Song to listen to throughout this chapter: (A/N AT THE FOOTER TOO! READ AFTER! :D )

Ed Sheeran: Firefly. (LISTEN, I COMMAND)

BLAKE

"Get up" Gee shouted. One of my eyes dared to open to see a very bright and very happy looking Gerard stand over me.

"It's a bit hard for me to do that since I can't walk." I murmured before closing me eyes again.

"Get up and spread your wings, today is a new day and you shall grow." Gerard said, bloody hippy.

"I swear that's what you say to your penis every morning." I muttered without opening my eyes.

"That's it." He pulled at my arms until I sat upright. I groggily rubbed at my eyes.

"You're a tool."

"You're a fart."

"I know, I know, I'll go brush my teeth." I told him. He lifted me up and put me in my wheel chair. I looked him up and down, he was fully dressed in black skinny jeans and a Nick Cave t-shirt, and he had a woolly camel hat on with a giant ass pom-pom .

"I have a woolly Christmas jumper to go on top. It's awesome it has reindeer." He added as if realising what I was doing.

"Lord I'm looking forward to seeing you in that." I sat infront of the bathroom mirror and started brushing my teeth and Gerard watched me, leaning against the door frame with a grin. I stopped brushing and looked quizzically at him.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Well today's Bob's birthday, in two days times it'll be Christmas and in three weeks you're having your operation! What is there not to be happy about?" I shrug at his answerer and continue brushing my teeth...and Spit. I turn around my chair and face Gee.

"Okay I need to take a bath, but afterwards you can show me that jumper of yours." I smile.

"Yeah." Gerard nods before walking out. I watch him as he walks out. I can't help but think about the fact that he's given me so much support, but since he quite drugs and tried to kill himself, I've done nothing. I've actually just been ignoring it. We both have. I sigh and busy myself in filling the bath.

GERARD

I smile at myself in the mirror as I try on my reindeer jumper. I like it, despite the fact that I know Blake will tease me. To be honest, I'm nervous about tonight. I'll be surrounded with alcohol and drugs and I might not be able to control myself. I'm hoping Blake will keep me away from it. It's been really hard, giving up. Those few years one tour were mad, realising two albums was mad, my grandmother dying was mad, but I'm growing thanks to it. Just as Blake has due to this accident. Every day I see her become less bitter. When she first was paralyzed she would just cry hopelessly, but now she's got that spark back about her. The way she has a clever remark for any situation. The way she laughs, the way she smiles. That's what I really love about her and that's what's she's getting back. I smooth down my jumper and push my hat a bit further back. All these layers are good, because it's -8 outside and I can't afford heating. I hear Blake shout for me. I know this means I need to help her out of the bath. We need to go a show with a seat or something because it's getting a bit awkward me picking her up even thought she bathes in a vest and knickers now. I walk in and see her, her head leaned against the back of the bath.

"Any real man would have taken liberties with this situation by now." She laughs. I get a towel and scoop her up in it before sitting her on her seat.

"I'm not going to lie the day you can walk will be the best."

"Yeah I know, not long now. I'm getting better every day. I'm almost of competent on my feet as Michael Jackson."

"Oh and with your hands." I laugh. She brings the towel to her hair and starts drying off.

"Okay, you can go now perv." She says pointedly. I just laugh and walk away.

BLAKE

After a ridiculously long amount of time I decided to wear a pair of high wasted, skinny vintage blue jeans, a tucked in mint silk shirt and brown loafers. I did my makeup minimalist with natural pink lips and mascara. I let my hair hand loose in ringlets. I was excited about the party tonight, but even more excited about giving Bob his present from Gerard and me. I loved giving people presents! I wheeled myself out of my room and waited b the stairs. I swear, I'm lucky I wasn't any heavier because just imagine Gerard trying to carry me up and down stairs then.

"Gerard! I need to be carried away into the sunset!" I called; he appeared out of his bedroom.

"Okay, I'm not going to lie. That is the best sweater I have ever seen."

"Really?" He asked, taken back.

"Yeah, I love it." I smiled enthusiastically.

"Well I like your outfit too, you look hot." He chuckled. I giggled, it was nice to get those feelings again. The ones I had when we just met before we knew all of each other's problems. The feeling I got when he entered the room and my mouth would go dry and I'd think 'Jesus, he's cute as fuck." Because he was, wasn't he? He scooped me up and walked me down the stairs, I kind of felt like a child in his arms and in the nature of a child I randomly decided to poke him on the cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked as he put me down on the sofa and went back for my wheelchair.

