WILLOW'S POV
I crept from the room, feeling elated after another passionate kiss with Gee. I'd left since we'd both worried Mikey would appear again. Still in my bikini, I ninja'd down the hall, hiding and looking out for any sign of the bespectacled bassist. As I did, I accidentally crashed into Ray, who walked out from a room as I passed it.
"Ow!" he half-whispered, half-cried.
"Sorry!" I quickly apologised.
"Now worries. No harm done. Mikey's looking for you, by the way."
"Is he? I had no idea," I lied.
"Apparently you were a little worse for wear last night," he giggled.
"Excuse me, mister, but you can't talk!" I retorted, chuckling.
"I 'spose I can't. Anyway, I'm off to shower. Go find Mikey. I think he thinks you've ended up asleep in a ditch or something."
"Oh."
"Exactly. Now goooo." He ushered me off and I continued my search for somewhere to pretend I'd fallen asleep. Sleeping people, bottles, cans and food were everywhere. I found a suitable closet, praying Mikey hadn't looked there yet. I curled up inside it but left the door open. Soon enough, I heard his voice along the hall. He was with someone. They stopped walking.
"So when are you going to see her again?" he asked the someone.
"Today. On the boulevard." Ah. The someone was Frank. He'd met a girl?
"Aw, that's cute. But…don't you think it's a little too soon? I mean, you and Willow only broke-up a couple of days ago…" I had been thinking the same as Mikey. But yet again, I had slept with Gerard. So I guess Frank had every right to find someone else. But someone so new? So soon?
"I know it seems a bit soon, but we just, clicked, ya know? We just talked the whole night. We didn't even kiss! And.., I felt something special about her. Not that I didn't with Willow. But Jamia…she's….something else..." Even though I'd had sex with his best friend, even though I'd condoned to this new other girl, that had stung. Right in my heart. He had found someone better than me. I felt instantly down-graded, like none of what we had had mattered any more. I frowned at myself angrily. Damn, I was such a hypocrite. I knew Frank would feel the same way if I'd said that about Gerard. And I knew that if I had to, I would be completely able to say all of those things truthfully. But still, no-one can help the jealous feelings in the aftermath ('Aftermath' by GerardWayIsMyLife. Search that story on . Read it. It's amazing. Seriously. If you don't, Mikey will crumple into a ball and cry.) of a relationship. I sighed. He had every right to move on. I loved Gerard. I always had.
"Frankie, if you're happy, then that's ok with me. But how do you think Willow's gonna take this?"
"Let's keep it to ourselves for now, ok?" They began moving again and I immediately shut my eyes. The closet door squeaked and someone gasped. I think it was Mikey.
"Here she is!" he sighed in relief.
"How the hell did she end up in a closet?" Frank asked, confused.
"How the hell did you end up in a tree?" Mikey shot back.
"Well…erm…I still haven't figured that one out…" Frank replied sheepishly. Strong arms lifted me from my little hidey-hole. How was little Mikey that strong? I squinted as discretely as I could. It was Frank. I couldn't help the fact that it felt nice to be in his arms again. In a weird way it was home. I felt safe with him. And I knew I always would. My feelings for him would never truly leave me, I realised. He placed me down on something soft – a sofa, I presumed.
"She looks so peaceful," Frank sighed, and I was sure it was him who scooped some of the hair out of my face. There was a long pause.
"What went wrong Frank?" Mikey asked gently. "It's clear you still have feelings for her."
"I do," he replied, sadness in his tone. "But…she fell in love…with someone else…" Mikey gasped.
"She did? Who?"
"Don't judge her. I liked the same person…" He'd said it. Out loud. To Mikey. There was an even longer pause than the one before.
"…You're….gay?" Mikey asked, shocked.
"No! Just…well, something happened between me and the guy. I was trying to prove a point to him. It happened whilst I was with Willow. We were both in the wrong. We couldn't have stayed in a relationship like that. Not when we'd discovered these things about each other." Frank sighed, and I felt someone sit down by my feet.
"Do you love him?"
"The guy? No! I never did. It was just that this thing happened, and it had felt…strangely good…"
"What happened?"
"…I kissed him. But just to let him make sure he wasn't gay. Something had happened between him and another guy, and he was worried he might suddenly turn gay. So I kissed him to see if he felt something when I did it. Turns out he didn't. But I did. I lied to him, and said I hadn't either…" Another long pause.
"Who….who's the guy?" Mikey asked, sounding somewhat scared, like somehow he knew what was coming.
"Gerard."
I froze. Mikey gasped.
