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Gerard's P.O.V.

I was sitting in science, nervous as fuck. Normally I liked Mr. Hegley's class, but that day I couldn't concentrate at all. I was drawing something in my book (which was against the rules, but hey), and even I couldn't tell what it was supposed to be. Oh well.

"Frankie," I whispered. He was sitting next to me, staring at the blank white wall in front of him. I would have bet any money he was thinking about Dee. He slowly turned his head to face me.

"'Sup?" he asked, also in a whisper. Mr. Hegley wasn't Hitler II or anything, but he did try to enforce the rules.

"Well, uh..." I sucked a breath in. "I think I'm gonna ask Verity to...be with me," I said hesitantly.

Frankie made a face that...well, words just can't describe it. "You're gonna ask her to fuck you?" he said incredulously. "Dude, no offence, but I REALLY don't wanna know."

"No, not 'be with me' like that," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. And who said 'be with me,' anyways? Why not just say fuck and be done with it? "I mean, like...be my girlfriend." I looked at Frankie, anxious for his opinion. But he just smiled a little bit and turned back to his staring competition with the wall.

"Frankie!" I hissed again.

"What?" he said. This time he didn't look at me.

"What do you THINK?" I said through gritted teeth. He finally looked at me, a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth.

"I don't know Gerard, what do you want me to think?" he asked.

"I want to know your opinion!" I said, exasperated. Mr. Hegley shoots us a look; I said that I little louder that I'd intended. We both turned back to our books, but if Frankie thought that was the end of our conversation...well, he was dreaming.

I tore a corner off one of the pages in my writing book. On it I wrote:

i want to know your opinion. obviously.

I wadded it up and chucked it onto Frankie's desk. He looked a little annoyed, but he did read it. When he was done he sighed, scribbled something down, and threw it back to me.

why dose it matter?? like I'M the expert on relationships.

I winced at that, and quickly wrote,

it matters because your my best friend!! and im not asking for expert advice or anthing. i just wanna know if you think it's a good idea. Like if it's too soon or anything. and you COULD be an expert...i dont see why you won't just fucking talk to her.

I didn't have to say her name; he knew who I was talking about. I handed the paper to him. He read it and answered,

no i dontt think its too soon. if you like her you like her and if she thinks its too soon then thats her loss. ha ha. and im purpusly gonna ingnore your last comment. now shut up so i can learn about the reproductive habits of mutant frogs.

And there you have it--Frankie would rather talk about deformed frogs' sex lives than his own.

End Gerard's P.O.V.

Verity's P.O.V.

"Hey Verity, can I talk to you for a second?"

I looked at Gerard, surprised. We (meaning Gerard, Frankie, Bob, Mikey and I) were walking to the cafeteria to meet the other guys for lunch. I wasn't looking forward to it, though--it felt so weird eating around Gerard. That time I slept over at his house, I think I had about two sips of coffee in total.

"Um, sure," I said, happy both for a chance to be alone with Gerard (Shut up! You KNOW you're exactly the same way with your boyfriend/girlfriend), and for a reason not to eat lunch. He stopped walking, so I did too.

"Just go ahead," Gerard said to the others. "We shouldn't be too long."

Bob and Mikey muttered their replies and kept walking. Frankie stopped for a second, grinned wildly at us, and scampered after the others. Odd. Gerard grabbed my hand.

"Okay, just, uh...come with me," he said, leading me down a hallway which I now knew EXACTLY where it led.

By the time we got out the door to the little bush-lined pathway, I was really curious about what Gerard was gonna say. He hadn't said a word so far, and he looked really nervous. Was this the part where he dragged me into the bushes and murdered me with a pair of nail scissors? The thought made me smile.

"Okay," he sighed. He sat down on the steps, still holding my hand, and I joined him. "Um, well..." He paused and seemed to be thinking of what to say.

"Are you about to murder me?" I smiled, hoping to relax him a little. But he only smiled and shook his head. Normally he would've made some kind of morbid joke-- whatever he was about to say must be pretty fucking important.

"Well...I don't know if you know this," he said quietly, "but I really like you. You..I dont know, you just make me really happy. Like...you know what I told you when I first met you? About...well, about my cutting?"

I nodded, involuntarily looking towards the plain black wrist-warmer he'd forgotten to wear the day that I'd seen the scars. I wasn't sure I could speak just then, otherwise I would've said something.

"Well. Um, two things about that. The first one is that you're one of the only people who know about it, and you...you never gave me any shit about it. So I wanna thank you...for that."

"It's okay," I managed to say, squeezing his hand a bit.

"And the other thing is that I've only done it like once since I met you. Because when I'm with you, I'm happy, and I just...I forget about all the bad stuff."

I bit my lip. I'd wanted a confirmation about how he felt, and this was it. I didn't know if his feelings for me were as strong as mine were for him (actually I didn't think that was even possible), but they must come pretty close for him to be saying this.

"And I don't know if you're happy just, you know...fooling around, hooking up every once in awhile. But I'm not. I want to be with you...for real." He paused and looked at me nervously. "I want you to be my girlfriend."

I smiled up at Gerard. A part of me was surprised;I'd only known him for a couple weeks. But this was what I wanted more than anything! Not only did he like me, but he wanted to be with me! This was more than I could ever have asked for.

I slowly brought my lips up to meet his. He kissed me, but pulled his head away long before I'd had enough.

"But I want you to say it," he said, looking down. "I want you to say yes."

Did he seriously think I wouldn't? I would have done anything for him just then.

"FUCK yes," I grinned. "I WANT to be your girl."

He smiled. And then it was him who kissed me.