"You'd have what?"

"Hallucinations," I repeated. "I don't know why, but my best guess would be from blood loss."

"So, after you cut, what would you see?" He seemed genuinely curious.

I shrugged. "Don't remember."

Gerard shrugged, too. "I'd just pass out."

"I don't know why I didn't."

He looked at me solemnly, though I noticed his eyes seemed to be smiling. "You know, you need to cheer up. I know just what you need," he added mischievously.

"What?"

"Another tickle fight!" he cried, lunging at me. This time I was prepared, though, and jumped out of the way, climbing on top of him as soon as he hit the bed. Not awkward at all.

"No fair," he whined.

"Totally fair," I grinned.

"We've said this a lot today."

"You noticed."

He laughed.

"Now," I cackled evilly. "Ready for revenge?"

His eyes widened. "Oh, God no."

I opened my mouth, making a "Mah," sound, like when the doctor puts a popsicle stick on your tongue.

I licked his wrist, his forearm, his shoulder, being careful not to touch his cuts.

"You're not stopping, are you?" he sighed as I dragged my tongue across his neck. Mmm…

"Noh' 'uhtil 'm 'sa-ih-fied."

"Not until you're satisfied?" I nodded slightly. "Great," he sighed again, but I could hear the amusement in his voice.

Without warning, I drew my tongue up to his forehead.

"Not the face!" he yelled.

"You stole my words," I said sternly. "This means punishment."

I licked his nose like he had mine.

He laughed at me. "Your tongue has no effect on me."

I looked him straight in the eyes. "Does it?"

I swear I felt his breathing hitch, but before he could say anything else the door opened.

My dad gasped.

We both shouted in unison, "It isn't what it looks like, I swear!"

Dad shook his head. "Frank, I already told you, you can tell me anything."

I groaned. "Dad, I know this looks really bad, but I'm not gay, or about to make out with Gerard. It would take too long to explain so just believe me."

He shrugged. "Okay. Dinner's ready though. I'll just get some and bring it to you."

He left.

I looked back at Gerard, fighting the urge to just crawl under the covers and die.

He looked a little…sad.

I groaned again. "Why does Dad always come in at the most awkward times?"

Gerard recovered and shrugged. "Dad power."

I climbed off of him and sat on my haunches. "What do you want to do now?"

"I dunno. Something your dad can't possibly get any 'ideas,'" he did finger quotes at this, laughing, "from."

"Video games?" I offered, grinning.

He laughed again. "Who do I look like?"

Gerard threw the controller down, flexing his fingers. "How are you so good at this?"

"Practice, love," I said in an English accent that I totally worked. "Practice."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Fair enough."

I looked at the clock. It was about eleven. We had been playing for two hours, running on pizza.

"What do you want to do know?"

"Why do you keep asking me?" he smiled. "What do you want to do?"

"Eh…I don't know."

"I know!" he exclaimed suddenly, mischief clear in his eyes. "Let's play Truth or Dare-"

"Dude, that's cliché."

"-but," he continued. "You can only do dare. So it's like a game of dares."

I pursed my lips. "Alright. You ask me first."

"Okay…" he thought for a minute. "I dare you to…run up to your dad and tell him like a teenage girl how much you love me," he ended, laughing.

I shook my head. "He'll take me seriously."

"I know. That's why it's funny. You can explain later, but not until the game's done," he added.

I huffed. "Fine. Let's go."

I walked into the living room. "Dad, I need to tell you something."

He looked up from his book and smiled. "Yes, Frank?"

I took a deep breath and shot Gerard a dirty look before throwing my hand over my heart.

"Oh, Dad, I love Gerard so much. He makes my heart stop, he's so gorgeous. Dad, I just can't help it, you were completely right, I want to marry him, and…and have his adopted babies, and…"

Gerard fell back against the wall, howling with laughter.

"You know, Frank, you could've told me in private," my dad said.

Gerard was gasping for breath by this point.

