The year slowly went by, Gerard's diary was filling, winter break was over now, and they were already at the beginning of February. Actually it was the day before Valentine's day.

Gerard sat down at the cafeteria next to Mikey and in front of Ray, as usual.

"So Ray, how is it going with Christa?" Brendon nudged his friend.

"Good, really good ! I read stuff with her at the library, I think we're getting closer. She's amazing, and so smart!"

"You're gonna ask her out tomorrow?" Gerard asked.

"I don't think so. For now we're just friends, we're not close enough. I don't want things to go too fast, I'll just try to spend most of the day with her."

"That's wise," Mikey said, his mouth full of pasta.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Ray demanded.

Brendon guffawed at this sentence like the very mature teenager he was.
Mikey rolled his eyes and Gerard chuckled. "God Ray, you're such a mom..."

"Can't help it."

"I'm really curious of what will happen tomorrow, especially with Gerard." Brendon stated, sipping his milk box.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, one of them's surely gonna make a move, if not both."

Gerard paled. That would make a mess. Maybe it was better for him to pretend he was sick tomorrow...

"Uh, in any case, Valentine's day is commercial..." Mikey huffed.

"Aww, Mikey baby, is that frustration in your voice?" Brendon teased and Mikey flushed.

"It's- I'm not-"

Gerard amusingly ruffled his brother's hair. "Yes you are! Don't worry, you'll find someone who loves you too, you know? Maybe sooner than you think."

Mikey grumbled something about all of it being bullshit and the bell rang.

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Today was D day.

Gerard had decided to go to school despite growing more and more anxious about all that could happen during this day.

He and Mikey arrived at the school and nothing out of the ordinary happened in the morning. Gerard sat down at the cafeteria at his usual spot.

"Where's Ray?"

"With his girl. I think it was kind of an euphemism when he said he and Christa were 'just friends'..." Brendon exaggerated a quotation marks motion with his fingers.

"What do you mean?"

"I saw them cuddle on the grass earlier" Brendon shrugged. "They were kinda cute, hope they'll go to the 'kiss step' pretty soon." he mimed a quotation mark again.

"Guys ! Guyyys !!" Mikey walked to them with an astonished expression painted on his face, and he pushed Gerard aside so he could sit next to him.

"Whoa, slow down, what's going on? You look kinda pale."

Mikey didn't even bother remarking that no one here was paler than Gerard.
"I- I received a note !"

"Amazing..."

"No, really, it had something written on it !"

"Mikey, are you gonna ramble about obvious stuff for long or do you have a point?"

Mikey pulled a note folded in four out of his jacket's pocket to his two friends. It was written quite well.

"It was in my locker. Is someone trolling me or some shit? I swear, if it's a prank-"

"-Shhh. I'm trying to read, dude." Brendon mumbled what was on it and Gerard bended over the table to get a glimpse while Mikey was nervously biting his nails.
"Whoa-ha..." Brendon snickered.

"What's on it?" Gerard asked.

"It's someone asking me to... To go on the roof with them. I don't know who but they say it's important, that they need to talk."

"Yeah, to 'talk'..." Brendon mimed quotation marks, again.

"Brendon, stop that thing with your fingers, you're not gonna do that all day, are you?" Gerard rolled his eyes.

"...You are aware that I could totally take that out of its context, right?"

"Yeah I know..." Gerard let out, regretting having phrased it that way.

"Hey, can we please focus here? My, uh, meating is right after lunch which is in like thirty minutes, what do I do?"

"Mikey, stop panicking ! And what do you mean 'what do I do?' " Brendon asked, this time avoiding any mime.

"I- I don't even know who that is ! What if I got... raped or something?"

Gerard chuckled. "You're not gonna get raped, it's just some dude that wants to tell you something."

"How do you know it's a dude?"

"I- I don't... I mean- it's kinda obvious... The writing?"

Mikey frowned. "Okay... But what if I screw up?"

"Mikey, you'll be fine." Gerard rolled his eyes in amusement. It had been a while since he last saw his brother so nervous.

"Yeah, you don't know that !"

"If they asked you to meet, then they already like you, no worry on that." Brendon added.

Mikey nodded and got up.

"Where are you going?"

"Six feet underground." Mikey rolled his eyes. "Just going for a walk, get myself ready."

"Don't be so tensed, you'll be great."

Mikey mumbled some sort of a 'thanks' before leaving. An amused silence settled between Brendon and Gerard.

"..."

"..."

"...I definitely know who this handwriting belongs to."

"Yeah, me too."

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It was the afternoon break and Gerard hadn't seen Mikey since lunch. He was wondering what he and Pete could be doing, but he had a vague idea of it.

He went outside to be greeted by Anthony. "Hey Gee, I haven't seen you today yet, have I? How's your day? Anything... Particular?"

"Yeah, about half a dozen people asked me out today."

Anthony frowned and felt his heart stop for a split second. Holy shit. Am I too late?, he thought worriedly.

"...Anthony, I was joking. Geez, why is everybody so tensed today?"

"Oh, yeah, sure..." Anthony nervously giggled. "Can you come with me on the field?"

"Sure"

Gerard followed Anthony on the field behind the school on which were practised most of the outside sports such as running or soccer. Actually they were near it, where the grass wasn't really mowed, so it was littered with clumps of grass that reached their ankles.

"What did you-" Gerard was cut by the sight of Anthony, holding out a superbe rose at him.

Gerard blushed. It was purple and beautiful. How did Anthony know roses were his favorite?

