He looked like someone just killed his puppy, which wasn't a good thing at all. "I uhm... I saw your card on the ground and I ran in after ya to give it back." he looked back to the lead singer and then back to me.
"What did you hear?" he asked, turning to look at his bandmate again, who was staring at us, arms crossed. This was quite amusing, if I may say so.
"I uhmm. I just heard him say 'Stop looking or I'll completely destroy you' or something like that... Am I missing something?" I asked starting to feel slightly awkward.
"N-no.. I gotta go... I'll see you..." he began to walk away and I felt really bad.
"Hey, wait, Frank!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Look, if you ever need to talk," I pulled out a pen and grabbed his hand, scribbling my cellphone number on his palm. "feel free to text me. I'm a great listener. Matt actually thinks that if the band calls it quits, I should become a therapist." I laughed. I let go of his hand and smiled at him. "And if you wanna hang, we could always jam or something.. ya'know?" he looked down and then back up with a smile.
"Thanks..."
"Ahem?" Frank spun around and I looked up to see a clearly pissed off Gerard. Was he jealous? Well duh.
"I can see that I'm not wanted...." I said and licked my lip rings. "I'll see ya later Frankie" I said with a smirk, loving how pissed Gerard was getting. I turned and started to walk away, hearing Gerard and Frank whispering.
Was I gay? Nah. Maybe bisexual... I've hooked up with Brian a few times... and then Jimmy and I made it all the way to third base before Gena came into my life. No one knew of that night, but ever since that night Jimmy and I would steal glances and even hold hands when no one was paying attention. It was this connection that we had, a new kinda of friendship. One that made he and I closer than everyone else. Frank was a good looking dude, I could see myself making out with him.
Being drunk was the only excuse Gena would believe. I was completely sober when I hooked up with Jimmy and even though I wasn't with her when it happened, she still got upset. So I lied and said I was drunk. She was there when I was making out with Brian but that night I was seriously drunk. I went back outside with a smirk on my face.
"Jim, Crack open a beer for me?" I shouted as I pulled out my cigarettes, lighting one before walking over.
"Here ya go." he smiled before he slung and arm around my shoulders.
"Uh oh... You have the Vengeance smirk on your face..." Matt mused.
"I'm getting plastered tonight. Jim, you got some blow?"
"For you baby, it's free." Jimmy laughed. "Lets go inside."
"Fuck yeah." I smirked. I'd see Frank, piss of Gerard, do a few lines, get shitfaced, rock the show, make underage girls cream their panties while signing autographs, then go to the club and maybe piss Gerard off even more by grinding on Frank at the club. All I know is that it's gonna be a good fucking night either way. And every band has a motto;
What happens on tour, stays on tour.
~~~~~

We walked into the venue with a case of beer and went to the dressing room. "Hey guys, why don't we chill with My Chem? Get to know them better?" Matt asked. Perfect.
"Sure" Brian said as they began to knock on the door with a sign that said My Chemical Romance. The door opened and the tall guy with the fro smiled. I held up the case and he laughed, stepping back. We filed in and I locked eyes with Frank, that smirk coming back across my face.
"We brought the party!" I said and set the case on the table.
"You guys do blow?" Jimmy asked. There were no's all around and I looked at Jimmy.
"We'll keep that in our room." I said softly, Jimmy and I smiling. "We'll be right back." I said, walking to the door.
"You're being watched..." Jimmy whispered.
"I know." I smirked as we walked out. I caught Frank staring at me, and Gerard staring, too as I licked my lips and grabbed Jimmy's hand, lacing our fingers before I shut the door.
"You have that look again." he said as we walked to our dressing room hand in hand. "And what is up with this?" he held our hands up after we went into our room. I shrugged and smiled at him sweetly.
"I can just hold my best friend's hand?"
"Not with that look in your eyes." Jimmy laughed and dropped my hand to cut the coke. "Whats up?"
"That Gerard guy hates me being around that other guy... the short one." I laughed and shook my head. "Not only that like I think the dude thinks I'm gay or something... That I'm gonna try anything with Frank"
"Are you serious?" he asked as he cut the coke with a credit card before he handed me a $5 bill. I rolled it and waited.
"Yup, so I'm playing a little game..."
"Zack, no. Head games arent cool..."
"Relax, Jim. Not playing with Frank's head.... I cant even go near the dude to chat with him, without Gerard getting pissy. And it's quite fun to piss him off." he snorted a few lines before rubbing some onto his gums and then handed the rolled up bill back to me.
"You're one sick fuck." I went over the table and snorted one line, about to snort another, when the door opened. I looked up to see Gerard closing the door behind him looking scared.
"You lost?" I asked and bent over to snort another line.
"C-can I get in on this??" he asked as he shifted his weight on his feet nervously. I sat back, rubbing some of the coke onto my gums before I laughed harshly.
"You're gonna give me dirty looks for no reason and then ask to get in on this?" Jimmy elbowed me in the side, causing me to shut up.
"I'm sorry. You dont understand..." Jimmy put his hand up and shook his head.
"Dont mind Zack. He's a bit of a douche..." I opened my mouth to speak but Jimmy shot me a look that shut me right up. "It's my stash, not his so you're more than welcome." Jimmy was too nice. I held out the rolled up bill and Gerard took it, sitting down next to me. Jimmy cut another two lines and Gerard leaned in doing exactly what we'd just done.
"Dont tell any of the guys, please?" he mumbled. "They dont know..."
