And We Don't Care We Just Pretend

                                    

                                          


                          
Gerard holds my hand as we walk behind the venue, heading towards the doors. Gerard flashes his ID at the guards and passes through them with ease.
We begin to walk to his dressing room, which has a plaque with his name on it in big, black, bold letters.
He holds the door open for me, allowing me access into the room.
I step in and he closes it behind us.
"Excited for the show?" He plops down on the couch, gesturing for me to sit beside him.
"Yeah, it will be my first ever concert actually." I say as Gerard places his arm around my shoulder, and I feel my body tense for a second before relaxing again.
I place my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.
I feel Gerard move closer, "It is an honor for me to play at your first concert." He whispers in my ear, and rests his head on mine. I feel his other hand find mine and we both look up at each other.
We both start leaning in, our noses almost touching...
But we are interrupted by a knock on the door.
We both hurriedly drift away from each other. "Come in." Gerard says, looking down at his hands, and clasping them tightly together.
Were we about to kiss? I think to myself.
No, he doesn't like me like that.
Frank opens the door and eyes the two of us before smiling.
"Hey, Gee, Mikey needs help with something, he's in his dressing room." Frank casually says as Gerard gets up.
"I'll be right back." He looks at me, before walking out the door.
Frank peaks out the door and closes it, then sits on the couch besides me. I feel myself tense, as Frank hasn't necessarily had the best first impression of me.
He must notice the sudden tension and quickly gets up, standing awkwardly in front of me.
"He really likes you, ya know." Frank scratches the back of his neck as I look at him in disbelief.
I must have heard him wrong.
"I'm sorry, what?" A look of confusion spreads across his face before he says, "Gerard, he really likes you. Like, a lot." He moves his arms around dramatically to emphasize the last sentence.
"Oh." Is what I manage to squeak out. I immediately remember what happened moments before and my cheeks turn a bright pink.
"I- I think," I look up at Frank, "I think he was trying to kiss me earlier.." I say and look down.
Frank's face turns into a bright smile, "What? When?" He looks like he is about to start jumping around.
"Before you knocked.... But maybe not, I'm not sure." I say as I feel my cheeks grow pinker.
Frank frowns, "Oh shit. I ruined it didn't I." He facepalms.
"No, maybe he wasn't maybe I was imagining it. It's okay." I get up and awkwardly pat his shoulder.
We hear footsteps coming towards the door and Frank looks at me.
"Good luck. Remember, Gerard really does like you, and I can see you like him too." He smiles again. "Have fun." He winks and walks out the door right before Gerard comes back, eyeing the direction Frank walked off to.
"So, what were you and Frankie talkin bout?" He asks, nervousness coating his beautiful green eyes.
"Nothing." I smile and pull him into a hug, and it takes him a moment to return it. His hands drift down to my hips and pulls away slightly.
"So, what's your favorite song?" He smiles and looks down at me.
"Sleep is one that has always stood out to me." I say, pulling him close again and resting my head upon his shoulder.
He moves one of his hands to the back of my head, keeping the other on my hip.
"Good to know." He mumbles into my hair, stroking it softly.
He gently kisses the top of my head, and I feel myself smile against his shoulder.
He wraps both arms around me again and pulls me closer.
"We have to do a soundcheck in a couple of minutes, want to watch?" Gerard says as he rests his chin on the top of my head.
I nod and he takes my hand, leading me to the stage.

~~~~Tiny time skipy~~~~

Gerard brings over a stool for me to sit on and places it on the side of the stage.
I see Ray, Mikey, and Frank walk over to their guitars, each of them waving at me.
I smile and give a small wave back.

Gerard walks up to the microphone and taps on it.
"Check check." He says.
"Check check." He says once again.
I find myself looking at Frank, and flash him a confused look.
He just smiles in response. 
Gerard glances over at me and winks.
I just know my cheeks are burning red.
Check check check che-" He whistles, "WOO!"the rest of the boys start playing guitar, and Gerard looks at me again, smiling.
He turns his attention back to the empty arena and starts singing.
"Don't believe what they say, we're dead flies in the summer time. They leave us all behind, with duct tape scars on my honey!" He smiles widely and continues to sing. "They don't like who you are, you won't like where we'll go. Brother, protect me now. With blood they wash in the money!"
He continues to sing the chorus, then turns to me, and winks.
I think I internally screamed.
After he winks, he keeps his eyes on me, and starts to sing (if you can call it that) again, "Uh uh uh uh uh ah uh." His eyes close for a minute before opening again. "Uh uh uh uh, RIGHT NOW!"
Eventually he finishes the soundcheck and everyone is tired and sweaty.
He walks towards me and grabs my hand, leading me to his dressing room.
He closes the door and we both plop down on the couch.
He lies down and places his head in my lap, and I gently stroke his damp hair.
"How'd you like it?" I feel him smile against my thigh.
"I'm even more excited for the concert now." I giggle.
Suddenly he sits up and pins me against the couch, hovering over top of me.
I stare at him wide eyed, before he puts his soft lips against my ear. "I think you'll enjoy it very much." A hint of lust is in his voice before he lies down once again, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me closer.
He kisses the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
"Can we rest before the concert? I'm kind of tired." He mumbles into the back of my head, and I feel him yawn.
I nod and after a couple minutes, hear him softly snore behind me.