just go fuck the living shit out of eachother we'll be back soon!"
"Living shit?" asked Bob, "Wouldn't it hurt if your shit was alive?"
"I don't understand any of you sometimes," started Mikey, "now let's go and leave them in peace."

When everyone got to the lake, except for Frankie and Gerard seeing as they were fucking eachothers brains out, they all started to talk about them.
"What do you think there doing?" asked Bob, "I know there fucking but wouldn't they need like lotion or something?"
"Not necasarily," laughed Mikey, "at least knowing my brother."
"Eeew!" exclaimed Ray, "I did not need the image of Gerard squirting Frankie in the ass!"
"Haha!" exclaimed Mikey as he splashed Ray in the face.
"Besides," laughed Bob, "Frankie could be giving Gee a blowjob or Gee could be giving Frank one."
"OH MY GOD YOU PEOPLE ARE SICK I AM HEADING BACK NOW!" exclaimed Ray as he swam for the shore.
"I wouldn't if I were you!" exclaimed Mikey.
"Why?" asked Ray as he grew nearer to the shore.
"They've wanted to do this for awhile," started the youngest Way, "their fufilling there dreams they've had."
"Okay I see your point!" said Ray as he quickly swam back towards the others.


Meanwhile, back at the campsite, anyone within a ten mile radius could hear exaclty what was going on inside that little black tent. Frankie was pleased that Gerard was making these noises for him and not for the audiance for once, that he alone was hearing Gerard's sweet voice and no one else. Gerard was equally pleased to finally hear Frankie make such noises as well. He had never actually heard Frankie and now that he was he never wanted the noises to stop.

Chapter 11: Sunday Morning When Brian Showed Up.

"Hey guys!" exclaimed Brian as he walked into the camp, "Time to go!"
The guys all got up and packed but Brian could tell they were hiding something from him.
"All right what happened?" asked a confused Schecter.
"Um," started Frankie as he took their frontman's hand, "Gee and I are together now."
"Oh is that all?" asked Brian, "I thought that one of you almost died or something."
"You knew to Brian?" asked Gerard.
"Yeah," said their manager, "I just felt it would be better for you guys to figure it out yourselves, which you aparently did, now lets go."

As they walked towards the tour bus they all felt different then they did when they had gotten off only two days before. Bob felt as refreshed, Ray felt like he wanted to run naked through the trees like Tarzan(don't ask why), Mikey felt like he was more happy then ever that he and Alicia were together, and Gerard and Frankie were both happy to be together. The couple Frerard walked towards the tour bus hand in hand. The one thing every body knew was that Frank and Gee were divorced from their wives things were gonna get wild. Which would be good for the fans, not so good for the boys on the bus who would have to hear them at three in the morning.