"Stop giving me dirty looks for no reason." I warned.
"Deal." he said softly.
"How long have you been doing this shit?" Jimmy asked.
"A few months... maybe a year?" Gerard scratched the back of his neck and then jolted up. "I should get back... I dont want them to question... I told them I was going to take a piss." I just stared at him like he was retarded, my face pretty much screaming 'Why the hell are you telling me, I dont give a fuck what you do...' and I guess he got it cause he left a second later.
"Zack, you need to lay off..." Jimmy said with a sigh.
"I dont like people who do that, Jim... you know that." I said and sat back. Jimmy stood up and started pacing around.
"Yeah, but at least hide your dislike for him... We're on tour with them for a little while..." he came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. "You could do that, right, Zee?" he began to massage my shoulders and I groaned, closing my eyes.
"I guess you're right, Jim. I just... people like him piss me off... But I'll play nice just for you." Jimmy pressed his lips to my neck causing me to shudder.
"There's the Zack I know and love." he said, his face next to mine. I looked over with a smile and a giggle before I grabbed his face and pulled him closer to me, connecting our lips. It was a solid minute before we pulled away, smiling as we stared at each other.
"I love you, Jim."
"I love you too, Zack" he smiled and stood up, stretching. "Come on... lets go back and drink some buur" he jumped and hit his heels together as he made his way to the door. That simple action had me rolling on the floor in tears. "Come on Zeeeeeee" he whined before he came over and pulled me up. I let him pull me up, out the door, down the hall, and into the other room while I couldnt stop laughing.
"Whats so funny?" Matt asked as I flopped onto the couch, grinding tears from my eyes as I tried to stop laughing. I just shook my head and pointed to Jimmy.
"He like... flew off his rocker..." Jimmy said with a laugh. "I dont know what I did that was THAT funny."
"Do you really have to ask? It's Zack we're talking about... He laughs at flies getting caught in spiderwebs when he's high." Johnny said. I shut up and glared at him.
"Says the one who thinks that puppies being scared are funny." I said.
"Aww not the puppies" a voice said from next to me. I looked over to see Frank. How long was he sitting there? I locked eyes with him and when I pulled my eyes away, I saw Gerard staring. I raised my eyebrows with a smirk and then saw Jimmy coming over with a beer in hand. I smiled and took it from him, cracking it open before I started chugging it.
"Oh, Gerard... Happy birthday" I looked at him with a smirk.
"Thanks..." he said in a whisper.
"Happy birthday!" Matt said.
"It's your birthday?!" Jimmy asked and went over to him. Gerard nodded and I sat back with a grin. I just threw him in the spot light while he was high on coke. Fuck yeah. I saw Jimmy throw his arms around Gerard and I narrowed my eyes. Gerard locked eyes with me and I sat back, slinging my arm over the back of the couch where Frank was.
"So What club are we going to?" I asked Frank. He looked up and smiled softly.
"I cant remember the name..." he looked down sheepishly and I patted him on the back.
"I cant keep places straight either. But I'm pretty excited." I smiled over at him.
"Me too."
~~~
After a few more beers, a few blunts, and a couple hours of bullshitting, Frank and I were thigh to thigh talking about the Misfits and laughing at some bullshit stories that would've made no sense if we were sober. Everyone was pretty much in the same boat as us, Gerard was too far gone to know what was going on, but he stared at Frank and I like a hawk.
"Brian!" Jimmy said and then I heard a crash. I looked back to see a table toppled over, Brian on the ground and Jimmy on top. Both were laughing hard and mumbling incoherently. Ray, Mikey, Matt P, and MSadz were laughing their asses off.
"What happened?" I asked. Mikey was about to speak but the door opened.
"My Chem on in 5" a voice said. Frank licked his lips and started to get up.
"Hey.." I said with a drunken smile. He looked back confused and I laughed at his face.
"What?" he asked.
"Uhm... I dont know what to say... break a leg? Does that apply? Or good luck?"
"I'm not sure.. but thanks."
"I'll be watching from the side." he blushed and stood up.
"I may mess up... I dont like people watching me" this earned a laugh from everyone.
"You have people watching your every move..." I chuckled.
"I know... But I like to think that people are watching the band as a whole.. not JUST me."
"Conceited much?" Gerard huffed before he stood up and stumbled out of the room. Frank let out a sigh and shook his head before he stood up.
"You're not conceited." I said and rolled my eyes.
"I gotta get out there..." I noticed that we were the only ones in the room. I nodded and stood up watching him walk past me, my eyes landing on his ass. "You coming?" he asked. I looked at his face and smiled as I made my way over. "You checked out my ass..." he laughed.
"I did..." I laughed softly. "And you've been checking me out since we first met..." I looked over at him and his face fell, blush completely taking over his face.
"You saw?" he covered his face with his hands.
"Yup." I laughed. "But it's cool. Now we're even..."'
"So you and Jimmy...?"
"What?"
"You were holding his hand."
"Oh, no," I laughed softly. "That was just to throw Gerard off..." we made it to the side of the stage and I licked my lips.
"Oh..." he picked up a guitar and wrapped the strap around him.
"Well do your thing... Rock the shit out of the show and get the fans ready for me..." I turned him and gave his ass a tap with my hand. "By the way, you have a nice ass... Just throwing that out there..." I turned and walked away with a smirk, leaving him to stare at me.

Notes

Title credit: The Killers