Frank helplessly watched Gerard go and just stood there, all alone in an empty hallway, and took his face in his hands. A tear full of bitter regrets escaped his eye.

He heard a mocking whistle behind him and turned back to see Anthony, his side casually laid on the doorframe, hands in his pockets. He seemed more surprised than mocking though.

"Wow. Frank, I've known you mean, I've known you cheater, I've known you reckless, I've known you slutty - very slutty - but I didn't think you were this dumb."

"If you came here to insult me then you can go." Frank mumbled in a hoarse voice and sat down, looking away to hide his bloodshot eyes from his brother. "You won, is that what you wanted to hear? So drop your 'I told you so', I can tell you're dying to say it. But once you said it, get the fuck out and never come back."

Anthony completely ignored him and resumed where he had left off.
"But despite all of that, I've always thought you were kinda brave. You may or may not be happy with what you have but you fight to be, always have."

Frank frowned and looked up at him confusedly. That was the opposite of what he was expecting his brother to say.

"The bitchy stubborn Frank I know wouldn't give up on someone he loves so much. But maybe... Maybe I don't know him so well after all..." Anthony trailed off.

Frank stood up. "I don't deserve his love, Anthony! I don't deserve him! I don't even know how I feel anymore!"
He was trying really hard not to cry, which he was managing to do so far but his broken voice was betraying him.

Wow, he really is an emotional wreck, Anthony thought. Both him and Frank were more surprised every second by how things were turning out.

"Frank. This deep sensation of caring you're feeling? That's true love. Can't you see it? You deserve him, just as much as he deserves you. You make each other better. Happier. Don't you think you have the right to be?"

"But... What about you...?"

Anthony scoffed. "Since when do you care about me?"

"I-I can't. You two get along so well! You're right for him. You've always cared and been there for him - unlike me. That's not fair!"

"But... love isn't fair, Frank."

Frank gulped. Tears threatened to spill.

"There's nothing holding you back, so what are you waiting for? You love him. Go and tell him!"

Frank nodded and started walking away, but he turned back and pulled Anthony in a tight hug, burying his face in his brother's shoulder.

"Thank you Anthony, thank you..." Frank muttered. He couldn't hold his tears back anymore.

Anthony hugged back without having to think twice. "Shhh, it's okay. I know I haven't been the best brother - neither were you, if I may add - but it's over. I'm here for you now Frankie," he soothed. "Now go get him," he said and patted Frank's back.

Frank sniffled and nodded before jogging away. Gerard had left the party, but to go where?

Anthony sighed with a slightly wistful smile on his face, laying back his side on the doorframe again.

"Without me, these two idiots would end up like fucking Romeo and Juliet..."

He chuckled to himself before going back in the ballroom.

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Gerard jogged out of the school. It was starting to rain, great. A soaked shirt and hair was exactly what he needed - to fit his mood. Tears were running on his cheeks like rivers.

He would now just go home and get wasted, and maybe take out his old blades.

Frank doesn't love me. Everytime I give my heart to someone, I fail. I always fail. Is there even someone out there who loves me? Does love even exist? In the end, isn't it just a fantasy we've been taught since the earliest age?

"GERARD !" a voice yelled behind him.

Gerard turned around to see Frank running towars him under the rain, his bowtie untied, hanging loosely around his neck. Every one of Frank's strides were projecting water around in splashes and his suit and hair were beginning to get soaked, just like Gerard's.

Gerard stopped and so did Frank a few feet away from him, and bent in two to catch his breath because hey, he had been running like a madman for five minutes in the rain and it wasn't his fault if he wasn't freaking Usain Bolt. At least, he had found Gerard and it's all that mattered.

Frank looked up at Gerard's face where he could clearly see pain painted on. He wasn't sure if it was tears or drops of rain on his face. Gerard wasn't angry a bit, he was sad. He was just waiting for Frank to speak, for some explanation.

Frank straightened and put his hands in his pockets. His face was losing all the little composure he had managed to keep so far.

"Gerard, I'm an idiot. I'm the biggest fucking moron on Earth. I know we can't change the past but right now I wished we could go back in time, not only to erase the past hour or the past days but the past month - the past year, even."

Gerard listened carefully. What Frank was saying was leaving him everything but indifferent. Actually he felt like crying even more but inversely he managed to focus on Frank and calm himself down. Frank, on the other hand, was losing it and started crying.

"I wish we never fought, I wish I had never been the one I used to be. I'm so sorry, for everything that happened and if I made you sad because I know I did and for that, I'll never say sorry enough times to make any of us forget." Frank continued, ignoring the sky unleashing a flood on them and his eyes pouring just like the clouds.