"Because you're very poke-able." I shouted to him. I heard him laugh from up the stairs, along with some clunks as my wheelchair came down the stairs.

"Do you know how wrong that sounds?" He chuckled as he appeared with my wheel chair. He bent down and put me on t and with a deep breath in he looked back to admire his work.

"I think you can walk and you and the doctors are in cahoots to get my fit again."

"Yes, that's exactly what the last 5 months have been about." I giggled.

"Now let's be off, we need to go see Bob."

By the time we got the Mikey's ever one was there waiting for us.

"About time you showed up." Frank mumbled as he opened the door.

"Hey Bob!" I rushed over and gave him a kiss "Happy Birthday." Gee followed me through and noddd along.

"Okay, now we're all here- can we give out the presents?" Frankie asked.

"Yes, of course you may." Bob said in a theatrically posh voice before greedily grabbing presents of us. It was nice being with my friends, I sat next to Alicia and watched as the guys all joked around. Alicia turned to me half way through, when no one was listening and said:

"So how are you?"

"I'm fine. Looking forward to having my operation."

"Oh god yeah, Mikey told me. And you'll be able to walk after it?"

"Not immediately, but yes." I smiled.

"And how are you and Gerard?" She asked. I eyes flitted over to Gerard, he was sat on his knees doing an Oprah impression.

"We're getting along fine."

"Still just friends?" I turned to her quickly, afraid that someone might have heard.

"Alicia!" I whisper shouted.

"So that's a no then. Look, you need to get in their fast."

"What like you did with Mikey?" I asked sarcastically. She didn't respond, she just held up her hand. I looked at it in confusion before realising she had an engagement ring on.

"Yes just like I did with Mikey." She smiled. My jaw dropped.

"Hey what are you girls talking about?" Mikey asked.

"Nothing." Alicia answered before I could. I gave her a confused look.

"Blake why don't you come with me to go get a soda."

"Umm alright?" I said unsurely. She got up and walked out and I followed her into the kitchen and closed the door.

"OH MY GOD! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?" I screamed.

"Last night! It's was magical, he got down on one knee and everything." She smiled.

"It's beautiful." I said casting an eye over her giant diamond ring.

"Don't the others know" I asked.

"No, I felt like I should tell you first, but Mikey and I will be telling everyone tonight."

"I'm so happy for you."

GERARD

I watched as Alicia and Blake came back through and sat with the group again. From the look of Blake's face I figured Alicia told her about being engaged to Mikey. Obviously I already knew, he had told me his plan about three weeks ago and called me up last night when he had proposed. I was so happy for my little brother, but the idea of him getting married messed with my head. I could still see him wearing diapers. The convocation had died down and we were all in a hum of excitement for tonight, except for Bob who didn't know that tonight was happening. I saw Mikey see this as his chance for his announcement .

"Guys, Alicia and I have something to tell you." He nervously smiled, pointing his gaze to Alicia.

"We're engaged. I popped the question last night." Every one held their breath for a second before all hell broke loose.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jamia laughed.

"I'm so happy for you." Ray said hugging Alicia. Suddenly the room was alive again with Alicia reciting how Mikey had asked and I couldn't help but smile.

"That's great news, guys." I nodded my head "But, we also have another surprise, don't we?" I looked around the room.

"Yeah, I think it's time to tell you honey." Kaitlin told Bob.

"What?"

"Well..." I got up and walked over to Bob.

"Follow me." I said calmly, he did as he was told and he followed me to Mikey's garage along with everyone else. We all looked inside to see stacks of beer and soda and shit.

"This is the supply for your party."

"My party?"

"Yes and the guests should be getting here in about an hour."

Bob looked to me.

"You're a sly dick, you know that Gee." He smiled before giving me a hug and running into the garage with glee.

At about nine that night the part was in full swing. Everybody and anybody were there. There were friends from tour, college students, the guys from the local comic book store and loads of random teenagers crashing. I could see Mikey running around, waving his arms about frantically trying to stop any breakages. I was sitting on a couch, my head leaned back trying to cool down. My cheeks were burning from the heat from the masses of surrounding people. I straightened my neck to see Bob leading a very small yet very loud conga line.

