I sit in class, eager to be released from Ms. Simmons' hell. As I tap my foot anxiously, watching the clock, I finger the ring Gerard had given me for my birthday, marveling at the feel of the engraved music notes. I haven't taken it off for anything other than showers or washing my hands- I'd be devastated if it went down a drain or anything like that. I remember that day so clearly. He had pulled me aside into the bathroom and gave the ring to me along with a kiss or two, that day had been the best day I've had in a long time. Most of my best days are spent with Gerard, now that I think about it.

The bell finally rings as it sounds my escape, and Mikey and I meet Sam outside the classroom door. Mikey greets her with a smile and a kiss, intertwining their hands. I sigh with a smile and when they finish, we walk to Sam's house. Thankfully, her house is literally directly on the right side of the school, less than a minute walk. It was easy telling Gerard and Ray how to get there, so there's no way anything can go wrong. We arrive at Sam's house and make ourselves comfortable while we wait for the guys to show up.

Sitting around the living room talking, Sam changes the subject without notice, practically cutting Mikey out of the conversation completely. "Frank, what's Gerard like?"

I stare curiously at her. "Erm, what do you mean?"

"Well, what is he like? I've only met him twice so I don't know much about him, and I should get to know him more if I'm gonna be in a band with him. But he seems nice."

"Oh, he is," I start. "He's amazing."

"Really?" The curiosity in her face is evident, but I don't understand why she's asking. I guess it's cause she's a good friend, cause good friends ask this kind of stuff on a daily basis.

"Oh yeah, absolutely."

"Tell me more," she says, intrigued.

I brush off the oddness of her request. "Well, he's a really nice guy, really caring and considerate... really hot..."

She giggles. "Yeah, he's definitely hot." Mikey shifts awkwardly on the couch, probably uncomfortable with the conversation. Sam doesn't notice. "What else?"

"Uh, he's really talented too, did you know he draws? He's like an artist. And he's really poetic. And sometimes I don't think he realizes how talented he is." I could sit here and talk about Gerard for hours, there are so many good things to say about him.

"That's awesome! Is he a good kisser?" The mischievous expression matches the way she asked the question, making me smile brightly.

"No, he's a phenomenal kisser," I state. "He should win a fucking award." She giggles and Mikey shifts awkwardly again, slightly rolling his eyes. Almost on que, a knock sounds from the front door and I notice the beat up Subaru in the driveway. I smile and struggle to hold myself back from running to open the door, and Sam slowly opens it for herself, greeting Gerard and Ray with a friendly smile. When my eyes land on Ray I notice that Sam didn't ask about him, just Gerard. Before I can wonder further about why, I notice how much sexier Gerard looks today then usual. He stands in the doorway in his leather jacket and well fitted tight pants, smiling his gorgeous smile. He looks so hot, I want to do so many dirty things to him right now.

Gerard greets Sam and notices me smiling in his direction. He walks into the house and I stand up, allowing him to wrap his arms around my neck and kiss my lips lightly. I place my hands comfortably on his hips. "So I finished your song," he whispers.

I smile widely and whisper back, "then you better share it cause I wanna hear how amazing it is."

He giggles and pulls away, intertwining his fingers with mine and holding my hand tightly, as he addresses our new band. "Hey guys, I have awesome news."

"You're gonna stop living at home like a momma's boy?" Mikey says like a smart ass.

Gerard glares at him. "Keep that up and I will." Mikey laughs. "The news is that I've written a song for us."

Everyone smiles and shares hopeful looks. "Let's hear it!" Ray says excitedly. Everyone nods in agreement.

"Okay, it doesn't have a beat though so you'll just have to bear with me reading it regularly." Everyone nods, and I grin. We all take our seats, Ray, Mikey, Sam and I sitting on the couch and Gerard in the armchair. They have no idea what's about to be read to them. If they knew exactly what they were about to hear, they'd be grinning too. Gerard clears his throat and reads from the crinkled paper. "Hand in mine, into your icy blues. And then I'd say to you, 'we can take to the highway.' With this trunk of ammunition too, I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets. I'm trying, I'm trying to let you know just how much you mean to me. And after all the things we put each other through and I would drive on to the end with you, a liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full and I feel like there's nothing left to do but prove myself to you and we'll keep it running. But this time I mean it. I'll let you know just how much you mean to me. As snow falls on desert sky, until the end of everything. I'm trying, I'm trying to let you know how much you mean. As days fade and nights grow, and we go cold. Until the end, until this pool of blood. Until this, I mean this, I mean this. Until the end of- trying, I'm trying to let you know how much you mean. As days fade and nights grow, and we go cold. But this time we'll show them, we'll show them all how much we mean. As snow falls on desert sky, until the end of every-" He stops and half folds the paper, setting in his lap. Everyone smiles and compliments him on his work at the same time, their words meshing together. Gerard smiles and blushes a little as he looks down at his feet. I say nothing, I just smile widely. "Guys, hang on, there's more- it's a two part song," Gerard says quickly.

