My fingers clicked the keys on my keyboard fast as I wrote. I yawned, having been pulling all nighters to finish this script for a movie internship. My phone rang loudly, startling me. I answered it.
  "Hey wassup Y/N." It was only Frank. I sighed.
  "Nothing much, what's up?" I answered back. I was temporarily My Chemical Romance's assistant, more like Frank's personal assistant. Damn the man is busy.
  "Could you come to stage early and help me take some pictures. Make a Wish called and a couple kids want some signed pictures. I know you're great with photography- and i'm rambling again aren't I?" He chuckled through the line.
   "Yeah, it's okay, I'll be over in 15." I smiled as he said 'okay' and hung up. I changed quickly and hopped in an Uber. I ran in and pulled my camera out, breathing heavily from the heat outside.
   "Hey! Y/N! Frank's backstage." Ray hugged me before pointing me into the direction I needed to go. I smiled at him and found Frank's dressing room.
   "Yo! Come on in." Holy fuck, he doesn't have pants on. "Which pants? White or Black?"
  I swallowed hard, trying not to stare at the fact he was in literally only boxers. My face had to be beat red by now. "Um, white. They suite you." I tried to bury myself in other topics. "Also I think you're black jacket would look nice."
  He pointed and nodded. "You get me." He slipped his pants on and I couldn't help but stare at his ass as he shimmied them up to button and zip them. "Ya good?" He laughed. I snapped back into reality.
  "Uh, Yeah." I smiled awkwardly and laughed. Damnit I'm awkward as fuck. "Ready for some pictures. I'll get a couple during the show too." His face lit up.
  "That'd be so cool." He walked past me and out the door. "Let's go!" I followed him to the stage.
   We took a couple shots of him with his guitar and a couple of him and Gee. I took a couple sets of Ray, but that's cuz he asked.
   I looked through them and showed the ones I was gonna keep. They agreed and then went to soundcheck. I took my place backstage, ready to action fire.
  I had to admit, Frank was hot when he played guitar. The way he'd get violent and into the music. I had to admit as well, I was probably the biggest Ferard shipper here. It was childish but I couldn't help it.
   I took a couple shots of him playing and a couple of the others while Inwas at it. They turned out pretty cool, but before I knew it, a hand took my arm and dragged me into a room.
   "Give me the camera." Frank took the camera from me. He flipped through the photos of him on stage and then threw it onto the couch.
  "Are you okay? You seem stressed?"
  "I'm sorry but I had to delete those photos."
  "Why?" I hadn't noticed anything wrong with them. He looked down and his face was red, his cheeks were very bright.
  "I, um, had a...god this is difficult to say." He looks around. "Don't tell anyone."
  I nodded, crossing my heart. "I had a goddamn boner."
   I look at him confused. "Why?"
   "You!" He immediately covered his mouth. I smiled and blushed furiously. "Damnit."
   "It's fine...just unexpected. I wouldn't think I was that hot." We both laughed but then he pinned me against the wall.
   "You are literally the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. When you became the assistant, I got really nervous. I love you Y/N. I have since you became the assistant." He smiled shyly. I smiled back after kissing him sweetly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his were around my waist.
   He smirked and kissed me again, but this time is was deeper and more passionate.

Let's just say everyone left sweaty that night....