After he got invited over to Melanie's house, Gerard told Frank and Ray about it at school the next day.

"Alright!" Frank gave his friend a high-five. "Woo! Happy for you, man." Ray grinned and nodded. "Heh, thanks..." Gerard looked down, smiling faintly. "What's wrong?" Frank knitted his thin, dark eyebrows together. "I'm just so nervous. I've had a massive crush on this girl since we were kids and now I get to go over to her house. I don't know what to wear, what to say, what to tell her parents since they'll probably think we'll be doing more than just studying... I'm a mess." Gerard groaned loudly. "Ha, chill out. You'll do great. She called you cute, right? So, if she really thinks you're cute, does it matter what you wear? No. You think she's cute, right?" Ray asked. Gerard nodded. "Well, then chances are, you won't care what she wears." His friend smiled warmly. Frank scoffed. "Unless you show up looking homeless or some shit, then you'll do fine. You're good looking, dude." Frank reassured him. Gerard chewed on his lower lip nervously. "Thanks..." Gee wasn't unattractive at all. He had smooth milky white skin, a cute and small button nose, chubby cheeks, round hazel eyes that were almost always rimmed with black eyeliner and heavy dark red eyeshadow, and long jet black greasy hair. In between school, studying, homework, and Frank, who was always at his house, he barely had any time to wash his hair. But his friends had told him that greasy hair suits him... as long as he didn't show up to school looking like a bucket of KFC.

Gerard had a crush on Melanie, who was arguably just as attractive as he was, for as long as he could remember. They had gone to the same school ever since forever, and his parents knew hers, they weren't close of course, but their parents had hung out a few times before. They were distant friends at least. She had come over to his house a couple times, but they only talked a few times. Gee had enjoyed every minute of it, it was safe to say he was madly in love with her. He thought she was the most beautiful and sweet woman he had ever met.

And he wasn't wrong; Melanie was definitely gorgeous, especially for a teenage girl. She had long, wavy, and cutely messy ashy-blonde colored hair, Gee wasn't even sure if she ever brushed it, but whether she did or not, he thought it was an insanely great look for her. Her eyes were huge and dark brown, always accented with thick black eyeliner and dark grey eyeshadow, and most of the time she wore a chunky layer of black mascara on her naturally dark blonde lashes that made her rich eye color pop. Her skin was naturally a little tan, so she seemed to be the exact opposite of Gerard appearance-wise. She wasn't a tomboy, but she definitely wasn't girly either. She always wore a baggy shirt and jean shorts, always. But whenever it was colder out, she would wear tight jeans. She never wore any open-toed shoes, none at all. She always wore either boots or sneakers, it didn't matter what. She wore high-heeled ankle boots to the prom.

Gerard liked to notice the little things, the small things most people wouldn't. She noticed how she seemed to be non-committal, she never had a boyfriend for more than a year he'd noticed. Well, I should say he "noticed", since he overheard a lot of gossip and didn't really pay attention to her relationships, just her.

Now he was sitting with her on the bleachers in the gym, telling her about all the things he'd noticed about her. He told her about how she seemed to be sort of non-committal. "Yeah, I am... but I never really found the right guy yet..." Melanie looked down at Gerard's hands and touched his pale palm softly. Gee already felt the heat rising to his cheeks. "You... you've always seemed so sweet, so nice, so caring... and so cute." She giggled cutely. "I know I'm a little creepy for paying attention to that stuff..." Gerard looked down and sighed. "What? No! I'm actually flattered, no one ever pays attention to that stuff." Melanie smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Gee's heart stopped. Was it really happening? "You still coming to my house tonight?" She asked him lowly, whispering in his ear. He nodded. Was it finally Friday?