~=~=~Gerards POV~=~=~

By the time I had woken up, it seemed to be at least 12 in the afternoon, Frank had gone and I was laying there by myself. "Frankie?" I call, hoping he's still here. "Yeah?" He says, poking his head around the doorframe. "Just making sure you're still here." I say, he smiles at me. "Why would I leave?" I raise my eyebrows. "Probably because you don't live here." I reply. "Touchè." Frank says, walking towards me and sitting on the bed. "How did you sleep?" He asks. "Really well actually, probably because you were here with me." Frank rolls his eyes. "Why are you so cheesy?" "Because I'm allowed to be, is that a crime?" He smiles. "No, but you being this adorable as soon as you wake up is." I feel my cheeks flush red. "Aww is Gee getting flustered?" I make an annoyed sound before hiding my face under my blankets. "Stop!" I say and he just smiles even more. "Okay fiiine."

Frank says, getting up and turning to talk to me again. "Are you ever going to get out of bed?" I shake my head. "Will you get up if I make coffee?" I pull the blankets off and get out of bed, the cold air attacking my exposed feet. "Knew I could get you up." He says with a grin making me roll my eyes. "You're lucky I love you." He walks down the hallway, calling back to me. "Who doesn't?" Sometimes I hated the way he could just make up comebacks in an instant, but it's pretty handy and really funny when he gets drunk. One time, the bartender wouldn't let Frank have another drink so Frank looked him dead in the eyes and said 'why don't you say that into my mouth?' All of us got kicked out of the bar, but we didn't care, we were all laughing too hard at drunk Frank being a dick. Sometimes he still says that too.

I sit at the kitchen table, looking out the window and waiting for my coffee, watching the leaves rustle in the wind on the trees. "Y'know, if I hadn't met you," Frank starts as I hear him stirring the coffee. "I would still be a lonely little rat, and I would still be going to school." I sigh. "Why did you leave school after I dropped out?" He smirks. "Probably 'cause I missed you snogging me behind the bike sheds." I narrow my eyes at him and he raises his eyebrows. "Only because of that?" He sighs and hands me my coffee. "You got me there, I also missed seeing you in general." I smile. "Who's the cheesy one now?" He rolls his eyes. "Shush you."

—-Several Weeks Later—-

~=~=~Emily's POV~=~=~

"You should be like me!" That are some words that I have to I have to look forward to hearing every day. You know it's really tough having a successful father who is a lawyer and expects the same for all their kids. When I wanted to be more 'productive' He went off his shit. Mum didn't care, she was happy as long my brother and I were.

Brother? Yes, I have a brother. And a younger sister. I haven't really noticed them since I joined the band. They are at a different school after all, and don't bother me surprisingly. But when I was 14 they were Insane. Twins and they were both four years old. Nightmare to baby sit. One would cling onto you like a monkey on a tree and another would run around like crazy and smash his toy aeroplane in your face; when you were trying to read to the other. Honestly it would bounce from problem, to problem.

Now they are both eight and not too crazy anymore... Tom (my brother) still wants to be a pilot and Bella (Toms twin Sister) wants to be an artist or something. She usually runs around with her barbie and monster high dolls showing me their hair and outfit when I try to study.

Anyways, 'RIINNNG' that's the bell that blows everyone's eardrums. I shove my books and calculator in my bag and rush out. Mikey follows close behind me. We get out to the fresh air and walk out of the gates. My dad isn't home all week, so Mikeys coming over for a bit because he needs help with some of his homework, well actually, a lot of it. I walk into the front gate of my house and see the door is open.

We enter the house and smell a whiff of freshly baked cookies. Yep Bella and Tom must be home, sometimes on friday after mum picks up them she makes cookies. I wander in the kitchen and see the kids and mum at the table. "Hey mum!" I smile. "Hey Emily! Mikey." Mikey waves and smiles. "We will be upstairs." I smile and we rush upstairs. I plonk my bag in the corner of my room and fall onto my bed. "Guuuuhhh." I sigh.

Mikey sits on my desk chair and turns to face me. I sit up and cross my legs. I hear some thumping coming down the hall. "Oop, incoming." I warn. He looks a bit confused when Bella rushes in with a piece of paper in her hand. "Look what I made for you in class Em!" She smiles. "Ooh let me see!" I say with my fake 'I love life' voice. Bella bounces up and down excitedly and hands me a piece of paper. It has a drawing of i'm guessing me, her and Tom holding hands and smiling. The classic '8 year old' drawing pose.

"Oh Bella! It's so cute!" I smile. She hugs me and rushes out. I put the drawing on my desk and sit back down. "I am guessing I should shut the door?" Mikey asks. "Yeah, you don't want Tom to rush in and beg you to look at his train set." I say, Mikey smiling, as if he's agreeing with me. He nods and pushes the door closed. "Your siblings seem nice." He says, spinning around in the chair. "Only because you're here, it's Friday and mum made cookies." I giggle, Mikey seems to understand what I mean. "So should we start on the homework?" I ask and he nods, getting the seemingly endless papers from out of his bag, this was going to take a while.

Around halfway through our session I hear a knock at my door and it slowly opens. "Emmyyyyyyyy." I hear a groan. Shit its Tom. "Yes?" I ask and peak my head around the corner. "Can I help you??" He asks. I sigh. "No sorry Tom, this stuff is too hard for you to understand." "Pleaseeeee? Or you could help me with my homework?" He begs. "Sorry Tommy, I need to finish up here then I will with you okay?"

He groans and nods; he starts to leave when he turns back. "Will you take long?" He asks. "Maybe." I smile. He nods and walks out shutting the door. "He is cute" Mikey smiles. "Yeah, but sometimes can be another form of satan." I sigh.

By the time we had finished, the sun was slinking away below the horizon, the sky changing an orange-yellow colour. "I'd better go, thanks for your help Em." Mikey smiles and collects his things. We walk down the stairs and outside. "When does your dad get home?" He asks. "He is on a business trip this week so on Monday." I smile. "That must be a relief" He sighs.

Yeah no kidding. "Yeah, he gives me a tough time." I say as I tilt my head. "I should get going, mom will get worried." He smiles. "Alright see you later" I wave and walk back inside.

All of us had been in the studio over the weekends and sometimes after school, working towards finishing our first album, I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love, but we all just kind of called it Bullets for short because nobody wants to spend time saying all that. We're so close to finishing it, in fact we're just heading back to the studio on the weekend just to have an album release party. It still hasn't really set in that I made an album with my bandmates that was being released and sold in record shops over this weekend. A whole lot has happened over these past few weeks and I actually hope that things turn out well with the album.