"So it's like two songs, but you're counting them as one?" Ray asks?

"Yeah, I guess you can say that." Everyone nods except for me. I can hardly stay still, I'm nearly shaking with happiness. Gerard clears his throat again and opens up the paper. "All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this. All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this. All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this. All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this. As lead rains pass on through our phantoms, forever, forever. Like scarecrows that fuel this flame, we're burning, forever and ever. Know how much I want to show you you're the only one. Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun. And as we're falling down and in this pool of blood. And as we're touching hands. And as we're falling down and in this pool of blood. And as we're falling down I'll see your eyes. And in this pool of blood I'll meet your eyes. I mean this forever." He finishes, folds the paper again and puts it in his lap. "I know the second part is short, so I think we should have an instrumental break in there somewhere."

Everyone loves his song, throwing compliments at him left and right. I don't know what to say, or even what to do. I still can't get over the fact that he wrote a song for me, let alone the fact that he feels that way about me. No one has ever loved me as much as Gerard does, no one could even compare. He claims that he's willing to die for me, with me, in place of me. He says that I'm 'the only one' for him...

Thinking about this as Gerard takes his comments causes tears to well up in my eyes. I try to blink them away discretely, but I fail as a tear slides down my cheek. I wipe it away with my hoodie sleeve quickly, but Mikey looks at me as another one falls down my other cheek. "Frankie, are you okay?" he asks, sounding very concerned. I nod as I wipe the tears away, but he doesn't buy it.

Everyone turns to look at me, and more tears fall as I sniffle, as suddenly Gerard is on his knees in front of where I sit on the couch, at eye level with me. He puts one hand on the side of my face, wiping my tears away with his thumb and the other hand over my own, gripping it tightly. "What's wrong baby?" he asks, looking for something in my eyes that might give me away.

"You... you wrote that amazing song for me? You really love me that much?" I could hardly control the tears anymore, they just kept coming, but thankfully I wasn't making the noises people usually make when they cry, like sobs.

He continues to wipe my tears away, and speaks quietly. "Yes. You mean the world to me, I love you more than any song could ever express. Haven't we been through this already? You're my everything, you make me happier than anyone else ever has." I stare into his bright and honest eyes, bewildered by his words and incapable of producing words of my own. "I don't know where my happiness would be without you, I'd die for you any day, Frankie." Tears overflow again, and my lover pulls me into his arms tightly, and I bury my face where his neck meets his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck. I know that everyone else are watching our moment, but I don't really care. My heart aches with love for Gerard, and all I want is to be alone with him, just us, together, with nothing to distract us from each other. And, frankly, knowing that I have to wait a few hours for this makes me sad and a little bit anxious.

After about a minute of our hug and my tears falling, soaking his shirt, I break our embrace and lightly kiss Gerard's lips. "I love you so much, Gee."

"I love you too, Frank." I don't doubt him for a single second.

We look into each others eyes for a moment when Mikey speaks up. "Erm, I don't mean to be rude, but, are you guys finished?"

We laugh and Gerard goes back to his chair. I wipe the semi-dried tears away completely, and my eyeliner- it must be smudged to hell anyway. I look back at everyone else in the room to see them all examining me. I notice Sam's expression is a bit different from the rest, but I can't put my finger on what it is.

I shake it off and turn towards Gerard as he speaks. "So here's what I'm thinking," he starts. "I can give this paper to one of you guys, and you can kinda create whatever you think sounds good with the lyrics. Then we can discuss it during the next meeting and see what we can do with it. Does that sound okay to you guys?" We all nod, mumbling little statements in agreement. "Okay, I don't wanna sound like I'm controlling all of this, we all need to be equally involved."

"No worries Gerard," Ray says. "We're all in this as a band," he smiles. "If it's alright with you guys, I think Frank should take the song home."

"I look at Ray with a huge smile, but a surprised one too. "Me? Why me and not you?"

"Well, as we now know, Gerard wrote that song for you and it's about you, it's a love song. A slightly demented love song, but a love song nonetheless." I chuckle. "You should create the guitar riffs for it because it's about love, the kind of love that you and Gerard share. And who knows more about that loving relationship than you?"

I nod, thinking deeply about it. "Okay, I'll do it. Only if you all agree," I say, turning to the rest of the group.

"It's cool with me, what about you?" Mikey turns his head to Sam and she only nods.

"Perfect!" Gerard exclaims. "So Frank, don't disappoint me," he jokes.

