[[ Frank's POV ]]
Gerard's latest girl had been a nut job from when I first laid eyes on her. I could tell straight off, those wild staring eyes and that messed up hair, you just knew there was something up in the command system. But then again, Gee couldn't tell. He was like this every time he met a girl. He'd just fall madly in love with her, and he'd never see a flaw, but even this time he could tell what was up. Even if it did take him until it was too late to finally click.
I'd been talking to her, Alex was her name, and the topic of me and Gerard... or the whole Frerard theme, came up. I started laughing slightly, I missed that, I had to admit it, and so jokingly I told her to back off my man, pushing her arm slightly as I joked about, little did I know she had a gun in her pocket. Within a flash I'd been push against the wall of the tour bus, the gun pointing at my stomach. My heart was thundering away as I glared at her, my arms to either side, as if it would make some kind of difference.
"Take that back...."
Her voice had become somewhat distorted, and her eyes even wilder than at first glance, and to be honest I was shitting bricks. I didn't have a clue what I was supposed to do or say. If she was gonna get like this at every joke then it was gonna be difficult. I simply stood there, trying to breath without causing any more damage than I had already.
"I said take that back!"
She had started shouting now, and I could see spit flying from her mouth, whilst her eyes stayed fixed on me, it was then that I decided to act. I quickly put my hands down to my side and grabbed hold of the gun, pointing it away from both of us, or at least I thought so. She pulled the trigger, and the small piece of metal shot through my arm, tearing the flesh around it as I crumpled to the ground in pain. She stepped back, not sure what she had just done at all, like this was all a surprise to her, and whilst I remained on the ground, keeping a tight grip on my arm, Gerard ran in, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw her with the gun in one hand, and me on the ground, blood now seeping through my fingers.
She turned back to see him, and dropped the gun, running at Gerard seemingly expecting him to take hold of her in loving arms, but instead he just stepped back and turned round, half expecting one of the others to be there.
"Guys...? Guys call the police now...."
His voice was calm, and collected, and his movements where slow as he edged round the other side of the girl and kicked the gun to the far side of the bus so it couldn't be used again. It was like he knew exactly what to do, whilst I was kneeling over on the ground, in obvious agony. It was getting to a point where I was beginning to feel dizzy, and nauseous.
It was at that point that Ray came running in, wrapping his arms round the girl from behind and holding her to his chest so she couldn't get away. He'd been walking past when he'd seen it happen, and he wasn't about to let the girl go. His grip was strong as she tried to struggle loose, whilst Gerard made his way over to my side.
"Frank, you alright?"
I felt like hitting him over the back of the head for asking such a stupid question. I felt like I was gonna black out any second, and the blood dripping down my arm was probably to blame. I couldn't believe Gerard hadn't seen this in her before now. But I didn't want to make the situation worse, so I simply nodded my head, and heaved myself against the wall of the tour bus, leaning into it as I tried to get my breathing right.
Gerard wrapped his arms around me, and tried to hold me close, but I wanted to just shrug him off. I was in too much pain for this and it was making me feel even worse. I could hear what was going on now, I could only see his lips moving, as he pulled off his shirt and wrapped it round my arm tight. I looked over to Alex, who looked like she was screaming at me as Ray tried desperately to calm her down whilst Mikey and Bob ran over, a police officer following behind them.
It was at that moment that I black out, but at least it was in Gerard's arms. It was true that I missed this, but I knew he was moving on, but I still couldn't help but feel something special each time we touched... I still had feelings for him... but I couldn't just let him know it... look where it landed me this time...
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I woke up the next day in hospital, my arm bandaged up, and a slightly bedraggled Gerard sitting to my side fast asleep. He'd been sitting with me all night, and it'd had obviously gotten the best of him. I smiled slightly, still feeling groggy, my vision not 100% there just yet. I was just happy to see him, and I was just happy that I was still alive. I wanted to just jump up, and hug him, but all the things I had poking into my skin, and drip attached to me, they just left me sitting there, an oxygen mask over my face as I tried to speak.
"Gerard... Gerard wake up..."
My voice was muffled from the mask, but it managed to wake him, a smile spreading across his face as he saw me smiling back, my arm in strapped up to my side.
"Frank! Oh my god! I'm so sorry, man!"
My grin just spread as tears formed in our eyes. I had to say, that was probably the worst experience I'd had in my life... I was just happy I'd lived through it, and Gerard was there to greet me.
"It's Okay, Gee. Don't worry about it. I still love you!"
"Yeah? Good... I love you too, man. I'll never let this happen to ya again."
At those words, I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew he probably only meant it in a brotherly way, but nonetheless, it just made my tears start to swell until it was too much to keep in.
"I mean it. I do love you."
[[ God that was cheesey.. but it had to be done =] ]]
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