WILLOW'S POV

The pizza soon arrived and we ate to our stomach's content. I giggled when I saw Bob had a huge smear of tomato sauce on his chin.

"Bob," I chuckled. He looked at me.
"What?" he asked, worry strung in his tone. I pointed at my chin and then at his. He touched it and looked at his now red fingers in horror. "Crap," he groaned, wiping the rest off onto his sleeve. I glanced about for Frank, who was already watching me. He had an unhappy look on his face. I sidled over to him and perched myself on the edge of his chair.

"What up Iero?" I asked in a light tone, trying to make him crack a smile. He shrugged.

"Nothing," he replied unconvincingly. I raised my eyebrow. "Honestly, I'm fine!" he sighed, but I heard a hint of a growl in his voice. I put my arm around his shoulder but he didn't lean into me. He grabbed a piece of garlic bread and began to eat it.

"Now I don't want to kiss your mouth. It'll taste like garlic!" I pulled a face.
"Maybe you'll want to kiss someone else instead then?" he replied questioningly, flatness in each word. My eyes widened.

"What?" I semi-gasped. What the fuck?

"Just saying," he huffed, throwing the end of the bread into his mouth. I sat there in stunned silence.
"What are you getting at, Frank?" I asked, worried of the answer. He shook his head and excused himself from the table. I sat on the chair, nervous. Everyone else was in their own conversations. I left the table and found Frank outside, smoking a cigarette. "You want to tell me what that was all about in there?"

"Nope. I was just plainly saying-" he began.

"Saying what? You don't just say that to your girlfriend!" I growled.

"Well you do say it to a girlfriend who obviously isn't as interested in you anymore!" he snapped, throwing his cigarette to the floor angrily. I froze. I saw the sadness in his eyes.

"Frank I-"

"I've seen the looks you give Gerard. You blush around him all the time. Just like you used to do with me," he burst out, his voice breaking at certain points. I couldn't speak. He knew. "I knew it," he snarled when I didn't respond.

"No no, Frank I…I like him…yes…but I love you! Gerard is…Gerard. He's handsome and nice but he's not you. Surely you think other girls are like that?" It was true. That was the way I felt. I liked Gerard a lot. But he could never be Frankie. I saw the pain glazing his eyes.

FRANK'S POV

She was right. There was someone I liked. But only a little. Gee. Same as her. That kiss we had shared at Christmas had stuck with me. She raised an eyebrow. I nearly gasped when I realised I had kissed Gee when I had been with Willow. I had done something out of line. But still, to know she crushed on Gee was like a blow to the chest. She gasped when I kept silent.

"There is someone you like, isn't there?" Her eyes were wide. Should I tell her?

"A-at Christmas…Gerard and I….we….we…kissed…" Her jaw nearly dropped off.

"Say whaaaaat?" she cried. "But we were…we were dating at Christmas!" Her face fell as her realisation set in. I blinked sadly.

"I'm sorry! I had only done it to prove a point! But part of me had…had wanted to as well…"

"So what, you're gay now? Well I guess this is over then if you're not into girls anymore!" she spat.

"No I'm not fucking gay! I love you!" I groaned, trying to hug her. But she pulled away.

"No you don't. I never kissed Gee. You did. I only like him."

"Of course I love you! We can work this out!" I moaned desperately.

"No. We both like the same guy. And we're in a relationship together. How can we carry this on if we both know we like Gee?"
"But I don't like like him! It was just the kiss that made me feel even slightly like that!"

WILLOW'S POV

I guess he had a point. I had only liked Gee when I had dreamt of kissing him. Maybe it was just kissing someone else that made us like him. But still. This had caused a major rift in our relationship. How could we ever pull through it? I loved Frank. As I was standing there thinking, I didn't have time to react when Frank pressed his lips against mine. I was frozen for a second in shock, but realisation kicked in. His mouth moved against mine hard, and I felt his longing for this to not separate us. I pressed myself into him and kissed him back. But it was too awkward. Finally we broke apart.

"This won't work any more, will it?" he sniffed, his face completely heartbroken. A dull, heavy pain thudded in my chest.

"Frankie…" I whimpered, tears brimming in my eyes. "I don't think it will."