I stood in the bathroom and examined my newly dyed red hair. It suited me I thought. I turned my head to the side and I thought I looked awesome. Me and my girlfriend had broken up so this change made me feel good about myself for the first time in weeks. The band was off tour so we weren't around each other as much. I walked out of the bathroom sighing. I called my friend up since she always made me feel better. She wasn't my girlfriend but she was the closest thing I had to a best friend.

"What's wrong Gerard? You down in the dumps again?"

"Sort of, yeah."

"Come over. I'll order some pizza. We can drink some. We'll watch movies. Come on."

"Thanks Dallas. I'll come over."

"K see you in a bit." I hung up and pocketed my phone. I walked out into my living room and put on some combat boots and a leather jacket with tons of safety pins holding together the meant-to-be-there holes. I know I have this thought running through my head a lot but why are they called safety pins? They can literally empale people. Or worse. Like what if you fell on one? Eww...not a pretty thought. Okay I'm going to drive over there now. I rang the doorbell and ran my fingers through my hair before the door opened.

"Oh Gerard. I love your hair! Red really suits you. Come in, come in." Dallas said and dragged me in. "Make yourself at home. Do you want a beer?"

"Thanks Dallas." I said to her and she smiled.

"Your my best friend, I'd do anything for you." She said. She came back and handed me a beer and we sat there watching random Netflix movies and eating some thin-crust pepperoni pizza. She nuzzled her head into my shoulder and folded her legs on the couch. "Do you love me?" She said suddenly. I looked down at her.

"Yes of course...what do you mean though?"

"Like love me love me. Do you?" I thought for a moment. She was the type of girl I was into. Nice, caring, sweet, loving, boyish, and she was someone I could just talk to about the band or about music and she wouldn't die of boredom. I was single, having these feelings was alright.

"Yes. Yes, I do. You've always been there for me and I want that in a girl, not only that but you're kind, nice, loving, and boyish in the right ways."

"Thanks Gerard. I love you too." She then did something I didn't expect. She reached up and grabbed the side of my face gently and pulled me to her lips. I kissed her back and she moved on the couch so that she was on her knees. I leaned down into her kiss and I finally pulled away slowly. She looked at me with tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Gerard, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine, I'm fine. She wasn't worth it. You're worth it."

"I don't want to hurt you Gerard."

"You're not going to hurt me. Just say that you'll be mine. You know what I mean."

"Yes I do. I will be yours." She kissed me again. I kissed her back. She pulled away and nuzzled back into my shoulder. Soon she fell asleep so I put her in her bed and then walked back out into the living room. I turned off the lights, then the t.v. and slept on the couch. I nuzzled into the side of the couch but couldn't get comfortable. I don't know if it was just my manly senses telling me to go sleep with her or that the couch was really uncomfortable but I went to her bedroom and slept next to her. She rolled over and laid her head on my chest and then when she realized I was in the bed she kicked me off the bed and like the best friend she is she yelled,

"Couch!" I held up my hands in surrender. She was kind of a goody goody but I did respect her so I said simply,

"I'm going, I'm going." Sure it wasn't my house and I did have to sleep on the uncomfortable couch but that's what best friends are for. At least I think we're best friends. Maybe the kissing and the calling each other ours was a step up from best friends but I guess being a boyfriend is also kind of a best friend. I jumped on the couch to try to make it more comfortable but it didn't work. I eventually just decided to fall off the couch and sleep on the floor. I didn't decide it...it sort of just happened. Then Dallas woke me up because I was rolling myself into a burrito. Dallas helped me unwrap from the blanket which would've made me stop breathing because it was slowly and gradually creeping itself over my face.

"What happened?" I asked her. She laughed at my floor head. I brushed down my straight red hair.

"Umm...we got drunk I think. I fell asleep. You took me back into my bed and then tried to sleep with me and then I kicked you out of the bed. And then you became a burrito on the floor."

"I'm weird when I sleep." She laughed. "When I'm trying to stay asleep I think I roll up in a burrito. It's like a sleep back-up system for when I'm trying to wake up."

"You have a problem."

"I have a problem."

"Let's go get some breakfast, Gerard."

"Okay, Dallas."

"Gerard."

"Dallas."

"Why are we saying each other's names?"

"No clue. Let's go eat." I said.

"Yes, but first let me get ready. You know you are aware you slept at my house, right?"

"Yes." I said all knowingly. Dallas walked back into the bathroom and fixed up her hair and her makeup. I brushed through my hair with my fingers and we started out the door.