I whimpered nervously as I looked over the edge of the bench. We were on a ski lift and I was so terrified.

"Hey, Baby, it's okay," Frank whispered.

He tried to hold my hand but it was a little difficult with our big gloves.

"It's like that scene from the movie where the people got stuck on a ski lift and then they died and one fell off and broke his legs and was eaten by wolves," I said.

"What are you talking about?" He asked with a small chuckle.

"That's what happened, right?" I asked. "I-I don't know, I'm too scared to remember right now."

Frank leaned over, pressing his lips against mine. I felt myself relax as I kissed back, his tongue softly pushing in between my lips. I whimpered quietly, kissing him back desperately.

"I love you," I whispered.

Frank rest his forehead against mine as he smiled.

"I love you too," he said. "And I'm glad you're finally happy."

I nodded my head and we got to the part I dreaded most at the top.

"H-how do we get off?" I asked nervously.

"Just push off," he said.

We got to the top and I lost my balance and ended up falling on my face in the store. Frank helped me up and brought me over to the side. His mom and Diana came up on the next lift, his dad and grandpa back at the cabin.

"Alright, let's go to the bunny hill," Frank said.

I walked awkwardly in my skis to the hill and bit my lip.

"I-I don't think I can do this," I whimpered.

"You just bend your knees and go," Frank said. "This slope is straight and it isn't very steep."

I whimpered as I watched a five year old beside me go down the hill on his own.

"I'm a little nervous," I whimpered.

"That's okay, I'll be right by your side the entire time," he said.

I nodded my head, holding onto the poles. Frank went over all the basics and the next thing I knew I was going down the hill. I whimpered nervously, my movements all slow and shaky. Frank stayed beside me the entire time, his moves a lot more smooth and professional.

"You're doing great!" Frank cheered.

We got to the bottom and I smiled proudly.

"I knew you could do it," he said, giving me a kiss. "You wanna go again?"

I nodded my head and we went back up to the top of the hill. It was a little easier this time now that I wasn't so scared. Soon enough I was a little bit better and my moves became more fluent. We got to the bottom and I giggled happily as I kissed Frank's cheek.

"Let's take a little break," he said.

I nodded and we took off our skis and equipment before going into a little lounge. We sat by the fireplace and I didn't realize how tired I was until I flopped down into the armchair. Frank smiled, sitting down next to me. I giggled happily as we both squeezed into the one seat. He wrapped his arms around me, holding my close to him.

Thankfully there wasn't really anyone else here so i didn't mind being so open with Frank. He kissed my cheek and I blushed softly, burying my face into his shoulder.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," he said.

I looked over at him and smiled, a soft blush on my cheeks.

"What is it?" He asked with a small chuckle.

"Nothing, I've Just never been this happy before," I said. "Not since my dad and brother passed away."

"You deserve to be happy," he whispered. "You deserve everything."

Frank gave me a soft kiss and I giggled.

"I want to stay here forever," I mumbled.

"Maybe one day when I'm done with college we can move up here," he said. "We can get a little house and raise a couple of cute little kids."

I smiled, giving him a kiss.

"I love you," I said.

"Are you hungry? We can go to the cafeteria and get some soup," he said.

I nodded and followed him to the empty cafeteria. It was nice here too, everything modern and fancy yet relaxed at the same time. We got some soup and sat down at a little high top table in the corner.

"Try this," Frank said.

He fed me a bite of his soup and I smiled.

"It's really good," I said.

Frank smiled and kissed my cheek.

"I would offer you some of mine but there's chicken in it," I said, looking down at my chicken noodle soup.

"Have you ever tried my mom's vegetarian chicken noodle soup?" He asked.

"That's a thing?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's really good, maybe my mom can make it sometime while we're here," he said. "My mom used to make it for me when I was younger whenever I got sick. She would take the day off work and we would spend the whole day eating chicken noodle soup and watching cartoons."

"Your mom is so sweet," I said.

