WILLOW'S POV

I cried into my pillow. Oh how could I not remember? I used every ounce of my brain power to search for those lost memories, but was unsuccessful. I needed to breathe, so I pulled the pillow away from my face and looked about the room through teary eyes. All my music posters hung on the walls just the way I wanted them. A Queen poster hung above my bed and I ran my finger across the beautiful guitar that Brian May was holding. Suddenly Pansy snapped into my thoughts. I glanced over at my lonely guitar sitting beneath the window, pleading at me to play her. I walked over slowly, and sat down in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Pans," I whispered. "My heart just doesn't belong to you any more." I stroked her bridge and sighed. Oh Pansy. The door opened and I shuffled away. It was Gee.

"Hey, you ok?" he asked kindly, with a smile. I shook my head. He dropped down beside me. "You know, it only took you two days to become one of my friends? That's a record. I think Mikey took ten years or so, and he's my brother!" I giggled.

"You're a sweet guy, Gee. I can see why I liked you." He smiled wider. He suddenly brushed his hand across my cheek. My eyes widened and he giggled.

"You had some tears still on your face," he said plainly. I relaxed and smiled back.

"Oh," I grinned. He was quite good looking beneath that mop of long, greasy, black hair. Although, it was hanging so much in front of his face that I couldn't see him properly. I reached out and tucked his hair behind his ear. His eyes grew wide.

"You had some hair covering your face," I said plainly. We both laughed softly. "You're so pale," I said thoughtfully.

"I try to stay out of the sun as much as I possibly can," he said nonchalantly.

"You're such a vampire," I giggled. He sighed sarcastically. Then he looked around my room.

"You have such great taste in music. I told you that before, but obviously you…don't remember…" he frowned. Damn my memory loss. He stood up and helped me to my feet. Like a dramatic scene from a movie, I tripped and fell into his arms. Slowly, I looked up into his eyes. He looked down into mine. There was a moment of silence. Going through my head was 'you've only just met him; you've only just met him!' But also 'this could be such a perfect moment'. The door flew open and we both turned to see Frank. He began to say,

"Hey are you guys ok beca-" but he stopped as he saw us. I was in Gerard's arms, my face quite close to his. Frank's face dropped.

"How? What? Why?" he managed. I pulled away.
"Frank! It's not what it looks like!" Gee hurried, but Frank shook his head angrily.

"You took the opportunity, didn't you Gerard?" he spat. Sadness flooded his eyes and he stormed out of the room, slamming the door. We stood there, staring after him in silence.
"I didn't - I wasn't – we weren't gonna-" Gee stammered. Tears sprung to my eyes.

"Poor Frank," I sobbed. "If only I could remember!" I yelled and fell to the floor in a crumpled heap.

"I've got to go!" Gee cried, running out of the room to catch up to Frank. I sunk into a foetal position and bawled my pathetic little eyes out.

FRANK'S POV

How COULD he? My best friend? How could he use her like that? The fact she couldn't remember gave him the opportunity to make his move. Rage flared up inside me and I ran out of the house. I heard the guys calling after me but I ignored them. I flew down the steps and began to walk down the road. I thrust my hands deep into my hoodie front pocket and glared at any passers-by. I kicked a stone hard and watched as it bounced along the pavement. My thoughts were all clouded. Then I heard quick footsteps behind me and panting. I turned and saw Gerard jogging after me.

"Piss off," I growled as he pulled up and walked beside me.

"Nothing happened."

"Well it fucking could have if I hadn't walked in, couldn't it?" I snarled cruelly.

"I swear to you, I'd never have let it happen! I would never do that to you! You're my best friend Iero!" he pleaded. He put his hand on my shoulder but I hit his hand away.

"Don't touch me."

"Please Frankie! I promise!" he put his hand on my chest and turned me to face him. I grabbed my shoulders roughly and made me look into his eyes. "Franklin Anthony Iero. If you love me, you'll believe me." I tried to look away, but his huge puppy dog eyes prevented me from doing so. How could I disbelieve that face?

"I told you. Don't call me Franklin." His face lit up and he pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back tightly. A boy from our school walked past.

"Gay."

"We're gonna have to stop hugging in public like this, or we will end up getting a gay reputation." I chuckled. Gee laughed.

"Yeah, and they'll come up with some weird name like "Frerard" or something!"

WILLOW'S POV

I sniffled and rubbed my nose. How could I have even wanted to kiss Gee when Frank had obviously meant more to me? I grabbed my face in despair and looked at Pansy.

"What are you looking at?" I asked angrily. She sat there in silence. Calling to me. I reached out slowly and grasped her neck. Electricity shot through me. Pansy. I thrust her into the amp that sat beside her. How could I suppress myself any longer? I threw her strap over my head and let her hang. I found my lucky pick and stood there. Could I? Could I bring myself to play her again? After all my dad had done? She was screaming at me to play her now. Shakily, I grasped her neck and placed my fingers correctly. Holding her like this again after so long was like the thing that had been missing from my life was here again. I felt complete.

"Oh Pansy…" I sighed. I just gave up then. I couldn't hold it back. I threw my picked-hand down and strummed a chord. "Oh my god…" I moaned. Tears fell. "I'm so sorry Pansy! How could I have left you so long!" Then it all hit me. Everything. Everything came back to me. All the forgotten memories. The jocks, the cupboard, the move. Mikey, Ray, Bob, and Gee. And Frank. Oh my… Frank!