Chapter 1: Feelings Change… Gerard Is My Justin Bieber

"Gerard… I love you…"

Previously…

FRANK'S POV:

I'm trying to pay attention to the T.V., but Gerard is so distracting. His hazel eyes gleaming bright, his mouth pointed up at one side of his mouth… Gah, he is so beautiful while making coffee! He looks so…determined and cute…as he stirs in two teaspoons of sugar.

Why am I thinking like this? I have to stop!

No. Gerard is a drug. He's my addiction… He just doesn't know it yet.

"Hey, Frankie, want some coffee?" Gerard smiled at me, and I almost melted.

I responded with a casual 'Nah', trying not to smile like a five-year-old meeting Justin Bieber, or whatnot.

Gee shrugged it off and sat down with two mugs of coffee. He was seated maybe three feet or less away on the faded yellow couch in a rather dark living room. His house has always been like that… Dark…

"Gee, I said I didn't want a glass of coffee." I was half-smiling showing him that I was messing around.

"Yeah, I know…" He chuckled back with a funny smile: a mixture of embarrassment and guilt, but joy, and then I realized he had gotten the two mugs of coffee for himself. I felt like responding with a playful 'lazy-$$' or something similar, but I just laughed and relaxed back on the couch. The smile I had on my face couldn't fade… He's so adorable.

Switching Mugs… How Cute…

GERARD'S POV:

I am so glad Frank didn't notice me blushing. With my slightly pale skin and all, it's rather obvious. Maybe my fire-red hair color made my rose tainted cheeks less of a significant detail? I'm starting to like this new 'do…

Really, I don't know why Frankie is here… I just invited him over to my parents' house and he came.

No one is here except him and me. Jamia is with the twins; Lyn-z is on a tour, and my parents… Well, I don't know where on this Earth they are. I guess I just felt like having some company over. You know, back to the good old days.

But I felt something more.

I take a sip of my coffee, not realizing I sipped out of my other mug… Frank noticed, though. He chuckled at this, and I find his giggle rather cute. A smile slips from my face and I can feel my cheeks reddening.

I don't know if it has anything to do with our new album coming out soon, or the pressure of touring that is making me nervous and jittery.

All I know is that my feelings for Frank have changed… Drastically.

And I like it…

Creepy Laughter…

FRANK'S POV:

I feel rather stalkerish when I see that Gerard switched cups. But for some reason, it was so adorable of him to do that. I felt even weirder when a giggle came out of my mouth when it happened. He must think I am a freak…

Who am I kidding? We are all freaks! But this was different for me to laugh at something like that. Oh well…

Apparently we both get annoyed at what was on television, and we both reach for the remote control. It was in a seat crevasse in between us, and his hand landed on mine.

A shock radiated through my hand and up my spine. Gee's hand was soft and warm and large, it blanketed over mine. Subconsciously, I gasped and we both pull away as soon as it happened.

I was stunned, but Gee recovered quickly. He brandished the plastic remote in my face chanting, "Ha, ha, I WIN!" like a child. I chuckled. He laughed. I roared with giggles, and soon, the whole living room was a fusion of our child-like laughter intertwining with each other. We couldn't stop laughing! He dropped his hands on my knees, still laughing like there was no tomorrow, and I held my palm on his shoulder while laughing as well.

Soon enough, we both stopped laughing, but Gerard had to actually wipe away a tear with his thumb because he was laughing so hard. He's flashing his small, white teeth at me. Believe me. His teeth are tiny, but cute.

"Frank Anthony Iero, we are some creepy mother f***ers!" He smiled.

I nodded in approval, "I wouldn't want it any other way!"