Well, Frank, so much for 'A new start in a new town! This time will be the one. The one where you'll finally come out to your parents and your dad approves! And you'll let everyone at school know you're gay and you'll meet up with people and you'll have a beautiful boyfriend!' Certainly, the best way to approach this was to sit in the corner of a LGBT meeting playing an air-guitar. Smooth moves Frankie!

So, it was March and this was the second time we had moved this year. My dad's job was- well to be entirely honest I'm not even sure of what my dad actually works as, but he has to move towns frequently because of it, leaving my mother and I to trail behind him with our meagre possessions. I'm not sure why but this time felt different. Like, this time the only thing I felt a serious desire to bring with me was Pansy, my guitar. Maybe I would find everything I needed in this town.

Oh look, Mr Iero's gone to American-Movie world again! Please excuse him while he plays an air-guitar in an attempt to leave American-Movie world, forever.

The door slowly swung open and guy with Jet Black hair and deep hazel eyes walked in apprehensively. I could tell by the sceptical raise of his eyebrow that he was not best impressed with the rainbow that adorned the doorway. I'm not going to lie, I did check him out. I mean, god he was hot! He was wearing a plain white T shirt that clung to his body in all the right places, and that was topped with a black leather jacket. Some fibres were beginning to stray and the ends of the sleeves were torn but that just added to his overall appeal. His pants were faded black skinnies held up with a shocking blue belt and he wore a pair of old grey converse high tops to complete the look.

I think saying 'He was the single closest thing I have ever seen to perfection' was a bit of an understatement.

He began to survey the room and I took this as my cue to stop drooling over him and actually try and make myself look vaguely interesting. I looked down and quickly resumed my playing of the air-guitar, continuing with the song I had been attempting earlier. I didn't even remember what song I was performing, my thoughts were too clouded with my mysterious stranger and wondering if he liked dogs or if he played an instrument or if he was gay or bisexual or if he ever had any plans for settling down and marrying-

"Hey!" I stole a glance upwards and saw that my stranger had just got his personal space invaded by the hyper-active one sporting the nametag 'Brendon'. I snickered. If there was ever a voice that could snap someone out of their lust-induced fantasies, it was definitely his.

"..Hey."

I think my insides just melted. That voice. His voice...oh dear lord. It was low and harsh, and I couldn't work out whether the hint of venom injected into his voice was intentional or not. I was turning into an 11 year old, internally squealing at every aspect of him! Jesus, get a grip Frank.

I managed to compose myself just enough time to hear him say "My favourite colour." As he wrote his name down using a dark blue felt tip pen. Okay, dark blue was his favourite colour. What was blue's complimentary colour? Ah, orange. If he asked me what my favourite colour was I could say "orange" then once he had told me his favourite colour, I could 'casually' comment that they were complimentary colours. Then he would think I was really funny and clever and that would lead him on the path to falling head-over-heads in love with me.

Or, something like that.

Well, mysterious stranger was certainly on a path- He was making a bee-line straight for me.

Shit.

Oh no.

Oh god.

I am going to mess this up to the point of no return, and then my future husband He will hate me forever.

Now is the time when I wish spontaneous human combustion was more common.

He silently sat down next to me, and I shuffled to accommodate him. I'm not sure why I shuffled because I was sat on the floor and there was space all around me, threatening to swallow me due to my abysmal handling of situations involving a potential partner: But I shuffled anyway. I turned to look at his name tag and saw him staring intently at my chest. Maybe he was Bi? Maybe he was straight and was only trying to experiment then he realised that he was definitely straight and this was pointless so he was staring at my chest wishing that I was a girl and that I had tits-

SHUT UP, PARANOID PART OF FRANK IERO'S BRAIN.

My eyes focused on his nametag while I tried to calm myself down from my neurotic stupor. The dark Blue writing read "Gerard." And was accompanied by a Nirvana Esq.- Smiley Face. At least he liked decent music.

Gerard.

Gerard who liked Nirvana and dark blue.

I instantly decided I liked the name Gerard. It was unusual, sort of like him, really. And it sounded like a really fun thing to say. Gerard. Gerard. Gerard. I even liked saying it internally!

"So..Erm, Frank." Gerard's voice was significantly softer now. Brandon must have caught him off guard. "You play guitar?"

I shot him a suspicious look. How did he know that I played guitar? How did he know my name was frank?

