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“Yeah…but I thought that I said to keep it to Frerard on stage?” I gave a breathy laugh.
“I know, I know. I don’t think Frank could resist though. He does it all the time with me so everyone’ll just think that we’re spicing the stage play up a little.” He smiled softly at me.
“Yeah, but please do still keep to Frerard.” I giggled.
“Mikey! Thank God you’re okay! Sean said you were having a panic attack or something!” Frank nearly yelled, lunging himself at me and wrapping me in a tight hug.
“Yeah, I kind of panicked about you kissing me on stage, I guess I wasn’t as ready for that much publicity as you were.” I rest my head atop of his, even though I’m taller than him and was really holding Frank, it gave me comfort just to have him there.
“I’m so sorry! We’ll just keep it to Frerard on stage for now, yeah?” He suggested and I nodded, humming my reply as I held onto him, my arms wrapped tightly round his waist.
“We have to get back on the bus now.” Ray said, his, Franks and mine guitar cases in his hands as we parted.
“Thank’s Ray.” I smile as Frank takes our guitar cases from him in one hand, and my hand in his other as we walked towards the bus. I could hear the sounds of fans screaming and yelling as we approached the door of the building. Nerves started to churn in my stomach and my palms became damp with a light sweat. I take a nervous glance at Frank, who stops walking, stopping me too.
“I can let go if you like, Mikey.” He says, slight hurt glimmering in his love drowned eyes as he allows his gaze to drift down toward our entwined hands.
“…No…no.” I decided, giving a weak smile before stepping outside with the rest of the band flanking us. Cheers and cries of happiness could be heard as we signed this and that, me and Frank never letting go of each other’s hands. Some fans had crossed out the Frerard on their banners and shirts and had written Frikey on in Sharpie.
“Faggots!” Someone screamed and I froze, my heartbeat rising as the grip Frank had on my hand tightening to near bone breaking, yet somehow still comforting. I turned my head slightly as I noticed Gerard walk nearly threateningly towards the barrier.
“You two are a disgrace!” Another fan hissed, and Gerard lunged at the barrier separating the sea of people from us. He climbed it and leant over.
“Whoever did not make those two horrifically homophobic remarks toward my brother and his incredibly loving boyfriend, please step the fuck back!” He yelled, a growl emitting from his thgroat by the end. All but two girls stepped back.
“Why!? Why the hell would you do that!?” Gerard screamed at them, is he as a cat his hackles would be fully raised and his teeth would be bared. Oh, his teeth are bared anyway.
“Because it’s wrong! It’s sick!” They screamed straight back.
“You two will NEVER come to our shows, buy our records or our merch EVER again until you understand that love is love, no matter what sex you are! Accept that and get a life so you can stop wrecking everyone elses!” He yelled, climbing down from the barrier and storming inside the bus. An awkwardly stunned silence hung in the cool air. Frank tugged on my hand as we started to walk back to the bus.
“Oh, and another thing.” Frank turned round and stuck his middle finger up.
“FUCK YOU HOMOPHOBES!” He hollered, smirking as the rest of the fans cheered and we boarded the bus. I collapsed, exhausted onto the sofa.
“Are you okay Mikey?” Frank asked as he sat next to me. I nodded and pulled us so we were lying down in a comfy position.
“I’m just tired, Frankie.” I yawned as I let the darkness encase me. I wasn’t sure where Gerard was, but I hoped he wouldn’t do anything he’d regret later.. I knew he wouldn’t though, he’s smart, and I trust him. I’ve realized, that there are always going to be people who hate me, and there will probably always be people who love me. There will always be people who dominate, and people who follow. People who scream and people who whisper. Happy people and sad people, angry people and chilled out people. But I know that I like the people I am with at the moment. One in particular, is the boy that’s currently snuggled up into my chest. Frank Iero. The best thing ever to happen to me and my own personal Jesus. Even with all the homophobic pricks on this planet, I am happy. No one can stop me now.