For the rest of practice we examine the lyrics in Gerard's song, looking for any confusing lines or misused words. We find no errors or problems, every line is written with perfect poetic structure. Each medophore has a meaning, and every word belongs exactly where he placed it. It's kind of scary how well this is written and how perfect it is, since he claims it's merely a second draft. Most songs go through multiple drafts when they're edited, some don't even make the cut. Gerard clearly has a talent for poetry, which is really all that music is- poetry with instruments added with it. But then again, what isn't Gerard talented at?

I walk into my room with Gerard on my heels, the song he wrote for me safely in my hands. I set it down on my bedside table, but rethink it and decide to put it in my bedside drawer instead. Papers fly off the that table all the time and I never end up finding them. After I close the drawer, I turn to see Gerard already sitting on my bed, waiting for me sit with him. I comply and plop down in front of him, putting my hands over his and holding them tightly. "I love you, baby."

He smiles. "I love you too, Frankie."

He leans in to kiss me, but I speak to stop him. "No, I don't think you get it." He stares at me in curiosity and slight fear. "I love you more than anything. I know it's easy for someone to just say it and not fill the words with meaning, but I really do. You're the one thing that can make me smile when I'm sad, just thinking about you makes me happy. It also makes me sad, but that's only because I'm not with you. When you're gone there's this... this hole in my heart, so to speak, and nothing can even temporarily fill it. And that song... that song you wrote for me heightened my feelings for you, they're ten times stronger now. I fucking love you, Gee, I need you to know that."

He smiles and gives me a long, passionate and heartfelt kiss, one that's different from all the rest. It had more emotion, more care and more love. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. "You wanna know something?" he asks quietly. I nod slowly. "Before I met you, I was depressed. Depressed about where I'd end up in life, about the fact that I'm nineteen and still living at home like a fucking nobody. Mostly about my ex boyfriend, the one who killed himself. I still loved him when we broke up, and then merely weeks later he was dead. It was really difficult and I couldn't handle it. I turned to drink tons of alcohol to cope with everything, even thought about suicide. I hated the way my life was going, I didn't see any hope anymore. I had just about had enough... and then I met you. You changed all that. We hardly knew each other for very long, just days, but I knew enough about you and had spent enough time with you to fall for you, to realize that you make me happier than anyone else can. I pretty much fell head over heels for you. I stopped drinking when we started dating, because you blocked out all the negative feelings that made me do it in the first place." He sighs. "What I'm trying to say is... you changed my life, you're the reason I'm still alive. I don't know how to thank you for what you've done for me, I don't even know if it's possible." He removed his forehead from mine and placed both his hands on either side of my face. "I love you, Frankie, I can't say that enough."

Incapable of producing words, yet again, I stretch Gerard's legs out on my bed and sit in his lap- since he's already leaning against my headboard it was easy- and kiss him deeply. With my arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers snaked in his hair, I make sure his arms are around my waist as we kiss. He puts his hands on my sides and pulls my torso forward, pressing my body against his. His kisses start to get hotter and his hands slide down my waist onto my hips, gently pulling them forward and pressing my newly created boner against his stomach. This man could easily be the best torturer, I swear. I quickly remove his shirt, temporarily breaking the steamy kiss. There are so many things I want to do to Gerard right now. I hook my hand around the back of his head with my fingers in his hair again, kissing his jaw line and moving slowly down to his neck. Gerard's moans fill the silence as I nip the skin behind his ear and let one of my hands slide down his body until I reach his waist line.

I slip my hand into his pants and wander around a little bit, and it doesn't make long until my hand is wrapped around Gerard's throbbing dick. I decide that giving him a hand job would be rather difficult with his tight pants still on, so I shift positions and remove them and his boxers, pulling him down until he's laying flat on the bed. With my hand around his dick again, I start stroking him slowly, watching as his back arches slightly and he rests his head back into the pillow, already moaning my name. As my strokes get faster and rougher, Gerard's moans become louder and more desperate, one hand gripping the sheets and the other in a fist under the pillow. It's enough to get me even more hot and bothered, so my lips collide with his in a nearly violent kiss, allowing my tongue to slip into his mouth, my hand still pumping his cock. I end the kiss and gently but roughly bite his bottom lip, then kiss him again for good measure.

After just minutes of stroking, Gerard reaches his peak, an orgasm races through his body and he yells my name out in a desperate moan. I remove my hand before he releases, really not wanting to have all his bodily fluids on my hand.

I smile, watching Gerard's chest rise and fall along with his labored breathing. With myself fully clothed and him completely naked, I find my blanket and wrap it around him, snuggling into his chest with my arm around his waist. He finally catches his breath. "You don't want anything in return? Because that was amazing."

I smile and shake my head, looking up into Gee's gorgeous eyes. "Nah, seeing that was good enough for me." He chuckles and kissed my forehead. "I love you, Gee. Go to sleep."

"I love you too, baby. Goodnight."

I snuggle closer into Gerard's chest and allow myself to fall into a perfect sleep in the warm arms of my lover.