Then I realised that I was wearing a nametag and that was probably what he was looking at before, not wishing that I was female. My self confidence was slightly restored, and I accidentally let out a relived sigh.

"How did you know I play guitar?" I asked, slightly bemused. My voice sounded all chirpy and baby-ish compared to his, and with the unintentional accusatory tone I sounded even more like a whining, fangirling 11 year old.

I didn't mean to be an asshole, I just kinda...get like this around people I seriously like.

"Well, er, I, I saw you... Fingering before." Gerard's cheeks blushed an unearthly shade of beetroot as he started intently at the floor.

I sniggered, adding 'immaturity' to my traits shared with annoying tweens. Gerard began to laugh too, a high pitched laugh that was infectious.

Agh, Go for it Frankie.

I turned to look at him and gave him what I hoped was the nicest smile he had seen for a while. My grin was usually reserved for family and close friends, but I liked Gerard. I really, really liked Gerard.

He returned the favour and shot me a smile back. It was reserved, pulling the corners of his mouth up and making him look both devilishly handsome and devilishly mischievous. My stomach began somersaulting and I felt a squeal of delight build up in my throat before I managed to regain composure.

"So, reckon you'll be here next week?" Gerard asked, That smile still splayed across his lips.

"Probably.." I attempted to reply 'Coolly'

Of course. Of course I'll be here next week. But only if you are.

My interpretation of 'playing it cool' was about as cool as an ice cream stand in the middle of the Sahara Desert.

"...cool." okay, this conversation was going nowhere except a one way ticket to 'overuse of the word 'cool' road.' Quick Frank, think!

"What is your talent?" I don't think I could have said that more robot-like if I tried. Oh well! A new topic of conversation had been opened which meant I got to listen to Gerard's voice more.

"Well, I've never had a particular talent like playing the guitar...I mean, I guess I can sing..OH!' His face lit up "I'll show you!"

"Yay!" I let out a sound of genuine excitement. Oops! If I pretend I haven't noticed the rest of the group staring at us due to my outburst, maybe they'll stop and turn back around.

"Do you have any paper?" He asked as he pulled a pencil out of his pocket.

"Umm..." I mumbled as I searched my pockets. "Here! Maths homework." I said as I pulled the scruffy piece of paper from out of my back pocket.

He let out a small chuckle before demanding "Turn."

I obliged instantly. I was totally okay with being ordered around by Gerard. Completely and utterly fine with it.

"So, How old are you anyway?"

"I'm fourteen. Almost fifteen" Inverted sigh. It sounded so young, so measly when I voiced my age. I bet Gerard's fifteen or even sixteen! "You?"

There were a couple moments of hesitation before Gerard managed to mumble "uh, I'm seventeen..."

Well, hasn't this just taken a turn for the awkward.

"Aren't you a little too old to be here?" Personally I didn't care if he was 17 or 92, but it felt like I should at least pretend to show some resignation.

The seconds dragged by.

"Well, I don't act my age I suppose."

Cliché. Cliché, but incredibly cute.

"Done!" he exclaimed happily. I guessed part of the happiness was due to the fact we now had something to talk about, instead of sitting here wallowing in awkwardness.

He handed me the picture. It was beautiful! It was a boy, around late teens I would guess? With dark brown hair and hazel eyes that almost rivalled Gerard's. He had a lip ring and looked very content, smirking at something unknown. I supposed he had asked me to turn because he didn't want me to see the drawing process. That was cute! My affection for Gerard was increasing by the second and I had no problems with this.

"But who is it?" I seriously wanted to know who this attractive boy was. Maybe if things didn't work out with Gerard...

"Er...It's you" he studied my face for a reaction

It clicked in my head that I had been asked to turn to the side because he needed to study my profile, not because he was self conscious and I wasn't allowed to see the drawing's development. It also clicked that I had subconsciously decided to pursue a relationship with myself if nothing ended up happening between me and Gerard. That was just way, WAY too weird.

Well, his picture certainly gained a reaction. My mouth dropped open. I looked from Gerard to the picture to Gerard to the picture, all rather melodramatically. Once I was coherent of speech again, I managed to wail "But I'm not nearly as beautiful!"

"...you kinda are" he gave me a genuine smile and casually brushed his hand against my arm.

Woah.

WOAH.

Electric shocks.

The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up so tall they could probably reach the clouds.

I am so very close to squealing like a kid-

"HEY! HEY EVERYONE! CIRCLE TIME!"