Frank nodded. "Sometimes I think it's just because she feels guilty. When I was younger she dated a guy who didn't like me and would hit me. She didn't know it but when she found out she almost killed him, she actually threatened him with a knife and wouldn't put I down until the police came. And I think that she's just so guilty about bringing him into my life that she's always trying to make it up to me."

"How old were you?" I asked.

Frank shrugged. "Three or four I think, I can't really remember it now but my mom has never forgotten."

"What happened to him?" I asked.

"He was arrested," Frank said. "I think he was let out a few years ago but he wouldn't dare to bother us again or my mom would literally decapitate him."

"Well, I'm really glad you're okay," I said.

"I've still got a little scar on my arm from when he hit me and I felt down and the coffee table scratched me. That's when my mom found out that he was abusive and ever since then she's been really protective but also really nice to try and make up for causing me to get abused," he said.

I smiled softly, reaching over to hold his hand.

"This is really nice," he said, giving my hand a soft squeeze. "I wish that everyday could be like this for us."

"Me too," I said.

Frank smiled, giving me a kiss.

"God I love you," he mumbled.

I giggled happily, my hands on the bowl to help keep them warm.

"Thank you for bringing me here with you," I said. "If I was alone I don't know what I would have done."

Frank frowned softly as he took both my hands in his.

"Please, Baby, please don't cut," he whispered. "Please stop that. If not for yourself then for me. I-I don't like seeing you hurt. I just want to help you feel better. Please, Gerard, maybe I can teach you guitar to help you let out your emotions in a more positive way. Or you can use my drum set if you just wanna hit something. M-maybe you can draw or paint or something. Please just don't hurt yourself, for me?"

Frank looked close to tears as he looked at me.

"I-I don't know if I can make that promise," I mumbled.

"Then promise to try?" He asked.

I nodded and Frank wrapped his arms around me.

"I don't want anything to happen to you," he whispered.

I nodded softly, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"Hey, boys, what are you two doing?" Ms. Iero asked as she walked up.

Frank pulled away as he sniffled quietly.

"W-we just decided to take a break from skiing and grab some lunch," Frank said, his voice quiet.

"Do you mind if the moms join you or would you rather be alone?" Ms. Iero asked.

"You can join," Frank said.

They smiled and went to get their own lunch before they sat down with us.

"So, I was thinking that maybe tonight we just make, like, twenty bags of popcorn and we stay up all night long watching movies together and drinking hot chocolate," Diana said.

Frank looked over, waiting for my opinion on it.

"That sounds like a lot of fun," I said.

And I was even being honest about it too, I've never done anything like that with my mom and Ms. Iero was kind of like a mom to me. Nothing sounded better.

"Yeah, we'll just wear cozy pajamas and stay up all night eating snacks," Frank said.

He held my hand underneath the table and I smiled happily.

"I think that sounds absolutely perfect," Ms. Iero said.

I smiled, squeezing Frank's hand.

"I'm sure Frank II would love it too and Frank I too but Frank I probably won't stay up," Diana said.

"So many Franks," I said with a quiet giggle.

"Frank I, Frank II, Frank III," Diana said with a chuckle.

"I'm technically Frank Jr.," Frank said. "Why am I junior instead of the third?"

"I don't know, I just wanted your name to be at least a little bit different than your father's and you grandfather's," Ms. Iero said.

"Frank Iero III has a nice ring to it, I sound fancy," Frank said.

I giggled as I looked over at him.

"Maybe I would be able to even turn it into a band name," Frank said. "Maybe...no, okay, everything I'm thinking of just sounds dumb."

We finished eating and I smiled as we went back out and put all our gear on.

"You wanna go skiing again or do you wanna just head back to the cabin for a hot shower?" He asked.

"I wanna go skiing some more," I said.

"I told you you would love it," Frank said. "And don't worry about our bet, I'll still suck your dick tonight."

I giggled and blushed as we went back to the ski lift, going up and down the hill until we were both freezing and soaking wet.