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It started with a crush. A simple little crush. Well, maybe more than simple.

It started with a love triangle of sorts. All I know is that I was in the middle. I was always in the middle. And we always pretended that there was nothing going on, that we were just three best friends, but I know that there was always something more.

For me, it was Frank. He was sweet and funny and lively. He made me feel happy in that way that only a crush can make you happy. I could feel the butterflies start up in my stomach every time I saw him, and my nerves seemed to explode every time we touched, whether accidentally or on purpose. We flirted all the time, but we never acted on it. Being friends and liking each other was easier than going out. If we dated, things would be weird, and we couldn't stand to ruin our friendship. So we just pretended that nothing was happening.

For Gerard, it was me. He had that look in his eye every time that he saw me, and he called me his best friend. He would call me for no reason at all and we would talk about nothing. He would try to get me alone with him, and then he would freeze up and tell me something stupid or funny. He was always watching me and Frank, and I knew that he hated us for being the way that we were, especially in front of him. But he pretended that everything was just fine, and he didn't tell us how much it bothered him for a very long time.

But one day, Frank was different. We were still in high school, and Gerard and I had just come from our math class to meet Frank for lunch. We waited for him in Gerard's car, as we decided to take the rest of the day off. But when Frank came out of the school, he wasn't alone--there was a girl with him, and they seemed to be having a conversation.

"Who's that?" I asked Gerard in a tight voice when I could stand to rip my jealous eyes away from them. Gerard shrugged.

"I can't really tell from here, we'll have to wait until they get closer," he replied. "Where are your glasses anyways?" I shrugged and smiled, to which he rolled his eyes. "Someday, you'll be blind, and then you won't be smiling anymore."

"Oh shut up, you," I said. "Can you tell now?"

"Oh yeah, it's that one chick from my English class. What's her name again? I can't remember," he said, his face screwed up in concentration.

"Gerard," I whined. He made a face.

"Samantha," he whined back, and I winced. I hated it when people called me by my full name. "I think her name is something like Kelsey, Chelsea, Kelly maybe?" I looked out of the windshield and could see them nearing the car. She was taller than him, and had long blonde hair. She was skinny and beautiful, and I could feel my heart sinking.

"I have never seen that chick in my life," I stated once I had looked at her and couldn't place a name to the face. Gerard raised his eyebrows. "Okay, maybe I've seen her before, but I don't know who she is." Gerard just shook his head at me and waved to Frank when he looked over. Frank looked almost nervous, and I could feel that jealousy shoot through me again.

When they finally got to the car, Frank opened the back door and let the Kelsey-Chelsea-Kelly girl slide in before he took his seat. "Hey guys," he said. "This is Chelsea." So that was her real name. I chanced a glance at Gerard, who was giving me a funny look. "Chels, this is Sam and Gee."

"Nice to meet you, Sam," she said sincerely.

"Yeah, you too, Chelsea," I replied, trying not to sound mean. Gerard looked at me, but said nothing.

"We already know each other, don't we Gerard?" she said. He nodded, and Frank looked confused. "We're in English together," she explained, and Frank nodded back.

"It's okay if we all hang out, right?" Frank said. Gerard looked at me before nodding. I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant.

"Yeah, totally fine," Gerard said, putting in the effort for both of us. "We were just gonna go hang out at my house anyways."

"That sounds cool to me," Chelsea said. Gerard shrugged and left the school behind. As he was driving, I could see Chelsea fidgeting in her seat. Frank must have noticed too.

"Is something wrong, Chels?" Frank asked. She shook her head.

"No, it's just...this is the first time I've ever ditched class," she admitted. I held back my scoff and sarcastic remark. Gerard smirked.

"Really?" Frank asked incredulously. She nodded. "That's crazy." They proceeded to talk about something else, and I wasn't bothered to pay attention to them. When we got to Gerard's house, they sat down next to each other, still talking, until Frank decided that we should watch a movie. He then put in one of my favorites: Pretty in Pink. They sat on the couch and held hands and cuddled, and I couldn't help but remember the last time that Frank and I watched this movie. We were quoting the lines at each other and laughing the whole time. I didn't pay much attention this time around, and Gerard seemed to notice that I was really upset. When the movie was over, he drove us back to school so that Frank, Chelsea, and I could get our stuff from our lockers. Frank and Chelsea walked off right away, but the two of us stayed in the car.

"So on a scale of one to pissed, how upset are we?" he asked. I sighed.

"Pissed," I replied. He laughed a little, and I couldn't help but smile too. "Seriously, though," I said.

"Well he hasn't exactly done anything yet," Gerard said reassuringly. I gave him a look. He sighed. "It's not the end of the world, Sam." I sighed too.

"I know. I just...thought things would've been different." Gerard pulled me into a one-armed hug and ruffled my hair.

"You win some and you lose some, kiddo," he said. "Now, stop being so dejected. I was going to go and do this by myself, but would you like to come to my house and get drunk with me tonight? You look like you need it." I shrugged.

"You know that's not really my cup of tea," I said, and he sighed and nodded. "But it sounds better than what I was planning, so why not?"

"Really?" he asked, looking at me incredulously.

"I might not get drunk, but at least I won't have to be alone," I replied. "My mom's working tonight, and I don't want to be home by myself."

"So it's settled then. We'll go to your house so you can get clothes and stuff, and then we'll go and drink everything away. Maybe," he added when I gave him a look. I nodded.

"I'll be right back, I have to get some stuff from my locker," I told him before racing into the school. When I walked back out to the car, Gerard was smoking a cigarette out the window. As soon as he saw me coming, he flicked it onto the asphalt and I crushed it beneath my foot. He looked up at me with a guilty smile in place. "I thought you said you were trying to quit," I said accusingly.

"'Trying' is the operative word there," he replied. "I'm sorry, Mother," he said sarcastically, and I smiled before walking around the car to climb into the passenger seat. He sped off and turned on the Sex Pistols on the loudest volume, and we laughed the whole way to his house.

Author's Note: So I would really appreciate it if you would tell me what you think of this story. Thanks :)