"Frank, please don't... You have nothing to apologize for. Please, don't be like me; don't apologize for being yourself." Gerard softly spoke.

"I want you to know that I'm sorry too. I've just been so much of a weight... I understand if you don't want me..."

"Don't say that." Frank shook his head and Gerard frowned a little. "Gerard, can't you see it? I've never understood the true meaning of the word 'love' until I met you."

Wait, is he saying that...

"I think we started on the wrong foot, things could have turned so much better, but you know what? I don't care because in the end, I found you, Gerard. I just wish you never saw the old me..." Frank took a step closer and was now about four feet from Gerard.

"You know, they say we only get one shot at making a first impression, but... What if we started all over again?"

A silence settled as Frank was thinking and calmed down, all that could be heard were the raindrops. He eventually took one hand out of his jacket and held it to a confused Gerard.

"Hi, I'm Frank Iero." he casually spoke with a little smile on his face. "I'm a party guy who has just learnt that he's far from perfect. I'm a fuckboy, a slut, a manwhore, call it what you want. But my heart truly belongs to one person. I might act tough and my pride doesn't let me express how I truly feel, but if you take the time to look deeper, you will see that I love you."

Gerard giggled and took Frank's hand, shaking it with a grin on his face.

"Hi, I'm Gerard Way. I'm a depressed and traumatized emo boy. My self-hatred and axiety keeps me from appreciating life at its fullest. I'm faintly suicidal but only one person knows the words to keep my head out of the water. I often act before thinking which leads me to make dumb decisions, but if you look beyond all of that, you will see that I love you too."

Both of them giggled and spontaneously threw themselves in each other's arms and hugged tightly.

They were damped, their hair and clothes were sticking to their foreheads and bodies but they didn't care. They were in each other's arms and none of them wanted it to stop.

"Hey," Frank finally spoke in Gerard's shoulder, making the red hair pull back. "How about I give you that dance?"

Gerard nodded. He took Frank's hand and both of them went back to school.

They entered the ballroom and because they were soaked and water was dripping from their every piece of clothing, they were a little more noticeable than the average.

"Wait... I've got an idea, stay here." Frank said and left Gerard in the middle of the room surrounded by dancing people, but not before pecking his lips.

Gerard saw Frank exchange a few words with Pete, who nodded and spoke to Ryan and Josh. All of them went on stage and Gerard wondered if Frank really was about to do what he thought Frank was about to do.

Frank took a guitar and the mike and the music that was playing in the background stopped. The room went silent and everybody turned to Frank.

"Hi everyone. You probably all know me - at least you think you do. Anyway, I'm not here to do a nice little speech because I know how fucking boring they are and honestly, I've had enough emotional speeches for a lifetime tonight. So here's a song for my one and only."

Frank smiled at Gerard who felt crimson creep on his cheeks, and a few people followed Frank's gaze and turned to look at Gerard.

The band started playing then, and Frank began singing, bringing a hand to his heart.

"This Romeo is bleeding
But you can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up..."

Frank's gaze wasn't leaving Gerard.

"It's been raining since you left me
Now I'm drowning in the flood
You see, I've always been a fighter
But without you, I give up.

Now, I can't sing a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, that's just me

Yeah, I will love you baby
Always and I'll be there
Forever and a day, always."

Gerard brought his hand to his mouth, tears brimming his eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening and what he was hearing. This was a dream he never wanted to wake up from.

"I'll be there, till the stars don't shine
'Til the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
I know when I die you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you, always."

As he began singing the next verse, Frank looked at Anthony, who was intently listening to what his brother had to say, perhaps for the first time in ages.

"When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you've been needing to hear,
I wish I was him, 'cause these words are mine,
To say to you, 'til the end of times."

And then Frank looked at Gerard again. Gerard, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, staring at Frank. Everybody else around him was smiling and dancing, Gerard was the only one crying. But for once, those were tears of happiness. This song was meant for him.

"Yeah, I will love you, baby
Always and I'll be there
Forever and a day, always.
If you told me to cry for you, I could,
If you told me to die for you, I would,

Take a look at my face
There's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you

Well, there ain't no luck in these loaded dice
But baby, if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams and our old lives,
We'll find a place where the sun still shines

Yeah, I will love you, baby
Always and I'll be there
Forever and a day, always."

Everybody clapped as the song was over and Frank gave a quick salute before putting his guitar away and jumping off of the stage. Music started playing again and people went back to what they were doing.