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“I know, I know. I don’t think Frank could resist though. He does it all the time with me so everyone’ll just think that we’re spicing the stage play up a little.” He smiled softly at me.
“Yeah, but please do still keep to Frerard.” I giggled.
“Mikey! Thank God you’re okay! Sean said you were having a panic attack or something!” Frank nearly yelled, lunging himself at me and wrapping me in a tight hug.
“Yeah, I kind of panicked about you kissing me on stage, I guess I wasn’t as ready for that much publicity as you were.” I rest my head atop of his, even though I’m taller than him and was really holding Frank, it gave me comfort just to have him there.
“I’m so sorry! We’ll just keep it to Frerard on stage for now, yeah?” He suggested and I nodded, humming my reply as I held onto him, my arms wrapped tightly round his waist.
“We have to get back on the bus now.” Ray said, his, Franks and mine guitar cases in his hands as we parted.
“Thank’s Ray.” I smile as Frank takes our guitar cases from him in one hand, and my hand in his other as we walked towards the bus. I could hear the sounds of fans screaming and yelling as we approached the door of the building. Nerves started to churn in my stomach and my palms became damp with a light sweat. I take a nervous glance at Frank, who stops walking, stopping me too.
“I can let go if you like, Mikey.” He says, slight hurt glimmering in his love drowned eyes as he allows his gaze to drift down toward our entwined hands.
“…No…no.” I decided, giving a weak smile before stepping outside with the rest of the band flanking us. Cheers and cries of happiness could be heard as we signed this and that, me and Frank never letting go of each other’s hands. Some fans had crossed out the Frerard on their banners and shirts and had written Frikey on in Sharpie.
“Faggots!” Someone screamed and I froze, my heartbeat rising as the grip Frank had on my hand tightening to near bone breaking, yet somehow still comforting. I turned my head slightly as I noticed Gerard walk nearly threateningly towards the barrier.
“You two are a disgrace!” Another fan hissed, and Gerard lunged at the barrier separating the sea of people from us. He climbed it and leant over.
“Whoever did not make those two horrifically homophobic remarks toward my brother and his incredibly loving boyfriend, please step the fuck back!” He yelled, a growl emitting from his thgroat by the end. All but two girls stepped back.
“Why!? Why the hell would you do that!?” Gerard screamed at them, is he as a cat his hackles would be fully raised and his teeth would be bared. Oh, his teeth are bared anyway.
“Because it’s wrong! It’s sick!” They screamed straight back.
“You two will NEVER come to our shows, buy our records or our merch EVER again until you understand that love is love, no matter what sex you are! Accept that and get a life so you can stop wrecking everyone elses!” He yelled, climbing down from the barrier and storming inside the bus. An awkwardly stunned silence hung in the cool air. Frank tugged on my hand as we started to walk back to the bus.
“Oh, and another thing.” Frank turned round and stuck his middle finger up.
“FUCK YOU HOMOPHOBES!” He hollered, smirking as the rest of the fans cheered and we boarded the bus. I collapsed, exhausted onto the sofa.
“Are you okay Mikey?” Frank asked as he sat next to me. I nodded and pulled us so we were lying down in a comfy position.
“I’m just tired, Frankie.” I yawned as I let the darkness encase me. I wasn’t sure where Gerard was, but I hoped he wouldn’t do anything he’d regret later.. I knew he wouldn’t though, he’s smart, and I trust him. I’ve realized, that there are always going to be people who hate me, and there will probably always be people who love me. There will always be people who dominate, and people who follow. People who scream and people who whisper. Happy people and sad people, angry people and chilled out people. But I know that I like the people I am with at the moment. One in particular, is the boy that’s currently snuggled up into my chest. Frank Iero. The best thing ever to happen to me and my own personal Jesus. Even with all the homophobic pricks on this planet, I am happy. No one can stop me now.
I'm back!! Please PLEASE rate and review and I'll love you for like, ever!!! I know this is short but I PROMISE to update soon and this time I mean it!!!
Jackie
xxx
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