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Author's Note: Roxi Deplin not my real name. It's like Mark Twain to Samuel Clemens.

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"Some of the things you say, in all reality, want to make me kill you," the whole bus stopped at that moment. Including the driver, but that was usual, seeing as how he was always in the bands' private conversations, moments, and business. "What did you just say to me? Do you know I could have you murdered? And if you don't then you need to find out. Because all those lies you tell me about her," he said pointing to the girl with long black hair and a giant smirk on her face, knowing that she had already won her battle before it had even started, "could make me want to kill you."

Ray was taken aback by this statement. He hadn't heard Frank like this in years. He hadn't seen that rage come out of him in a long time. He hadn't known that this was what it was going to come to. "Lies?! Lies? Where do you get off being so fucking righteous? Remember all those lies you told me. About Lisa? 'Poor little Lisa, she's getting sicker, and sicker, and sicker. You made her sick. REMEMBER?" Ray was screaming by this time. And the whole band (and the obnoxiously, nosey driver) had knew that the secret was out. They were finally going to know what happened.

"Oh, of course you don't remember. Well let me refresh your memory a bit. You told me 'I love you. And not her. But what am I going to do?' And I told you. 'Just break up with her. Just dump her.' But no. That was too hard for you. Didn't wanna break little Lisa's heart. You had to go and make her sick. And that first night you did it," Ray started, "you came back and you told me, 'Ray, it's so funny. She'll do anything I say. I'm going to end it with her without ending it with her."

"Please, don't," Frank whispered, with his head down tears running out of his eyes.

"What, so meek now? Don't want everyone to know the truth? Well guess what. They already know. Everyone knows. And they know everything. They know about how you told her the drugs weren't going to have an effect on her, even though you knew that it was too much for her. You knew that all the sex was going to wear her out. And you did it. You drove her insane. And look at her now. She calls for you all the time. But you, you're so pathetic. You practically kill someone and even though they're willing to forgive you, you can't even have the audacity to go see her. Because she's in a ward. And you don't want to go back to living that life. Don't you understand? You gave somebody else your pathetic, drug crazed life. And you won't even let her forgive you for it so you can forgive yourself," Ray sat down, out of breath and Frank looked at him. Then to her.

She had looked like a bullet just hit her. Ray had forgotten she was there. He had said everything that he was trying to keep from her. And she figured it out. All those late night trips to the drug store, all those bars he had supposedly went to. He wasn't going to. He was with him.

Frank smirked at her now. It was his turn. But he wasn't going to yell at Ray. He knew what was done, was done. But this was his one chance to finally get under her skin. "That's right, miss priss, all those times he was 'going out' or at the drug store at midnight. He was here," Ray shot him a look as if to say 'Don't start' but he just shot him down and said, "fucking me."

Leira (pronounced Layrah) stood up. She hates it when she's took as a fool. "How does it feel? Knowing that you have part of me. In you?" Frank was agitating her. Ray just sat there and looked him, not doing anything. He couldn't. He didn't care for Leira. He cared for Frank. And that's all that really mattered. Even though he was mad, he wouldn't be for long.

"Part of you in me? No, Frank, you're just lucky that there's a part of me in you. Not many people are that lucky. But occasionally," she shot a glance towards Ray, "a few fuck ups slip by."

"If he's a fuck up, you're a dirty whore," Frank winked at Ray and Ray then shook his head. "That's not cool, Frank," Ray said, leaving the room. Then, he heard it. Slap! "You fucking bastard. Don't you ever, ever talk to me that way. Unlike you. I have class. And I'm not even going to resort to what I think about you."

She left. Slammed the door, and broke the screw. "Damnit," Gerard said, "it's going to be fucking cold during the nights. Thanks a lot Frank!"

Frank rolled his eyes and walked back towards the bunkers to his lover. "Ray. Why did you have to go there?" He said laying down next to him. "Because. It needed to be said. I love you, Frank. You know I do. But what you did was wrong. I don't think I'll ever be able to let you slide all the way from that. And I hope you understand that because it's probably the truth."

