If Words Are But Words

“How come I don’t get any non existent lovers”

IAN’S POV
“Ha, look got a new boyfriend” laughed Gerard as he threw the gossip magazine at me.
I rolled my eyes and picked up the magazine from the tour bus floor.
‘GERARD WAY’S NEW LOVE?’ the magazine screeched in bright red letters splattered over a photo of him and I hanging out backstage.
“Wow, I didn’t know I was dating you” I laughed chucking the magazine back.
“Well Mr Watkins,” Gerard smirked pursing his lips, “You’re a terrible boyfriend” he finished with a smirk.
“Pfft,” I laughed, “You didn’t even tell me we were dating”
“You should of known, Who Weekly did” he laughed again, clearly amused by the stupid magazine.
“How come I don’t get any non existent lovers” Frank sulked from the couch
“Cause no one non-existently loves you” Mikey replied flatly barely glancing up from his coffee.
Everyone laughed as Frank, with his stupidly cute all-teeth smile, flipped off Mikey .
“Frank,” I said between laughs, “I non-existently love you”
“SEE!” Frank screeched tackling me, “someone loves me”
“Ian doesn’t count” Bob said with a smile from the couch beside Ray.
I gasped, my eyes wide in fake offense.
“Why doesn’t Ian count” Frank asked, who was now sitting in my lap, as he was far smaller than me.
“Cause he’s my non-existent boyfriend. You’re such a man whore Ian” Gerard laughed
“Man whore, ooh that hurt Gee” I replied pushing my dark fringe from my eyes.
“Guys, 10 minutes” Ray said suddenly, as if just realizing time was invented.
“Coming to watch, non-existent boyfriend” Frank asked kissing the tip of my nose cheekily.
I rolled my eyes, “sure”