the-sharpest-life

THIS IS FRERARD FICTION. BE WARNED, IF YOU DON’T APROVE OF THE AMAZINGLY HOT COUPLE, OR IF YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE HOMOPHOBIC TYPES, DON’T READ IT. Darkness floated round the MCR tourbus. It was 3 a.m.; Ray, Bob, Mikey and Frank were asleep in their bunks. Ray was snoring a little. Apart from that, and the scratching of Gerard’s pen as he drew in the corner by the orange glow of a streetlight nearby, there was silence. * There was a rumble of thunder and a flash of lightening. The lights went out. ‘What the fuck?!?!?!’ muttered Gerard. ‘THUNDERSTORM! YAY!’ called Mikey, waking suddenly before jumping up on