"I know, but you need to understand this. I drove someone insane to be with you. Not you and Leira. So all those things you told me about leaving her- when you never did it, that hurts. And when someone you love hurts, it turns up really bad."

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to manage sometimes. I'm trying hard, though, I really am. You know what's funny? Two minutes ago, we were fighting like cats and...well, dogs. And now we're sitting here, cuddled up. Forgiving each other. We're the orginal, Odd Couple. Let's get out, and go to the beach or something." Ray said, smiling at Frank.

"Yeah, let's," Frank stood up, grabbed some of his things and threw them in a beach bag. "We're going to have so much fun! I know this dude that owns a beach house by Jersey Shore- why don't we make this into a weekend. Our weekend." Frank said smiling. Ray nodded and packed a night bag and then they left, telling the other band memebers that they'd be back soon.

They got into the car, and drove for hours, finally reaching the beach house at about 9:00 PM. "We're here..." Ray said, kissing Frank. "Yeah, we're here." Frank said, smirking.

"What have you got to smirk about?" Ray said cackling a bit. "You'll see, if you're a good boy." Frank said, kissing Ray, and nibbling on his bottom lip a bit. "Well, I'll try my best to be good."

They immedately ripped each others clothes off as they walked into the house. Ray was the first to be nacked, Frank following seconds later. "Bend over," he commanded Ray. Ray excitedly followed his orders, putting himself on all fours. Frank then stuck his erect cock in Ray's entrance, making Ray squirm about, crying from pain and pleasure. "Frank, that hurt! Could we get some slick, please?" Frank looked angered by this comment and yelled, "shut up. You listen to my orders. Now, when I cum, I want you to turn around and lick it all off my dick," Frank was smirking again. He came, and Ray did as ordered, having pleasure from doing it but nervous because he was scared of Frank at this point. "My God, deep throat it," Frank said pounding Ray's head furthur down on his dick. "Jeez, It's hard to get good help these days."

"Frank, I can't. My throat hurts," Ray said, looking at Frank pleadingly. Frank sighed and said, "Okay. Get up and kiss me." Ray smiled. There was the gentle Frank he knew. But he wasn't smiling for long. He went to give Frank a kiss and, while Frank accepted it, Frank tied him up against the pole in the middle of the floor. "Oh, oops, I didn't mean to do that." Frank said, "or this." He punched Ray in the face. "I could torture you to your untimely death, hide your body, and tell everyone you disapeared. And don't get me wrong, I'm going to do the last two things. But. I'm not going to torture you. Unless you call lecturing torture. I'm going to lecture you. Very well, if I may add. And then, I'm just going to kill you. Chop your body up into little, bit size pieces, and feed you to the wolves. And then, I'm going to make it look like I was tortured, and hurt too. So the band will feel so bad for me, and they will accept me back with open arms. And tell me that they love me and that they're sorry for my loss. And no one will ever know about this."

"Was that the lecture?" Ray asked, smirking. "Smart-ass, eh?" Frank said. "I'm going to disregard that whole statement and go on with my lecture," Frank paused, cleared his throat and then said, "you're a hypocrite, did you know that? You and the rest of those mindless idiots back in that bus. Did you know that? You all want to play God, and judge me for who I am, but you never seem to get it right in judging yourselves. So, I guided some mindless bitch into insanity. Big deal. I didn't force anything down her mouth, she should just watch how people influence her, now shouldn't she? And I guess you're going to hell for two things now. Judgment. And homosexuality. So what's the lesson here, kid? What is it Ray? Huh? It's Don't play god. 'Cause God a convicting man, Ray. And guess what. Right now. I'm God."

He shot Ray twenty minutes after that. He was trying to figure out how to he was going to do this. He did cut Ray up. He did take the pieces to the forest, feeding it to the wolves. And, the band did welcome him back with open arms, sobbing and crying asking him how it happened. But inside, they knew. They knew he had killed him. They didn't know how he hid the body, but one day he'll let it all out. The day he dies, probably, because if he ever felt anything. Anything at all. He'd at least be a corpse. The End