Bless Brendon and his lust-induced fantasy killing voice.

Everyone grabbed a chair from the outskirts of the room and assembled them in a rough circle. I looked round at the people surrounding me. There was: Brendon, Kitty, Lindsey, Alex, Jack, Jimmy, Pete, Tay, Patrick and obviously my Gerard.

Erm, wow... I mean, there was also Gerard.

"Okay Guys! We in this game we have to say one thing we like about ourselves, and then one thing we like about ONE other person in the room. Okay, got it? You first Lindsey." Brendon gestured to the black haired girl, who looked around slightly nervously. She seemed sweet enough. Probably be an awesome friend.

"Well, I like...my hair...and I like...I like how friendly Kitty was to me when I arrived, even though she didn't know me. Also, Girl drummers are kind of...Sexy." a flirty smiled played across her lips as she uttered the last word, and her eyes were practically sparkling with lust as she looked at Kitty

Okay, scratch that. I don't think she's sweet if she's got the guts to say and act like that after not even knowing said person for an hour. I liked her, and I added befriending her onto a 'to-do list' that resided in my head.

As each person said their respective compliments, it got closer and closer to my turn. I can do this, I can do this, of course I can. But of course, my sweaty palms and dry throat beg to differ.

"And you, Frank?" Brendon chirped.

I cleared my throat, in hopes that my voice wouldn't break spectacularly when I began to speak.

"Uh, I like...I like that even though I'm not generally a persevering person, I had the patience to pick up an instrument- A guitar-and teach myself how to play." I grinned, thinking back to all the times I almost smashed Pansy against a wall because I couldn't perfect a certain riff. " And, I like, Gerard-" I deliberately cut my sentence short to make eye contact and smirk playfully at him. "That you can draw anyone and make them look ridiculously attractive."

He smiled coyly before looking down in an attempt to hide his cheeks that were quickly turning red again.

"Ooh, I need to see this skill sometime!" Brendon exclaimed as he clasped his hands together. "Now Gerard, Your go!"

"Uh yeah! M-My T-T-Turn now I suppose..." He began to stutter. That glowing red wasn't going to leave his cheeks any time soon. " I like about myself... I like...I like the similarities I share with my brother. He's the kindest boy I've ever met. And, Uh... I LIKE FRANK! I like your face, but don't worry, it's nothing like mouse-Frank's face because he was all hairy and he had massive ears because he was a mouse and it would be stupid if a mouse didn't look like that because then it probably wouldn't be a mouse and-"

He continued to trip over word after word, Mumbling and stuttering all over the place until he decided that he should shut up. Looking round the circle anxiously, he was met with looks of confusion, slight disgust and pity: Until he locked eyes with me.

Or at least he tried to lock eyes with me, since I guess the tears of laughter were getting in the way. I had to hold myself down on the chair in order to stop me from falling off and physically roll across the floor laughing. As you could tell by the reactions of the others, most people would have instantly decided Gerard was a bumbling fool who they shouldn't have any contact with unless necessary: but not me. His little outburst was positively adorable, and had only strengthened my affinity towards him.

Brendon takes one look at the both of us and begins to chuckle too.

"So, after that unusual description I think we'll start to clear the chairs away!"

Everyone returned their chairs to the outskirts of the room, still trying to comprehend what had actually just happened while they stacked them up.

"I hope you guys enjoyed this! See you all next week!" Brendon called out happily. It was easy to see that being camp came naturally to him.

People filtered out until eventually it was just me and Gerard stood at opposite ends of the room. I so badly wanted to run and leap into his arms, hold him tight and press my lips against his, and just stay like that forever.

But I settled with a meek and awkward "uh, ha, bye. Maybe see you next week?" As much as I tried to suppress it, there were nervous vibes practically dripping from my words.

"Bye." Was the abrupt answer I received. I looked into his eves and couldn't help noticing there was a sort of spark in his eyes, like a burning desire for something.

Or maybe for someone.

He follows up with a demure wave and a "See you next week!"

I nod a little too eagerly and hurry silently out of the room, still wishing I could stay with Gerard.

"I'll never forget this day." I swear to myself as I leave " As for me, it feels like a new beginning."

Author's Note: Okay, so this is Robyn and Lilly, just here to let you know about the format. Basically, each chapter is told from both Gerard's and Frank's point of view, with Frank's first and then Gerard's. Okay?

Hope you enjoy the story!

*HUGS AND KISSES*