I continued on with my dramatic "confession". "But dad, you don't understand, I just love him so much. My heart beats for him. My very soul depends on his existence. He makes the blood run through my veins. He-"

"Okay, we get that Gerard is making 'the blood run though your veins'," my dad interrupted. "Are you two dating yet?"

"Yes, and we're getting married straight out of high school. It's been decided. I hope you'll come to the wedding."

Dad stared at me, with my fangirl-ish face, and then at Gerard, in a crumpled heap of hysterics on the floor. Then he shrugged and turned back to his book. "Adopt a girl. I've always wanted a granddaughter."

I helped Gerard up and threw my arms around him. "Now, we must go. I'll see you in the morning."

Upon arrival to my room I covered my face in my hands while Gerard burst into a fresh fit of laughter.

"Can't…breathe," he gasped. "God, that was funny. Holy shit. Why didn't I get that on video?"

"Because I would have killed you," I said reasonably.

I gave him a few more minutes to cool down.

"Your turn."

That shut him up.

"I dare you…" I tried to think of something devious when suddenly I had a "light bulb moment."

"To go outside, find a nearby stranger and start singing Baby by Justin Bieber in a falsetto voice."

He sighed. "I suppose I have to."

We went out to the front lawn. There was an old woman passing by.

"Go serenade her," I grinned.

He walked over and began singing in a high-pitched voice. "Baby, baby, baby, ooh-"

SMACK.

The next thing I knew Gerard was doubled over in pain, clutching his arm as the old lady marched away with a sour expression on her face.

"Dude, you okay?" I said, fighting the urge to laugh as he stood up.

"Jesus, Frank, what do they put in old ladies' handbags nowadays? Bricks? I swear, if she had hit any harder she would have broken my arm," he grumbled, though he laughed a little.

I inspected it. It was a bit red, but I knew it would bruise.

"Would you like me to kiss it better?" I teased.

"That's what your dad would expect," he laughed.

I frowned.

"Oh c'mon, Frankie, don't be mad."

"I know, I'm just going to have a lot of explaining to do," I sighed, noticing the fact that he'd given me a nickname. Frankie. I like it.

I let out a squeak of surprise as I felt Gerard's icy fingertips on my shoulder.

"Tag! You're it!" he laughed.

I giggled and chased him around the lawn. I pretended to fall and twist my ankle, and when he came over I grabbed his legs and pulled him down next to me.

He let out an "Oof!" as he hit the grass, but it soon turned into laughter as he looked at me.

"We're so weird," I mused.

"Yeah," he agreed.

He pulled out his phone and checked the time. "Dude, it's one AM."

I shrugged. "Do you want to go in? Cause I might fall asleep on the grass and you'd have to drag me in."

"Sure," he yawned.

We entered my room and got in our pajamas, since I had lent him some shorts and a t-shirt. I made sure not to even look at Gerard for fear of drooling, even though I'd already seen him shirtless.

I flicked off the light and climbed into bed.

"Coming?" I asked groggily as he hesitated.

"I, uh…" he stammered. "Yeah. It's stupid."

I propped myself up on my elbows. "What?"

"I don't like sleeping in a bed…with other people," he muttered.

"Why? I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Because…" he took a deep breath. "Because of Robin."

I gasped and sat up straight. "Gerard, do you honestly think I would do that?"

"Of course not," he said hurriedly. "It's just something I have now."

I shook my head. "Just trust me."

"I do."

He seemed to weigh his options before finally climbing in beside me.

My eyes slipped closed.

When I opened my eyes again, I knew immediately that it was a dream.

I was- at least, I felt- about ten years older, and I was strumming a white guitar. Subconsciously, I kept playing while I took in my surroundings. There was a boy about my supposed age, with huge glasses perched on the edge of his nose, playing a bass and not moving a muscle except his arms and swaying slightly with the music. On my other side was the complete opposite, pounding out note after note of an awesome guitar solo with a totally epic fro. And in front of me was…

"Gerard?" I gasped.

