Author's note: So, here is another chapter I promised. Here you go, happy reading and don't forget to review! :)

I woke up in the morning and went to have a shower and get dressed. I came down to the kitchen and saw that Gerard, Frank and Bob were already there, sitting at the table with large mugs of coffee in front of each of them, while eating some Lucky Charms.

"Morning, guys!"

"Morning Chloe!" came from my bro and Bob. Gerard also tried to say something, but his mouth was full of lucky charms, so he just started to cough. We all burst into laughter. When he finally stopped coughing and swallowed everything what was in his mouth, he managed to say: "Buon giorno!"

We all looked at him. I knew a bit of Italian, so I understood that he was saying good morning.

"I haven't heard you speaking Italian for ages, Gee! Months and months! You should speak with Mikey, it's so nice to listen to it, even we all don't have an idea what are you talking about!" Bob said. Gerard smiled and nodded.

"Are we going to the studio today?" I asked. They all shot me a look that could kill me.

"No. Of course not!" Frank said.

"Why not?"

"You can't do anything like this until the end of August! The doctors forbid it!"

"But Frankie-!"

"No buts. If is this going to help you, we're going to abstain with you!" Frank's voice didn't leave any space for protests or discussion. I just sighed once more and started eating my bowl of Lucky Charms. When I finished, I changed a look with Gee.

"Gee, will you go painting with me?"

"Sure. What do you need?"

"I'm thinking about oil painting. Can you get me a piece of canvas?"

"Let's go take a look in the basement into my art room. We'll find something there, don't worry,"

We went together to the basement door. We turned to the door on the right side of the basement corridor. I've never been in there. It's Gerard's art room, no one's usually coming here. I smiled as he held the door for me and we both entered. I gasped. The walls were covered in paintings of different kinds. There was a table, so full of pictures that it had to broke from the weight of them, even they were just papers. The room was messy, but the smell of art was so familiar. I inhaled it happily. Gerard went to the far corner of the art room and papers started to fly out of the box in which he was trying to find something..

I came closer to the table. There was a small picture sketched by pencil laying on the top of the other papers. I took a closer look and took it in my hand. It felt out as I recognized the people on the picture.

"Got the canvas for you!" Gee called happily. I turned around to see him handing me a canvas, about meter by meter big. It was perfect for the picture I planned to paint.

"Should I leave, or can I stay?" Gee asked. "Stay, please," I answered. I place the canvas onto one of the many holders in the room, while taking a painting brush. I chose some colors I needed and turned to face the holder. The canvas was turned so Gerard couldn't see what I was painting.

"You are not sketching it before?"

"Nope. I know exactly how I want it to look," I answered and started to paint. Another half an hour was spent by silence. "Gee?"

"Hey,"

"I saw the picture,"

"What are you talking about?"

"The picture you drew. The picture of me and Mikey," I spilt it out. There was a heavy silence for few seconds. I came to the chair he was sitting on, still holding the painting brush. My eyes filled with tears and they started running down my cheeks in few seconds. There were falling on the floor and when I leaned closer to Gee, even on his clothes, along with the dark red drops from the painting brush. "Is there anything everyone else know and just I don't?" I shouted at him. He smiled and pulled me into his lap. He let me sob into his t-shirt, while whispering something in Italian. "I know that you love him," he said then. I gave up. "Yeah. I do! But Gee, he seems so unsure! I don't know what to expect from him. He told me he has to think about it. Gee!" I broke into tears once again. "Lui ti ama," he whispered. But I heard only some sort of whispers and not the actual meaning. "Shhhh. Don't cry. Don't cry, sweetheart. It's going to be okay. Let's change the subject. Your birthday is in two weeks! What do you want for you birthday?"

"You know that I have birthday?"

"Of course I do! I should know, when is my best friend's birthday, don't you think so?" he said smiling. If I wouldn't be hugging him before, I'd definitely go and hug him now. I just squeezed him tightly in my arms. "Ti voglio bene," he said. I heard him this time. "Anche io ti voglio bene," I whispered. I felt him stiffen.

"You can speak Italian?"

"I can. A bit," I nodded. He started laughing and placed a kiss above the right corner of my mouth. "Ti voglio bene! Ti voglio bene! Ti voglio bene, Natalia!" he repeated then, laughing. His Italian accent was perfect. " E ancheo io ti voglio bene!" I replied and laughed with him. Then I went to finish off my picture. It took me another two hours to finish it. Gerard stayed there whole time and didn't complain about nothing.

"I'm done!"

"May I see it?"

"You may. Come, take a look!" I said and watched his facial expression as he rose from the chair and went to stand behind me. His eyes widened when he saw my painting.

"I think it's one of the best pictures I ever painted," I said, more to myself than to him. "I think that...it's beautiful," Gee whispered. I had to admit that I loved the picture so far. It was one single rose. Dark red one, with black lems. There were droplets all over it.

"You are very talented," Gee stated.

"Thanks. It means a lot, to hear it from you,"

And that was it. Next two weeks I spent by doing the same thing as that day. I was usually closed in the art room, alone or with Gee. I wasn't allowed to play guitar or piano, even listening to music was forbidden. I started to write a song. I hoped to compose music to it later.

It was August the seventh and I woke up, starting to smile like an idiot immediately. Today was my fifteenth birthday.

"Good morning! Happy birthday!" were the first words I heard today. They were from Ray, who was the first one to see me as I came down. "Thanks, Ray!" I answered, giving him a hug.

"Chloe! Happy birthday!" Bob joined Ray. I also thanked him and hugged him. We were agreed that I'm gonna get presents in the evening, when we will really celebrate.

"Happy birthday, my little sister!" called Frank then. "Thanks. I love you, Frankie,"

"I love you too," he answered and we went to have breakfast. The only people missing were the brothers. I was eating, when someone's hands landed on my eyes.

"Buon Compleanno!" that someone said while kissing my cheek. "Grazie, Gerard!"

I answered and raised my arms to him blindly. He hugged me from the back. I felt happy. But something was still missing.

Author's note: Hope you guys liked this. About the Italian sentences there, I'm not Italian, so I'm not sure if they're grammatically correct. If they are not, please forgive me. Thanks, BajaSt xxx :)

Buon Giorno – Good Morning!

Lui ti ama – He loves you.

Ti voglio bene. – I love you. (But in a friendly way.)

Ancheo io to voglio bene. – I love you too.

Buon Compleanno! – (Happy Birthday!)