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29. “Come over here and make me.”
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“Mikey and I are gonna go get something to eat,” Ray spoke, lightly tilting his head towards the bassist briefly. He set his guitar down gently as he looked at the other two. “We didn’t get a chance to have anything this afternoon, so we’re hungry.”
Gerard nodded, and Frank made a noncommital ‘okay’ sound at the back of his throat.
The boys were at soundcheck, a few hours before a concert, and they were all testing out their instruments.
Well, most of them were.
Frank was being obstinate, and refused to rehearse for more than a couple of minutes at a time, for some reason. He was either sitting around, or dully plucking at his guitar’s strings, or just prancing around stage when he wasn’t actually playing his guitar.
Even now, as Gerard went over the tracklist, singing a few lines from each song, Frank would randomly pop up and yell various things into the microphone and frankly, pun semi intended, it was really getting on Gerard’s nerves.
“Frank!” the black haired singer exclaimed after the guitarist’s latest colourful string of swears. “Either practice too or shut up!”
Frank, now at the other end of the stage, smiled lazily at the annoyed Gerard. “Come over here and make me.”
Before he could even blink, Gerard had stormed over, pushed Frank to the ground, and was currently straddling him with a hand firmly over his mouth. “Shut. Up,” the vocalist reiterated with a soft hiss.
Frank’s dark hazel eyes widened, and he stiffened slightly. Clearly, he was not expecting that.
Gerard’s free hand pulled at and slightly bunched up Frank’s shirt. “You’ve been a pain in the ass all evening, Iero,” he continued, gaze hard. “You’d better be a fuckin’ peach during the concert, you hear me?”
The guitarist squirmed under him, the jacket he was wearing suddenly seeming to trap a lot more heat to his body than before. Slowly, he nodded.
Gerard smiled, gaze still dark, as he moved off Frank. “You’d better stick to that.”
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“That was a really good concert!” Ray exclaimed as they walked off stage, on a high from the atmosphere and the fans’ screaming.
“Yeah, thanks for not literally throwing yourself at us this time, Iero,” Mikey said, half teasing.
Gerard and Frank shared a look.
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