Frank made his way through the crowd to reach Gerard, still moved by what had just happened. He gently put his hands on Gerard's waist. He knew the boy in front of him just was unable to speak a word at the moment, so Frank did. His heart was racing so fast that he was afraid it might explode in his chest.

"Gerard. I- I'm terrible with this whole declaration of love crap and I know it's going to sound fucking cheesy but... You are the sun lightening my sky. You're leading me through the darkness, you're brightening up my days." Frank paused and took the time to think.

"When I'm with you, I feel fucking happy like I've never had before. And I want to make you happy too, more than anything. I can't promise you that I will succeed, but I'll try my best. You deserve the world, you deserve everything, and I certainly don't deserve you, but..." Frank took a deep breath.

"Gerard Way. Will you be my boyfriend?"

A tear escaped Gerard's hazel eye, and after wiping it away, he hugged Frank tightly, leaving him nothing but confused.

"M-May I take that as a yes?"

Gerard sniffled and grinned at him. "Yes, of course yes."

Frank was the one grinning like an idiot now. He lifted Gerard's chin with his index then and pressed his lips on his love's.

Anthony was the first one to clap, and he was soon imitated by all his, Frank's, and Gerard's friends. Then the rest of the crowd quickly followed.

Gerard smiled against Frank's lips. "Are they clapping for us?"

"I think so."

"Well, let's give them a hell of a show then."

Their lips collided again in a deep, loving kiss then, making people cheer.

Anthony had seen the whole thing and honestly, nothing made him happier than seeing Gerard with the one and only person he truly deserved to be with.

Gerard and Frank hugged tightly again after kissing, and Anthony's heart bounced in an odd way when he saw Frank wink at him. It wasn't meant to be mean mocking in any way, no. That wink meant 'thank you', and Anthony had perfectly understood that. He nodded at his brother, a warm smile painted on his face.

Anthony had painfully lost Gerard's love, but not his affection. After all, loving someone means letting them go when you have to. Besides, Anthony had just won something just as precious : his brother's love and gratitude, something that deep down, both of the twins had always missed.

Gerard and Frank pulled back when 'Footloose' started playing and Gerard laughed.

"What is it?" Frank smiled confusedly at him.

"Frankie, let's dance !" Gerard took his arms and started bouncing, making Frank's heart flutter.

"That's not very punk rock..." Frank objected.

"Come on !" Gerard gave him doe eyes.

Frank rolled his eyes but grinned nonetheless. "I'm gonna regret saying this but, okay." He sighed and followed Gerard in his dance.

They began moving in rhythm and swaying just like everyone around them.

When the chorus arrived, Gerard placed himself next to Frank, giggling like crazy and threw one leg forth then the other and was soon imitated by Frank.

They were laughing and clapping in rhythm, and Frank couldn't remember the last time he had that much fun and emotions at a party - maybe because he never did. Both boys ended by laughing in each other's arms.

"Come on baby, let's get out of here before they start playing 'which doctor' or some shit."

Gerard nodded and the two of them left as the aforementioned song indeed began playing.

Frank walked Gerard home and the two of them ended up kissing on the porch.

"I love you, Gerard."

"I love you too, Frank."

And with these words that were more of promises than innocent sentences that Frank left and Gerard went home.

"Hey Gerard, how was it?" Mikey practically pounced on him.

"Mikey, how come you're not in bed? It's past 1 am!" Gerard scolded.

"Well, sorry Mom." Mikey rolled his eyes and followed Gerard who was going in his bedroom, a wide smile painted on his face.

Gerard took off his wet shirt and pants and got in his pyjamas. He fell on his bed and kept smiling, lost in his thoughts. Mikey sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed.

"Why are you grinning like an idiot?" Mikey asked.

Gerard snapped out of his thoughts and his head perked up. "I'm not," he frowned.

"You are. You have that goofy smile that you get when you're tingly."

Gerard didn't reply ; he just sighed in content and laid his head back on his pillow, basically dismissing what his brother had just said.

"Oh my god, you did it, didn't you! You and Anthony?!" Mikey gasped.

"No, we didn't."

"Then... Why are you smiling?" Mikey asked, kind of confused.

"I'll explain tomorrow..."

"Okay well, goodnight." Mikey stood up.

" 'Night."

Mikey was about to walk away when Gerard sat up and slapped his forehead, his eyes wide open. "My jacket !"

Mikey quietly laughed to himself.

"Jacket slut," he commented before closing Gerard's door.

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(Song of the chapter : "Always" by Bon Jovi)

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