The POV of Gee. I thought it was needed. Anyhoo, here goes:

A thousand things were going through my head when I kissed Frank. I was buzzing from the top of my head to the soles of my shoes because I was physically connected to him once more. I missed him more than I'd ever missed anybody, excluding my grandma. I'd steal a glance at him a few times a day, and even though his face was sad, and his eyes empty, he was still Frank. I'd remember how he used to smile and giggle at the things I did. I'd recall the way my heart would jump whenever he said my name. And then I'd feel a watery wall build in my eyes and have to look away to stop myself from crying.

I knew it was absolutely stupid to break it off with Frank when I wasn't sure of Eliza. Granted, she was pretty, and yeah, she definitely liked me. But could she ever amount to Frank? She could be enough. She could take my mind off Frank and how much I loved him. Even for just a little while. Eliza would be there for me, while I mourned Frank. Not like he died in the literal sense, but I murdered his essence. His personality. All his little quirks that made him my Frankie. Even his stage-energy wasn't there. I was eaten up inside for two months.

Meanwhile, Eliza and I got closer. I liked her plenty, but it wasn't love. It wasn't Frank. But it was okay. She seemed to love me, and wasn't she important? So I went along with it, figuring I'd love her eventually. I bought a ring, figuring that's what nice guys do. I proposed to her, because I did feel something for her. Not quite ardour, but I'd like to have her around for a while to come.

But here, kissing Frank with all the passion, fire, hate and love that I could manage, my heart did a one-eighty. The fact that he'd conformed his lips to mine, even after we'd had a bitter exchange of words, was more than fantastic. It was quite possibly the best thing that'd ever happened to me. It was astounding how he'd thrown up at even the mention of Eliza and I together. I'd taken that as a sign. We were meant for one another, no matter what.

Frank took a step back. "Wh-? Gerard! You're engaged!" he sputtered. I smiled at his confusion. It was so… Frankie!

"I know." I said simply. What other explanation could I offer?

"Well maybe you should have thought of that before you-!"

I silenced Frank with another kiss. Another kiss full of all my emotion. Frank practically went limp. I put one of my hands on the small of his back and my other one on the back of his head. I never, ever wanted to let go. As my fingers laced through his hair, I felt his hand creep round to my waist. I moaned in satisfaction.

"Wait!" Frank breathed, breaking our kiss momentarily, "Should… should we do this?"

Frank was already thinking about sex?! What a guy. And I was definitely for it. Every single part of me (one in particular) wanted it, so I said, "Yeah, but we should do it elsewhere."

"Why?"

"You're loud."

Frank blushed. I missed that, too. The way he'd turn beet-red whenever a random compliment had been paid. "Well, you make me loud."

My heart raced. It was a very, Eliza who? moment. I decided to be a bit of a tease. I brushed my lips against Frank's ear and whispered, "And I like it."

Frank let out a sharp exhale as I nipped his neck slightly. I knew he liked to be bitten. And I liked to bite. His soft skin felt amazing when my teeth grazed it. He groaned ever so slightly, and I jerked him towards me with brute force. It shocked me when he was able to get free. "Elsewhere." he said. I nodded in defeat and went back outside with Frank to join my fiancée and our friends. How strange it was to have to force a smile in front of the girl I was supposed to love most in the entire world. I couldn't very well tell her of my feelings for Frank, because that would just devastate her. Especially now that I'd put a ring on her finger. How would she look at me? Like a liar? Oh, Gerard, I thought to myself. You fucking people-pleaser.

"He's alive!" Bob exclaimed somewhat cryptically when he saw Frank.

"Uh, yup. Just probably some bad… food." Frank brushed the question off.

"Well, are we gonna go soon? I think Gerard and Eliza need to have some alone time." Ray wiggled his eyebrows at Eliza, then me. Eliza giggled and blushed, while I looked at Ray with the most scornful eye I could manage. Ray looked threatened. Ha.

"Anyways…" Mikey said, too loudly, of course. I sat down across from Frank, not breaking the gaze I had on him while everyone else went on chitchatting and all that stuff. I felt Eliza's eyes on me, but I couldn't handle that. Not right then.

We left the restaurant, everyone complaining about their full bellies. I was still beside Frank. I've been told I'm very maternal that way. "You gonna be okay for the night? I was gonna ride back to Jersey with Eliza, but if you want I could-"

"Oh, no. I'll be more than okay." Frank smirked at me, but when Eliza came up and grabbed my hand, he turned green again.

"Maybe you won't. Look, you know my cell number. One thing goes wrong, you call, I go take care of you. Is that alright, Eliza?"

"Sure." she said simply. "Anything for you, babe."

A rock had dropped in my stomach, splattering its contents everywhere. Or, at least, that's what it felt like. "Cool." I murmured, a little queasy myself.

Eliza and I walked to her car, hand in hand. I'd liked to have thought about something other than Frank and our bathroom encounter, but I couldn't. I wished I could focus on wedding plans and dates to set, but all that occupied my brain was Frank's lips, his tongue…

"Gerard?" Eliza piped up when we were at her car, shaking me out of my trance.

"Yes?"

"Your hand's all sweaty. You don't think you have what Frank has, do you?"

I sighed. "I think I do."