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GERARD's P.O.V.

I woke up to an unfamiliar smell, in an unfamiliar bed. What did I do last night? My eyes fluttered open and I looked around the room I was in. It reminded me of my room. There were posters and pictures taped all over the walls, and the whole place was a complete mess. I got out of the bed and flicked on the light, causing a sharp pain to course through my brain. Oh right, I got drunk.

The memories from last night came flooding in. Mikey was gay. I got drunk. Someone drove me back to their house. Who was it? Fred, Francis, no...Frank! That was it. I stumbled out of the bedroom and found myself face to face with the kid.

"Good morning!" he said cheerfully, backing up.

"Uh, sure. Where am I, and what happened?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

He laughed, leading me into the kitchen. "You got drunk last night, and tried to drive home. I didn't want you to get into some kind of accident, because I know you're Mikey's brother, so I drove you home."

"Oh. Okay." I said plainly, accepting the coffee he offered.

It was silent for a while as we both drank our coffee. I looked around the kitchen, and the part of the living room that I could see from where I was sitting. There was a white guitar resting on the couch.

"So, uh, you play guitar?" I asked, trying to break the silence.

"Hah, yeah. I'm not that good though." He said, suddenly becoming shy and smiling as he lowered his head. God, his smile was fucking adorable. Wait, I did not just think that. I stared at him as he looked down at the table, biting his lip ring nervously.

I figured I should say something. "Nah, you're probably not that bad. I'd love to hear you play, but I should probably get home, Mikey might be worried about me...or not..." I trailed off. Now it was my turn to be embarrassed and look down at the table.

FRANK's P.O.V.

I looked up just and Gerard had lowered his head, shame written all over his face. Even then, he was gorgeous. The way he fiddled with his coffee mug, or how he occasionally flicked his jet black hair out of his eyes, made my heart melt.

"Uhm, did something happen between you and Mikey?" I asked, wondering why he was so upset.

"Uh..yeah. I guess. I, uh, kind of overreacted when I, uh, I found out Mikey is gay..."

I froze. Overreacted good, or overreacted bad? Oh no. "What, uhm, what happened?"

He looked up at me, his beautiful eyes tearing up. "I beat the shit out of his boyfriend, and screamed at him for a good twenty minutes. And then I just left him at the house and went to the bar."

My heart stopped, and my face fell. Gerard wasn't gay, or even close to it. He was the polar opposite of everything I had hoped he was. But still, he felt horrible about it, I could tell. I reached out and touched his hand, expecting him to pull away, but he didn't move.

"Gerard," I said "It's gonna be okay. If you just explain to Mikey that you feel bad about it, I'm sure he'll understand. Listen, I don't know the kid that well, but I do know that he loves you, and wouldn't want to lose you over something like this."

He looked directly into my eyes and it was pure torture. It was all I could do not to jump across that table and pummel him with kisses, and tell him everything would be okay.

"Thank you Frank. To care enough about Mikey to bring me home, and to tell me what to do."

He stood up and pulled me into a hug, whispering my ear "Thank you Frankie." I practically collapsed in his arms, but I stopped myself. I hugged him back gently, knowing this was all I'd be able to do, and I cherished the moment.

A/N: dun dun dunnn! What will happened between Gerard and Frank? Will Mikey ever track down Jon? Give me some reviews, and you'll find out! 33