5. And maybe it 'cause I can't say/keeps you always believing/and maybe its 'cause you can't say/keeps me always believing/I'll give you this as a keepsake/and right after that I'm leaving/and maybe its all we cant take/keeps us always returning

Bosco moved quickly to dress and leave the house. He wanted to avoid seeing Gerard although he wasn't sure exactly why. Everything had gone right earlier – Faith told him to give Gerard her number and he was going to get a date with one of the hottest women he'd ever clapped eyes on. So what was his problem? Stuffing his clothes into his gym bag he wondered why he was finding it so difficult to follow through with this plan.

He tried to rationalise – he was doing this for Faith's own good. She hadn't had a date in almost a year now and this was exactly what she needed. To get out of the house and get a life. It suddenly occurred to him that maybe that wasn't what she needed as much as it was what he needed. Maybe getting Faith a date with the biggest jerk in the house wasn't exactly what she needed.

But what real damage could it do?

If she was smart she'd see him for what he was, and Faith was a smart woman. So he had nothing to worry about.

The why was his stomach turning at the thought of her even considering a date with this guy?

His thoughts were interrupted by the swinging of the locker room doors. Gerard waltzed in, a grin plastered over his face. Bosco didn't look as amused.

"I heard the good news man," he announced leaning back on the stonewall. Bosco could only manage a nod as he hoisted his bag over his broad shoulder.

"Yeah…" he replied slamming his locker door shut.

"So…" Gerard said, gazing at him expectantly.

"So…" Bosco repeated.

"The number?" Gerard reminded him with a smirk.

"Oh yeah," Bosco said, digging into his coat pocket for the piece of paper. "Here."

His hand was trembling slightly as he handed the tall man the number and he stared as Gerard took it.

"Right well…I'll catch you later," Bosco said, clearing his throat from the lump that had formed, "You treat her right. Or you'll have me to answer to."

Gerard chuckled and caught his arm as he was making an attempt at a swift exit. "Hold up there Bosco. You're goin' nowhere just yet."

Bosco frowned. "What?"

"I need your help, you need to tell me what to say to this girl," Gerard replied, taking out his phone. Bosco shook his head, taking a few steps backwards.

"Nah man, come on, not tonight. You can at least do the calling her bit yourself," Bosco sighed trailing his hand over his hair.

But it was too late. Gerard had already dialled the number, his phone pressed to his ear.

On the other end Faith made her way to her home phone, and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hi…Yokas…uh this is Keith Gerard," he introduced himself, stuttering a little over his words. Bosco rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, leaning back on the lockers.

"Oh…hi Gerard….what can I do for you?" she asked, trying her best to sound nonchalant. She found herself needing a seat and flumped down on the sofa next to the light stand.

"Uh…I wanna show you a good time…" Gerard spat out. Bosco's eyes widened and he gestured wildly for the buffoon to stop talking.

"W-what?" Faith asked, incredulous. Bosco, still gesturing like a mad man, tried to mouth the words to his co-worker. Gerard just looked confused.

"Uh…I…um….I mean," he mumbled watching Bosco's mouth move, "I would like it if maybe you and I could go to dinner sometime."

Bosco nodded and sighed, relieved the idiot could lip-read.

"Ok," Faith drawled, "Uh…um, sure. Maybe."

"Cool, ok, well when? I mean I could go right now if…" Gerard looked up. Bosco was waving his hands in the air again. Not a good sign. "I mean. How about Saturday?"

Faith frowned, slightly confused. "Uh, Saturday sounds ok. I guess…"

"Score," Gerard whispered. Faith caught it and her brow furrowed.

"Excuse me?" she said, her tone sharp. Bosco rolled his eyes and sighed, defeated by the man's sheer stupidity.

"I mean…that's great…" he amended hastily, shrugging at Bosco.

"Yeah," Faith said, sounding slightly disappointed, "Uh, Gerard…"

"Call me Keith," he told her, winking at Bosco. He mocked the man, nodding over-enthusiastically and sticking up his thumb. He then rolled his eyes again. How can anyone be this stupid?

"Oh. Ok Keith. Uh...can I ask you a question?" she asked.

"You can ask me anything you want Bab-" he stopped noticing Bosco's glare. "Sure."

"Why did you want to go out with me?"

He frowned. "Can you hold on one second?" He covered the speaker of the phone with his hand and turned to Bosco. "She wants to know why I want to go out with her."

Bosco shrugged, indifferent. "Why did you?"

"Er…'cause she's a hot piece of ass and I really wanna screw her," Gerard replied grinning smugly. Bosco looked horrified.

"You can't say that to her!" he cried.

"Then what do I say?" he asked, narrowing his dark eyes.

"Right…tell her because she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen….you watch her everyday and you love the way she laughs, you love the way she frowns, you love it when she wears her hair down…you love how smart she is. You love the fact she takes control of every situation even if she is being really bossy…"

The man stuck up the palm of his hand, indicating for Bosco to stop. His jaw contracted and shut. Gerard put his phone back up to his ear and repeated everything Bosco had just said.

On the other end of the phone, Faith smiled softly. "That's sweet," she whispered, pressing her lips together. He nodded and gave the 'thumbs up' sign to Bosco.

Bosco gulped hard. What had he just done? "So, I'll see you Saturday Keith?" she asked, playing absentmindedly with the sleeves of her top.

"Yeah. Saturday," he confirmed. She said goodbye and he flipped down his phone.

"We're in man!" he announced proudly.

"Whoa," Bosco said, "Who's 'we'. You're in. I'm gone now. My bit's done!"

"That's not the deal Boscorelli. You will help me get this girl. We're in this together now." And with that he was gone leaving Bosco stunned.