Klaineisakindofmagic

The next morning neither Frank nor Mikey said anything to each other after waking up. It was not like they ignored one another on purpose, but both of them were not sure how much the other remembered. During the night Frank had felt the hangover slowly creeping into his system. He had let it fill his head with dull pain. Somewhere in between the pain and the shame, he had felt the need to punish himself for being stupid enough to get drunk on his first day.  After Mikey had gotten out of the bath, Frank pushed himself up, feeling some sharp pain in his palms. Hissing sharply he got up anyway. Halfway to the bathroom he heard a half loud "Holy

"We oughta get goin" Gerard slurred after they had been laying around for Frank didn't know how long. He nodded gathering all his remaining strength to get up. Although he managed to actually get up, he still had a hard time keeping his balance. His entire body felt like the a boat in a disastrous storm. "Fuuuck" the sixteen- year old couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this wasted. He wouldn't remember this time tomorrow anyway, but just fuck. “Come on Mikes, get up, will ya?” The older raised his slurry voice again, which as Frank noticed just then sounded quite hoarse, probably from all the singing or more like sc

I tried to be perfect, but I wasn't; I tried to be imperfect, but I was too perfect; I tried to be myself, but it did not work out; I tried to run away, but they brought me back; I tried to fake myself, but it ate me up; I tried to stay, but I couldn't; I tried to live in many different ways; but in the end there is only one way; draw the curtain. They didn't try, they were perfect; They didn't want to, but they were perfect imperfections; They acted on their feelings, and no one cared; They didn't need to run, because they could hide; They were happy to fake, because they lack knowledge; They were happy to stay, in all they knew; They lived

 Gerard had been stressed out lately as the tour did not seem to come to an end anytime soon. Taking off his black parade jacket he threw it onto someone's bunk in the bus and got himself some delicious coffee. Huffing into the mug which he held firmly with both his hands he did not realize Frank had entered the bus as well. Due to that he nearly dropped his mug as he was startled by his bandmate's reaction to the carelessly thrown away jacket: "woah, even you seem to be tired of wearing the uniform." "I used to really like them, you know?" The singer answered after a brief moment of silence. "I gotta admit they look pretty cool, but they

Frank and Gerard shared a lazy look before slowly getting up from their seats. Both of them reached for their wallets, both of them trying to be casual about it while still being faster than the other man. Even though now they were both married and both had more than enough money to pay for their meals themselves, they never stopped the silly game of theirs. A game in which the winner was allowed to invite the other man and pay for both. No matter how hard they had tried to act casual about everyone in the cafe turned around as Frank placed the dollar bills on the table with a loud thump, Gerard’s hand just inches away from his. Starin

Grabbing behind himself Gerard answered his brother's question in a rather smooth motion. His arm returned with three glass bottles of something Frank could not quite make out, simply because the bottles all said water on them but the brownish mixture inside looked not like what Frank would normally call water. "What the fucking hell is that supposed to be?" Mikey just laughed at Frank question and moved his attention to his older brother: " I hope the water is spiked." was all he said before grabbing a bottle out of his hand, opening it with ease and obviously no suspicion on what could be in it. Gerard on the other hand took one of the bo