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I was 'somehow' left to do Gerard's make up on my own. Everyone else went to
fetch munchies...

"I wonder how long it'll take them?" I asked absent-mindedly, sat on
the counter in front of Gerard. He shrugged.

"Hopefully a while," I smiled, finishing off his make up.

"Done!" I said happily. He stood from the chair to look in the mirror.
I slid off the counter and gathered some of the make up into a neat collection.
I could feel eyes on me all the time.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?" I turned to be met with Gerard's lips on mine. I jumped
slightly. "Oh," was all I said as he pulled back.

"'Oh' that's all you say?" I swallowed, nodding speechlessly.
"Lets try that again," He slid a finger through the loops of my jeans
(that was meant for a belt, but they were tight enough anyway) pulling me
towards him. My hips bounced lightly against his as he crushed his lips to mine.
I took a deep breath, feeling his lips move against mine. After a few moments,
he pulled back.

"You do that again," I said, breathing heavily. "I'm gonna have
to pour water over my head," I said, sucking in a ragged breath.

"That good?" He asked. I nodded distantly. He smirked, his hands
moving to my hips. Pulling me closer, his lips met mine again. My hand rested
themselves on his arms as he nibbled at my bottom lip. I sucked another ragged
breath in before I felt the warmth of his lips again, this time joined by his
tongue pressing against mine.
We pulled apart abruptly as we heard laughing from outside. I stepped over to
the seating area. I'd barely gotten my breathing back to normal when the door
opened. I didn't pay and attention to anyone as I reached into the mini fridge
and grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewing it and upturning it over my head.

"Sam? What the fuck are you doing?" I heard Frank ask. I shook my head
lightly, trying not to spray anyone with water.

"Nothing," From the corner of my eye I saw Gerard smirking.

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"We going out?" Asked Ray after the show, sounding fed up. Gerard
shook his head. Everyone stared at him. Even me.

"What?" Everyone shook their heads, leaving before he could change his
mind.

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Once back at the bus, I sat with everyone around the sofa, constantly aware of
the camera that was trained on either Gerard or me. Though I was actually
surprised the camera was still in one piece by the end of the night. It got hit
every time it stayed on Bob too long.

"We've got..." Said Frank, holding his fingers up and counting.
"Eight days left of the tour," He was speaking more to the camera than
us. "Then a long break, possibly a few gigs locally, before we head out for
a tour lasting month or two," I choked on the sip of water I'd taken.
Someone patted me on the back and I waved my hand before I managed to breath
again.

"I'm sorry," I said hoarsely. "Go on,"

"O-kay. Well, hopefully at the end of that tour we get a holiday, but we're
not sure about that..." He finished, glancing over at me as I coughed.
"You want more water?"

He asked, holding his glass out. I smiled and shook my head. "You want it
over your head?" Despite my sudden urge to cough again, I giggled feebly
instead, shaking my head.

Once everyone was asleep, and not just in bed, actually asleep, I stood from the
sofa, creeping over to the bunks.

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I giggled slightly as I woke to voices again.

"What is she? A cuddly toy?"

"She looks like one," Indeed I could feel an arm wrapped tightly
around my middle. Stretching slightly, I clambered up the mound I was lying on
as best I could considering the arm around my middle wasn't moving, shaking
Gerard. He tried to roll over but had to stop when I started giggling after
bashing my head against the wall.

Groaning, he let go of me.

Climbing over him, I got out of the bunk, heading into the kitchen and making
breakfast.

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Over the week towards the end of the current tour, I had a hard job keeping me
and Gerard a secret. He didn't seem to care but I didn't fancy the media
attention. I'd already got enough from just being their damn makeup artist...

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"I tell you what!" I called over the shouting on the last night of the
tour. "Forget exchanging addresses and phone numbers, I can find yours on
the Internet anyway if I look hard enough, why don't we just keep in touch until
the next tour? That way, you don't have to wake me up at one morning: You can do
it EVERY morning!" Yes, I had been drinking, but I'd only had one glass!

"Oh, oh, I like that idea!" Said Frank, waving his hand. "All
those who agree?" Four other hands went up in the air. I smiled before
going back to watching everyone.

It was amazing, really. As far as I knew, everyone had now been filled in about
Gerard by the tour manager but you'd never be able to tell by looking at him
he'd been ready to kill himself.

The improvement in just a small time, though small, was amazing. He seemed to
have realised he was drinking himself to death. Though he did still drink it
wasn't as heavy as it used to be. I'd often find myself wondering if we'd be
together if he hadn't hit rock bottom? After all, if I hadn't been so damn
concerned when he did finally hit rock bottom, I'd never have woken up in his
bed and never have...

You get the point, right?

I sighed as I realised a talk was in order. The only time Gerard and me got to
talk about any kind of relationship was when everyone else was asleep and we'd
stand in the freezing cold.

"If I drink anymore, I'm gonna hurl, so I'm off to bed," said Frank,
standing and making his way to his bunk.

"Great idea,"

"We'll follow,"

"Uh-huh," Everyone but Gerard and me followed Frank, clambering into
bunks.

After half an hour, distant snores were heard from Bob and Frank. I stood up and
stepped over to the steps down, looking over to make sure Gerard was about to
follow.

Once I knew he was, I went outside and stood rubbing my hands together in the
cold, my breath becoming a misty cloud in front of me.

After a few moments, Gerard was stood next to me.

"What do we need to talk about?" He asked, looking upwards at the
clear night sky.

"What do we do between here and the next tour...?" I asked, looking up
as well. He didn't answer for a while.

"Whatever we do," I looked at him.

"Meaning...?" I pushed. He looked at me.

"Meaning we do whatever we do," He shrugged. "Whatever happens, I
suppose. As long as...actually, why are we keeping this a secret?"

"I don't want the media attention," I mumbled, looking back up at the
sky. He sighed before stepping closer slightly so he was behind me and wrapped
his arms around my shoulders.

"I can't see what's wrong with it but, I suppose if it makes you feel that
bad...in that case, whatever happens, happens. As long as we can explain it if
we get caught," I nodded. "Lets get in, you're freezing," I nodded and
let him lead me back inside the bus.

He was walking in front of me and when he stopped abruptly I crashed into him. I
didn't ask, I just groaned before peering around him.

I was unsurprised to find someone looking at us, sat as if they'd just been
looking out of the window.

"It isn't what-" I slapped Gerard's arm as he began an excuse. He
turned his head to look at me as I slipped past him on the stairs.

"Mikey," I said, walking over to him. "Don't tell the
others," He blinked as he looked at me.

"Why not,"

"I really don't want them knowing. Do you think it'd be nice having Frank
taking digs at us all the time? Plus, I don't want media attention, and that's
the worse thing that could happen if I don't want it, because you know SOMEONE
will say something in an interveiw..." He raised an eyebrow. "I know, I
know, a lot of I's in there but, please, trust me, if it looks like this is
really going anywhere I'll tell everyone, I swear," He studied me before
his eyes slid back to Gerard. From what I could tell, he nodded. Hesitantly,
Mikey nodded too.

"But I'm not covering if you get...you know...caught..." I nodded
frantically before watching Mikey head back to the bunks.

My eyes slid to Gerard, stood smiling slightly. I headed over to him before
taking his wrist, leading him to the bunks.