Why did I just fuck Jamia and not care about Gerard's feelings? Because, if I throw the bate, and he doesn't bite onto it, I'm not gonna stop my life till he does, I'll just throw him back in the water and get a easier fish.

"Ciao Franco!" Jamia yells, smirking at me.

"Bye Jam." I mumbled. I look around for Gerard. I see him with Lindsey. Lindsey has been hitting on Gerard since he got here. Same with the test of the girls. But, so have I.

"Hey, Frank, I uh, think your father wants us to go back to have lunch." Gerard said.

"All the fucking time! Eating!" I mutter.

Later That Day

Everyone was dancing at this part except me. I seen Gerard dancing with Lyn-Z, or, Lindsey. She was really pissing me off. Why, I don't know.

I just light up a cigarette and drink while talking to the rest of the girls.

At one point Gerard walks over.

"Hey, Frank, wanna go?" Gerard asked, completely sober somehow.

"Sure." We walk home, we had forgotten our bikes, and we didn't have a car. Once we got there, Gerard and I sit in the living room by the fire. I turn to him.

"Why didn't you have anything to drink? Or have a cig?" I ask.

"I uh, I'm afraid that if I do I'll uh, relapse..." He mumbled.

"Oh, oh my, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked-"

"It's fine, you didn't know. I'm heading to bed. Good night Frankie." He smiled, walking up stairs. I soon walked up too and got ready for bed.