Frerard The Fading Scars (Frerard)

Chapter 1: The Boy

Gerard's POV
We were playing our hearts out, and sweating excessively. Mikey, my younger brother, looked over and tried yelling over all the music we were playing. "Gerard, one more song, then break?" yelled a frustrated, sweaty Mikey. He probably needed a break to freshen up considering the girl at the bar has been staring at him the whole show, and his glasses were sliding off his face from all the sweat. I just nodded in response.

We finished singing a Queen song, and Mikey darted off of the platform and to the bathrooms. I walked off to the bar and ordered a whiskey, since Ray was driving, it was fine. I quickly chugged down the smooth liquor, yet still made a strange face. The security guy, I guess that was his job, laughed at my tipsy faces. I ordered another and walked to the side of the platform and stared at the small audience. There was only about thirty five people, but I was still proud of the band. Only one person was looking at us. He was staring straight at me, and I couldn't help but stare back. This guy was was beautiful. I never thought a boy could be 'beautiful' but he was.

He had dark black hair, with piercing hazel eyes, small lips, with a lip and nose piercing. His eyes were the best I had ever seen. They were large and looked almost like glass. Then, it hit me, I realized his eyes were swollen, he had been crying. His eyes were glassy and swollen from the tears of sadness. I felt bad for him, he looked so vunerable and young. At this point I had been staring so long, he broke the stare and brought me into reality.

He immediately looked down and kept writing and drinking what looked like a classic beer. He looked very young, too young to drink. Mikey finally came out of the bathroom and he looked ready to continue. Unfortunately, our time was up and the big, buff guy came and told us that we needed to pack up.

Ray and Mikey told me to go sit down, considering the fact that I was so drunk, I was wobbling. I wasn't in my right mind, so I approached the lonely boy.

He quickly looked at his paper as I got closer, it was taking me a long time since I was drunk and he was in the back of the room. I noticed a few tattoos on him, which made even a small, cute boy look more intimidating. He had small tears rolling down his elegant cheeks. I could tell he was trying to hold them back, but he struggled. I must have had sympathy written all over my face because he stayed strong. My heart raced as I got closer to him.

"My name's Gerard" I said shakingly.
"I know" he mummbled under his breathe.

I started to think he was a stalker or spy, since he was staring earlier. The silence between us was chilling. "What!? How do you know my name" I asked sounding slightly concerned. "Sorry, Im,a Ima, fan" he stuttered. This calmed me knowing he wasn't a spy. My drunken self sat down and asked his name.