He didn't hear me, the music was too loud, and he was singing. What a voice! I'd never heard him sing before, and it shocked me how good he was. I caught a couple of the words he was singing.

"…all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took." At this he did a motion over his eye, like he was taking a picture.

Then he turned around, and I could see his face.

I had to stop my mouth from falling open.

He had eyeliner on, which was smudged from the sweat on his face. His hair, which was a bit longer than I knew Present-Day Gerard's was, curved around his face and stuck to it. The features of his face had really been defined, and I swear he dropped down from heaven with a microphone in his hand.

He suddenly spotted me staring and smirked at me, the same one Younger Gerard had, prancing over next to me.

"I'm not," he sang, then grabbed the back of my head, extending the mic towards the- rather large- audience screaming at him, and pulled me into a kiss.

I barely registered them screaming, "Okay!" back at him. I opened my mouth and gasped into his. Had I not been within three inches of him, I wouldn't have heard him moan quietly in the back of his throat, but seeing as our faces were smashed together I noticed it. A bunch of huge squeals came from almost every girl in the audience, and I'm pretty sure a couple of (probably gay) dudes whooped, too.

I may have melted down into my converse.

If this had been real life, I probably would have frozen up and started freaking out from happiness, but since in dreams you can do anything you want I threw my guitar out of the way and threw my arms around his neck, kissing him furiously. He moaned again, a bit louder this time, but still only heard by me.

"Frank, what-" he began, but I tugged the guitar off of my neck and let it fall to the ground, pulling him closer.

The audience sung up at the stage, not caring that there was a lack of instruments and voice.

"Frank," he panted. "I didn't know that was how…you felt."

I pulled back for a second and looked at him, confused. "Then why'd you kiss me?"

He looked puzzled, too. "Frerard…?"

Suddenly, my dream-self decided to remember interviews and stage-kisses, all claiming it was for publicity.

"We're in a band?" I said, aghast.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Frank, are you feeling all right?"

I shook my head, grinning. "No, I'm not okay."

He grinned and smashed his lips back into mine.

I kissed him back, my mind getting hazier and hazier as my hands roamed his back. I groaned out his name, and suddenly everything became blurry.

"Gerard," I cried out again as he began to fade.

My eyes snapped open.

It really was a dream. I sighed, flopping over onto my side, only to be met with the same person in my dream.

Did I seriously just do that? Dreaming about kissing him while he was sleeping over? God, it's a good thing I'm not very perverse, or who knows what else might've happened.

I heard Gerard mumble something and snapped back to reality.

He flopped over onto his stomach and groaned something into my pillow.

"What was that, Gee?" I laughed quietly.

He groaned again.

"Frank…"

My eyes widened and I leaped backwards, doing a what-the-fuck-just-happened pose.

"Gee? You awake?"

Suddenly, he sat bolt upright, sweating and shivering at the same time.

"Gee?"

He looked at me and sighed in relief. "Oh thank God. What are you doing?" he added, looking at me weirdly. I realized I was still sprawled out over my side of the bed.

"Nothing. Are you okay?"

He shook his head. "Yeah. I just had a nightmare. Did I wake you up?"

"No."

"Oh."

"What was your nightmare about?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "You were at my house, and we were in my room, and then Mikey came in…and started beating the absolute shit out of you, and I couldn't do anything…"

He sniffed.

I put my hand on his shoulder and began rubbing it absentmindedly. "It's okay. That didn't happen. It was just a dream."

He rolled his eyes. "Really?" he said, his voice oozing sarcasm.

I laughed. "Yep."

He smiled. "So, why were you up?"

I hoped he couldn't see the blush on my face because of the darkness. "Uh, I had a dream, too…"

"A nightmare?"

"Not exactly. Gerard, what were we, um, doing before Mikey came in?"

I'm pretty sure he blushed, too. "Just…talking."

"Yeah. Cool. I'm going to bed."

"Same."

I curled back under the covers and let my brain wander for hours before sleep took over me, though it was probably only a minute.

Sorry about that, guys...