Hello! It's Fraray! Yay! Hey, that rhymes! Haha. Anyway... the Katy Perry/Frank and Ray/Gaga references are from a story called The Crash by DangerHeart. It's super good, go read it :) I have a lovely new story coming today as well. Plus, I might update Long Gone and What Happened To Mikey? today as well :) Just because I love you all! Now go and read this story please :) REVIEWS ARE MY BABIES!

Dear Frank:

I'm really glad that we got to hang out; just the two of us, while Mikey and Gerard were gone. It's been awhile since we got to really talk. I missed that. I missed hearing you laugh at all my cheesy and stupid jokes. But the best part in my mind was when you launched skittles at me from across the room, just to see if you could hit my fro.

Frank, I know that we're both married, and that you have Jamia and Cherry and Lilly and Miles and your 12,985,732 dogs, and I have Christa, and my goldfish Mr. Bubbles… but I don't care. I can't help it. You're beautiful. In every way.

FRANK ANTHONY IERO, JR. WHY CAN'T I NOT LOVE YOU?

Everything would be so much freaking easier if I didn't love you, if I didn't feel that jealous twinge every time you and Gerard kiss, every time you tell Jamia you love her. It hurts so much. EVERYONE GETS YOU BUT ME! LOOK AT THAT CREEPY FANFICTION WEBSITE! Frerard this, Frikey that. WHY IS THERE NO FRARAY? WHY I ASK YOU, WHY? Some creepy fangirl even put you and Katy Perry together! (And I got stuck with Lady Gaga… *shudders*)

Frank, nobody knows how I feel about you. *I* didn't even know until last night, when we were just chilling out, watching a movie, and you fell asleep with your head on my shoulder. Then it hit me. All those little flips my stomach does when you're around… I finally get it.

I love you Frank. I'm in love with a 5'4" rhythm guitarist with way too much energy for his own good.

I think I'm gonna die and go to hell for this.

Love,

Ray

Frank reread the letter about 12,985,732 times, once for each of his multiple dogs, and then sat stunned.

Ray is in love with me? ME? No way! Oh no. This is so awkward…Oh man! Why Ray? Of all the people to fall in love with me, WHY RAY? Wait- does he know I like him too? OH JEEZ! Should I tell him?

Frank sat cross legged on the floor amidst his sea of dogs. The golden and white Shih Tzu he had lovingly dubbed Ray came and snuggled up next to him. Then, Gerard, the husky with an attitude came over, followed by the yellow lab named Bob and the yorkie who was known as Mikey. He loved his band so much that he named some of his beloved dogs after them.

Frank finally got the courage to call Ray. He dialed the number and pressed the send button, holding the phone to his ear while stroking Jessie, his Pomeranian. \

"Hey, what's up?"

"OH MY GOSH RAY-"

"You've reached Ray, sorry I can't answer my phone, but leave a message!"

"Ray, it's Frank, I got your letter, and I uh… I gotta talk to you. Call me back. Bye."

Frank hung up, sighing heavily. He waited, and waited, and waited. He finally just gave up hope. But suddenly, the sound of Green Day filled the room.

Ray had called back.

Frank's hands began to shake, and he could barely answer his phone.

"Hello?" His voice wavered and cracked. Fantastic.

"Hey Frank. I uh, I got your message."

"Oh, good."

"So what did you need to say?" Frank could hear Ray's breathing speed up and get slightly shallower. He was scared.

"I uh… Oh my hell, how do I put this? I uh… I feel the same way."

Silence on the other end greeted Frank's confession. "Do you uh, wanna come over?"

"Yah Frank. I do. I'll be there in 10."

Ray and Frank hung up. In their separate homes, in their separate minds, they both thought the same thing.

Holy shit. He likes me too.