My Way Home Is Through You: Chapter Three
(Frank's P.O.V.)
I woke up to find Gerard with his head in his hands on the edge of the bunk. I sat beside him and put my arm around his shoulder. He shrugged it off and got up. I followed him and after a minute he turned around. His eyes were red and puffy. He burst out into a sob and fell into me. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his back. After a few minutes we sat down on the edge of my bunk.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Lindsay," he said, his voice still thick.
"What about Lindsay?"
"She wants to get a divorce."
"Why?"
"Because she found out about us. I shouldn't have done this in the first place."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. It's my own fucking fault."
"Don't worry. I love you."
"How can I not worry? She's going to get everything we owned."
"No she's not. Not on my watch."
"How are you going to do that?"
"I know somebody." I grinned my devil grin and Gerard laughed. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed my lips. His lips are so soft and dreamy. I love the way he kisses.
***
That night we played a show and Gerard told the audience that he was going to get a divorce. The crowd roared and a bra flew up right on his face. And it was pink. He took the bra off his face and put it on over his clothes. After the show the girl who had thrown the bra was waiting to meet us and Gerard signed it and gave it back to her. I love the way he is with the fans. He's so kind and real with them. I wish I could be more like that. Maybe he could teach me how to be that way.
***
We got back on the bus and the five of us decided to watch Underworld together. I made sure that I was right beside Gerard in case I got scared. I don't really like this movie even though I love horror movies. Underworld really can't be classified as a horror movie. It doesn't have enough blood and killing. I squeezed Gerard's arm when the Subway came rushing by. That shit always scares me. Gerard just laughed and held me close to him.
***
The movie was over and I asked him if I could sleep in his bunk with him. He just smiled and nodded his head. He stripped down to his boxers and helped me strip down to my boxers. I got into the bunk first and then he came in behind me. I could hear him inhale my scent.
"You smell good," he mumbled.
"Thank you," I said.
"No problem. Now that Lindsay has filed for divorce I can be with you forever and ever."
"What about Jamia?"
"What about her?"
"What if she finds out?"
"I don't care and you shouldn't either."
"Why shouldn't I care? She's my wife and I can't live without her."
"Fine." he mumbled as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. I did the same soon after.
(Gerard's P.O.V.)
I woke in the morning and saw Frank still asleep. He's so beautiful when he's sleeping. I gave him a peck on the cheek before putting some jeans on and going outside to smoke. Bob was outside and I asked him for a light. He gave it to me and I took a drag.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he said.
"What's up?"
"Nothin' much. Just needed a smoke."
"Me too. I need to quit."
"So do I. It's such a bad thing now."
"Yeah." I inhaled and exhaled again. The smoke feels so good going down my throat and then going up through my nose and mouth. I finished my cigarette and stamped it out with my foot before going back on the bus and laying behind Frank. I smelled his hair and smiled to myself before falling asleep.
I woke up to find Gerard with his head in his hands on the edge of the bunk. I sat beside him and put my arm around his shoulder. He shrugged it off and got up. I followed him and after a minute he turned around. His eyes were red and puffy. He burst out into a sob and fell into me. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his back. After a few minutes we sat down on the edge of my bunk.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Lindsay," he said, his voice still thick.
"What about Lindsay?"
"She wants to get a divorce."
"Why?"
"Because she found out about us. I shouldn't have done this in the first place."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. It's my own fucking fault."
"Don't worry. I love you."
"How can I not worry? She's going to get everything we owned."
"No she's not. Not on my watch."
"How are you going to do that?"
"I know somebody." I grinned my devil grin and Gerard laughed. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed my lips. His lips are so soft and dreamy. I love the way he kisses.
***
That night we played a show and Gerard told the audience that he was going to get a divorce. The crowd roared and a bra flew up right on his face. And it was pink. He took the bra off his face and put it on over his clothes. After the show the girl who had thrown the bra was waiting to meet us and Gerard signed it and gave it back to her. I love the way he is with the fans. He's so kind and real with them. I wish I could be more like that. Maybe he could teach me how to be that way.
***
We got back on the bus and the five of us decided to watch Underworld together. I made sure that I was right beside Gerard in case I got scared. I don't really like this movie even though I love horror movies. Underworld really can't be classified as a horror movie. It doesn't have enough blood and killing. I squeezed Gerard's arm when the Subway came rushing by. That shit always scares me. Gerard just laughed and held me close to him.
***
The movie was over and I asked him if I could sleep in his bunk with him. He just smiled and nodded his head. He stripped down to his boxers and helped me strip down to my boxers. I got into the bunk first and then he came in behind me. I could hear him inhale my scent.
"You smell good," he mumbled.
"Thank you," I said.
"No problem. Now that Lindsay has filed for divorce I can be with you forever and ever."
"What about Jamia?"
"What about her?"
"What if she finds out?"
"I don't care and you shouldn't either."
"Why shouldn't I care? She's my wife and I can't live without her."
"Fine." he mumbled as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. I did the same soon after.
(Gerard's P.O.V.)
I woke in the morning and saw Frank still asleep. He's so beautiful when he's sleeping. I gave him a peck on the cheek before putting some jeans on and going outside to smoke. Bob was outside and I asked him for a light. He gave it to me and I took a drag.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he said.
"What's up?"
"Nothin' much. Just needed a smoke."
"Me too. I need to quit."
"So do I. It's such a bad thing now."
"Yeah." I inhaled and exhaled again. The smoke feels so good going down my throat and then going up through my nose and mouth. I finished my cigarette and stamped it out with my foot before going back on the bus and laying behind Frank. I smelled his hair and smiled to myself before falling asleep.