"Join us!" He screamed above the noise of the people. I shook my head with a grin before looking to my left and right, surveying the prey. Yeah, most girl don't know about that. When a guys out he can either be a hunter or a predator or well gay. Hunters are the average guy like me, looking for a girl to go home with, but well a predator is something else. He's obsessive, stalkerish and persistence. I only know one guy like that and he got kicked out of my school for being caught in the girl's locker, smelling some knickers. True story. Most of the girls here are too young though or well too annoying. I have standards, I don't go for any old tart. To be honest I haven't really been with a girl since the tour and even then my heart wasn't in it. It's confusing. I feel like I need to just pull myself together.

BLAKE

To be honest, being in a wheelchair and at a house party is no fun. I was sitting in the corner with Alicia and Christa, but both of them disappeared after a while. I sat tapping my fingers against my knees, blowing air out of my mouth in boredom. I could see Gerard across the room, he was sitting in a similar position to me on a couch. He looked bewildered by the groups of people, I caught his eyes- giving him a small smile. He returned one sympathetically. He looked around for a second before getting up and slowly making his way over to me. As he sits down on the floor next to me, legs crossed, he sighs.

"Not much fun being at a party when you can't drink." He stated simply without looking at me, his head leant against the wall.

"Not much fun when you can't dance." I say too. There's a silence for a second before I turn to face him. A smile shone on my face and I could feel it growing.

"It's sucks to be you." I tell him. He looks at me questionably.

"How come?"

"You can do neither." I smiled laughing.

"Oh really? From I remember you never complained about my skills before."

"It's called manners." I explain.

"Ah, I see." He chuckles before biting down on one of his nails, his eyes looking towards the crowds. Mine linger on his face, contemplating what to do.

"Do you still have Devlin the devil?" He asks without looking at me. I don't get what he's talking about for a second, but then it clicks.

"Yeah." His eyes find mine.

"I still have the wrapper from the muffin you gave me, from Starbucks, on our first day living together." I'm shocked, a drawing is one thing, but a cooperate wrapper is another thing.

"Why?" Gerard's face leans closer in to mine, he looks almost confused at my question. Seconds tick by before he says anything.

"You want to know the truth?" He asks solemnly. I nod as a response.

"I felt like I'd need it someday. As if the fact you gave me it, gave it importance." I stared blankly into his eyes. I could feel them trying to figure out my emotions. I just smile.

I fell in love next to you
Burning fires in this room
It just fits
Light and smooth
Like my feet in my shoes
Little one, lie with me
Sew you heart to my sleeve
We'll stay quiet
Underneath shooting stars
If it helps you sleep
And hold me tight
Don't let me breathe
Feeling like
You won't believe

There's a firefly
Loose tonight
Better catch it
Before it burns this place down
And I lie
If I don't feel so right
But the world looks better
Through your eyes

Teach my skin
Those new tricks
Warm me up
With your lips
Heart to heart
Melt me down
It's too cold
In this town
Close your eyes
Lean on me
Face to mouth
Lips to cheek
Feeling numb
In my feet
You're the one
To help me
Get to sleep

And hold me tight
Don't let me breathe
Feeling like
You won't believe

There's a firefly
Loose tonight
Better catch it
Before it burns this place down
And I lie
If I don't feel so right
But the world looks better
Through your eyes

It's only been
One night of love
And maybe
That is not enough

Hold me tight
Don't let me breathe
Feeling like
You won't believe

It's only been
One night of love
And maybe
That's not enough

Hold me tight
Don't let me breathe
Feeling like
You won't believe

There's a firefly loose tonight
Better catch it
Before it burns this place down
And I lie
If I don't feel so right
But the world looks better
Through your eyes

His lips are soft against mine, his large hands cup around my face. As I pull back I feel his fingers stroke my skin, sending tingles throughout my body.

"You never knew." He whispered against my cheek. "Did you?" I shake my head.

"I love you."

-A/N-

Are you proud of me? Please say yes! I have uploaded three freaking chapter since Saturday! It's MONDAY! One a DAY! A DAY! I'm like some sort of Fanfiction robot writer!

I'M NOT GOING TO LIE, I'M LOVING THE AMOUNT OF REVIEWS I'M GETTING!

NOW MORE, MORE! I WANT MORE! *GREEDILY RUBS HANDS TOGETHER*

Thank you so much for reading! I love the fact I left you on this god awful cliffhanger.

"CAN YOU DO THAT?" I hear you say.

Well the simple answerer is... YEP.