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Frank's POV



Later that night


Holy Shit.

HO-LY SHIT.

I was lying on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I had come in here and locked myself in as

soon as I got home. I closed my eyes and sighed, going over what had happened in my head.

I had kissed Gerard. I Had KISSED Gerard. I Had Kissed GERARD. No Matter how many different

ways I put it, I still couldn't get the thought through my brain. It just wouldn't process.

I sighed again, opening my eyes and looking up at the ceiling, finding pictures in the

texture of the paint. Hmm, was it me or did that random squiggle look like one of the

little skulls Gerard had carved into the tree?

I closed my eyes again as the skull stared at me, mocking me.

I remembered as Gerard and I had broke . . um . . the kiss . . . I had been so shocked with

myself. Gerard had seemed a little surprised, but had been smiling slightly. I had stood up

quickly, and tried to walk off. He caught up with me quickly though, and I slowed my pace.

Being a smoker had its many down sides.

"You don't know the way home, Frankie" He had said. I stayed silent. He took the hint

and didn't speak again, just sighed and walked silently by my side. Out of the forest, up a few

streets and there we were.

"Well seeya Frankie," He said when we got to my house.

I started up the steps to my front door without saying a word, but just as I got to the door

Gerard called "I will see you tonight, right Frank?" I stopped then. What was I supposed to say?

He was my only friend other than Mikey here after all, I didn't want to lose him over something

so. . . . Um. . . .

"Uh. . yeah??" I called back to him,

and he yelled back, "cool, we'll be here at nine!!" and then turned and crossed the road to his

house. I ran up the stairs to my room and locked the door, throwing myself on the bed.








Gerard's POV


Yay, he wasn't mad at me!! Well okay, he was mad. But he was still coming!! This was all

working out better than I had hoped.

I smiled to myself as I arrived home, going straight to my room and putting on my Misfits CD

as loud as my stereo would allow it. As Hybrid Moments came on, I threw myself on the bed

and pulled out my phone. One new message, from Mikey.

G, where r u? Be hme soon? Ive gone 2 pick up my outfit from Hot Topic, b back b4 the

party, M xx

I laughed out loud in my head, if that makes sense. 'Pick up his outfit'? I scoffed.

He was worse than me! How the hell was I supposed to know how to behave around guys?

I texted back, just saying okay and sweet and I was home now and everything, and got up to

find what I could wear for tonight.

Hmm. I guess I really needed a wardrobe update. Band tees, band tees, more band tees, I threw

these all behind me on the floor. Black skinny jeans, Gray skinny jeans, cargo three quarter

shorts, blue slightly torn jeans, and a lot of boxers. I frowned.

Surely I had SOMETHING other than this? I sighed, and began searching again.

5 minutes into my closet, the phone rang. Stumbling out of my closet, I ran up the

stairs to answer it since i was the only one home.

"H - Hello?" I panted into the receiver, slightly winded from the run up here from the

basement I slept in. Being a smoker had its many down falls. "Gerard?" the calm voice that was unmistakably Bob's said.

"Oh, hey dude," I said, sinking to the floor, pulling my knees up to my chest to get more

comfortable. "what's up?"

"Oh you know, not much. Jut wondering if you wanted me to come round today, I always know

how flustered you get trying to find an outfit". What was that, the word of the day or

something? "Well ACTUALLY, Bobert, I happen to have MY clothes organised for tonight". I said

rather defensively.

"Oh really?" I heard a tap at my window, and glanced over to see Bob standing there,

cellphone in hand. "Fucker" I breathed, realizing I was only wearing my boxers and Mikey's

Anthrax shirt. I hung up, rather slammed the phone down, and got up, opening the door to let

him in. "You can't lie to me Gerard, you know that right?" he smirked. "Oh put a sock in it."

I retorted. "Fine. be that way." Bob said, "But you can't actually expect me to believe you're

wearing THAT to Traces' party tonight." He raised an eyebrow at my clothes. I sighed, and he

said "Come Gerard, and let your good friend Bob help you".

And with that, he led me down the stairs to my basement to find something worthy of wearing.