"You gave me a rose, I thought it would only be fair that I give you one back..."

Gerard took the rose and smiled. "It's beautiful, thanks. Did you... Did you paint it?"

Antony chuckled awkwardly. "I did, I couldn't find any real purple rose anywhere so I just thought it could work..."

"It's perfect."

"Gerard I-... If I'm here, today- I mean now... It's because I..." Anthony gulped to chase a knot in his throat that just wouldn't leave.
"It's because I- I lo... I..." he stuttered, and Gerard's confused bright eyes really weren't helping. Anthony's eyes said 'I love you', but his mouth just wouldn't follow.

"You what? Everything alright Anthony?"

"Gerard I- I lo... I... I like you."
Anthony was yelling at himself so loudy in his head, for being so goddamn shy and anxious and not having the guts to admit out loud what was obvious to so many people but Gerard.

Gerard smiled warmly. "I like you too."

"Y-you do?" Anthony was pretty sure he looked like a lost puppy now.

"Of course, you really matter to me."

Anthony ignored his twisted guts in his stomach and his sore throat, and finally managed to verbalize the sentence he had imagined saying to Gerard in all the possible ways, repeating it like a theater play, at night, in the shower or in front of his mirror.

"Be my Valentine then?"

Gerard's eyes widened and an awkward settled as he processed the request. Eventually he grinned and nodded.

And with that sole gesture, Anthony's heart fluttered in his chest and suddenly, all his stress was gone. Gerard had taken it away without even speaking a word.

It was quite an indescribable feeling; Anthony wanted to bounce with joy but he actually just froze, gazing at Gerard's hazel orbs. He had such beautiful eyes...

Gerard was also looking at him for what seemed like an eternity, but none of them minded the silence. It wasn't awkward, it just felt good. They enjoyed just gazing at each other.

They didn't realize they had slowly come closer, until their faces were only a few inches apart. Gerard shyly reached out for Anthony's hands, still holding the rose.

He was drowning in Anthony's eyes, they were like pools of honey.

Anthony's gaze was oscillating between Gerard's two eyes, admiring their green-hazel shade. Their lips were now brushing and Gerard could sense Anthony's light breath on his lips.

After a moment of hesitation, Anthony decided to make the move, and softly pressed his lips on Gerard's. They both closed their eyes, their hands still connected, and Gerard dared applying a little more pressure on the kiss.

Anthony let go of Gerard's hands and sheepishly put his hands on Gerard's waist. Gerard began slowly moving his lips and was soon imitated by the black-haired boy in front of him.

They didn't want it to end, ever. It was slow and gentle. None of them wanted to pull away, so they tacitly agreed on keeping going until the break ended.

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Frank had looked for Gerard everywhere but couldn't find him, or Pete, or Mikey, or Gerard's fro friend, not even Anthony.

Where the hell is everybody?

He ran into Brendon, who indicated him that he had seen Gerard go on the field behind the school.

Frank jogged over there, and as you can guess, he saw Anthony and Gerard hold hands. Frank turned a ridiculously deep shade of red.
What's going on?! They're so close to each other, what the hell?!

Frank's mouth remained agape when he saw Anthony kiss Gerard and hold him by the waist. He thought Anthony had given up !

Frank wanted to walk in and stop them, throw Anthony in a trashcan and fly away with Gerard. But if he did, Frank knew Gerard would never forgive him for ruining that moment he was having with Anthony.

They didn't look like they were going to pull apart anytime soon so Frank just left, he couldn't watch this anymore. He felt his heart pump and wanted to cry. That didn't mean he would though.

Had Gerard already forgotten about their kiss? It was a few months ago but still... Didn't it mean something for him, for both of them? Because for Frank, that kiss surely meant the world.

Frank wanted to talk to Gerard, laugh with him, take him on the hill again and kiss him in the sunset. In fact, he wanted to live that other day again and again, because it really was one of his sweetest memories.

Now that Frank had had a taste of love, he never wanted it to stop, and he surely never wanted to be alone anymore.

He needed Gerard. Love was a drug Frank had just got addicted to, and Gerard was the only supplier Frank could ever meet.

Frank closed his eyes and tried to soothe himself by remembering all the things he had felt back then on the hill, how Gerard's lips tasted, how gorgeous he always looked, how caring he was, and how much Frank loved him.
Yes, Frank Iero truly was in love.

He had doubted during long sleepless nights, he had even tried to convince himself otherwise, that Gerard was just another toy he was stealing from his brother, but Frank was sure of it now.

He loved Gerard Way.

Frank had got caught in his own trap. He had wanted to make Gerard fall in love with him for his own personal revenge, to make Anthony suffer; but it turned out that Frank was the lovestruck one now.

Frank was genuinely head over heels for Gerard and loved him with all his heart.

The big fucking heart of the biggest fucking idiot.

Height of the irony : Frank was the one suffering now.

But Frank was a fighter - a stubborn bitch, in other words. He wouldn't give up so easily.

And Anthony wouldn't believe Frank on the fact that he truly loved Gerard, just as much as him and even more? Fine. Frank had nothing to prove to him.

It wasn't a game, an act or childplay anymore. Now it was personal.
Frank wasn't solely fueled by revenge and hate anymore but also by love - which probably was even more dangerous.

At the moment, both twins couldn't be more in love with the pale, red-haired boy, and more determined to win his heart and give him the happy life he deserved.

And this is where it gets complicated.

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And now, team Frank or team Anthony?