I put a mini Gerard-point-of-view in this. Just this once.

The next day, Gerard didn't even talk to me.

I supposed he was sulking over his epiphany, having finally admitted it to himself, but of course he didn't even know I knew as well.

"Gerard?" I called up the stairs, to where he was lurking in my room.

No response.

I stomped over to the door and pushed it forcefully open.

"Get out."

"No."

"Get. Out," he growled again, more demanding.

"Well, I love you, too," I snapped. He froze.

"Oh, geez, dude, not like that," I snorted.

I could feel his expression drop, even though he was facing the wall.

I was lying, of course. Somehow I had fallen for him.

It's so fucking cliché.

"Good. I'm glad you don't. It would be pointless."

Gerard, I know that's not true.

"Yeah, it would. Bye."

I knew how he felt. Non-existant vampire tears were flowing down his cheeks right now.

So I walked over to him and knelt down. By now, I'm pretty much fearless.

"What the hell do you want?" he murmured.

"Gerard, I'm here for you. You can tell me anything. We're friends, remember?" I whispered. His expression softened.

"I…I wish I could, but I just can't. I just…"

"Why not?"

"You'd hate me."

"Try me," I said quietly.

He shook his head.

As casually I could, I patted his arm and kissed his cheek. "Friends, alright?"

He nodded this time, showing no emotion, but I knew he liked that kiss.

I left the room, leaving a dead but aching heart behind.

Gerard

Frank has no idea. I didn't think an un-beating heart could love, but what I feel for that boy is definitely something other than bloodlust. I want to do more than suck his blood. I want to kiss him, to hold him…

I gently rubbed the spot where his lips had touched my cheek, then brought my fingers to my mouth, kissing them. I know, I'm pathetic.

The reason I know it's more than a desire for his ink was because of the one time I dared kiss him. It wasn't to see if he loved me, but more that I loved him. Turns out I was right. The adrenaline rush I didn't think I was capable of having…

And every time he would accidentally brush my arm or something, I would have to stop myself from doing something ridiculous.

I'm so pitiful.

I'm a vampire in love.

With a human who doesn't love him back.

Maybe I should go shopping for a wooden stake.

End Gerard

I want to see how long I can last without just going up to Gerard and confessing everything.

It's not like I want him to suffer. I just want him to grow a set and admit it to me first.

About an hour later, he trudged downstairs, looking slightly depressed. Hadn't made up his mind yet, I guessed.

"Hey," I offered. He just grunted in response.

I slowly began chopping lettuce for salad. Then, I missed the leaf.

The blade slipped.

My skin split.

Usually, I wouldn't be concerned; it was a tiny cut. But there was a vampire in my house. Now I'm screwed.

In less than two seconds, he was leaning on the counter, staring at my bleeding finger. He grabbed a paper towel, and, with so much self-control it was impressive, wiped it up. A drop fell onto his index finger.

I looked up at him staring at his bloody hand intensely.

"Do you think you can handle it?" I asked in a low voice.

He nodded. "I'm pretty sure," he murmured, raising his finger to his lips.

I watched him closely. He seemed controlled enough.

Slowly, he licked my blood off his finger. I inhaled sharply as he did so, awaiting his reaction.

He closed his eyes tight.

"That…" he forced out, apparently lost for words.

"Gerard," I warned.

He shook his head, clearing it. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. That was just…" he opened his eyes and looked at me.

He pushed away from the counter and stalked off to the couch.

I honestly wondered if he was PMSing.

I cracked up at the end. Kudos to Gerard for acting like a girl on her period. It's so fun. I'm so mean. Love you, next chapter will be longer! Smooches!