Shit guys! Sorry it's been so long. I just moved school so I haven't had a chance to write. Oh well, hope this dramatic part makes up for it! Please comment what you thought, it means everything!

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"That was awesome!" Gerard exclaimed as he bounded offstage for the last gig of their small tour of New Jersey.

"Best one of the tour yet! There had to have been at least a hundred people there!" Mikey squealed. Ray bounded along beside them, Bob joining them soon after, and they squealed together excitedly. Frank lingered behind, his lips barely twitching up into a smile. He found it hard to get excited when at every single gig, Gerard and Brendon grew closer and closer and spent more time together. Frank sniffled, practically broken inside.

Bob saw Frank and slithered out of the group hug without the others noticing, hugging Frank. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah... I'm fine." Frank shrugged. "Just tired, I guess." he didn't hug him back, so Bob let go.

"I could believe that if you had the energy you usually do during practice when we were just on stage, but you barely moved." Bob frowned. "And you keep acting like this after the gigs... What's happening?"

Frank stayed silent for a few moments. Bob was about to open his mouth to question him again until Frank burst into tears, falling against Bob's chest. The blonde boy's blue eyes widened and he hugged Frank again, letting him cry against his chest. Bob pulled him further away from the others so they could have some privacy.

"G-Gerard's in love with someone else!" Frank sobbed. Bob gasped. He was the only one Frank had actually told about his crush on the raven-haired boy, but he knew everyone else had figured it out by now anyway. Bob sighed sadly.

"Who is it? Do you know?" He asked in a gentle voice.

"Th-The Panic! guy! Brendon Urine, as I like to call him. I-I'll strangle him!"

"No, you won't."

Frank began to whisper coldly. "I didn't realise how much I love Gee... they haven't even kissed but I know that they're falling in love!"

Bob frowned and sighed. "Look... I'll ask him about Brendon, okay? On my behalf. I won't say it's about you unless I really have to."

Frank wiped his eyes. "Th-thanks, Bob."

Bob kissed his lifelong friend's nose. "Don't mention it. I'll go now." he slipped away to find Gerard, who had disappeared. He looked outside after searching the whole venue and saw him stood with Brendon. He was furious at what he saw. Brendon was practically grinding up and down the shorter singer, sneaking kisses. Bob couldn't stand there for more than a few seconds. He stormed over and yanked Gerard out of Brendon's grip, much to the other guy's disappointment. Bob pinned Gerard against the wall.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he hissed. Gerard whimpered.

"A-Am I not allowed?!"

"No! You're breaking Frank's heart! Can't you see he's in love with you?!"

"S-So is Brendon!"

"You barely know each other! You can't be in love already!" Bob growled.

"You had no problem falling in love with Mikey in about two seconds!"

Bob flinched. That hurt. "I wasn't in love with him back then. I was just crushing on him!"

"Let me go." Gerard pushed Bob off. "Can't you just let me be happy?!"

"Brendon will just use you." Bob glared. He was making it up now, but from what he could infer, Brendon probably already knew about Frank's feelings, as they had been on tour together long enough - and he obviously didn't care. So did he even care about Gerard's feelings either? "When he dumps you, Gerard, don't come whining to me."

"Fine. I won't. Because I'm kicking you out of the band."

Bob gasped. "W-What?! You can't do that!"

"Yes I can. I just did. We'll find a better drummer. And by the way, you can stay the fuck away from my brother. I don't want a fat, ugly asshole like you laying a finger on him. Now I advise that you fuck off!" Gerard spat, barely noticing how blurred his vision was. Bob flinched again.

"I-I..." Bob looked down, tears running down his pale cheeks. "I-I just wanted to make Frank happy..."

"Well guess what? You failed. Now fuck off and don't come back, you fat shit!"

Bob broke down into sobs and ran back inside to go out of the front doors and to his car. He heard Mikey running after him.

"B-Bob? What's wrong?"

"Your brother kicked me out of the band! H-He doesn't want me anywhere near you! And he called me fat! T-Twice!" Bob sobbed. Mikey tried to calm him down, but he was already speeding off. Mikey sighed, both in sadness and anger. He then glared back at the venue and stormed inside.

"I'll fucking kill you, Gerard Way!"