A/N: WARNING! There is a trigger warning for this chapter. Please skip this chapter if you are sensitive to panic attacks or anxiety. Stay safe everybody!

It didn't take long for us to arrive at campus, where Frank and Gerard had their apartment. Josh, Dallon and I all carried instruments, disguised by cloth or plastic cases, up to the apartment.

I felt weirdly alien on an official campus. My father had warned me about this, in his long go-to-a-real-college speech that he'd given me when I told my family I wanted to go to community college. He'd gone on and on about how much better an official college was than a community one, but he'd caved in the end. My mother had gone to community college before moving on to a bigger one, and she had probably convinced my father that that was what I would do.

I was carrying what I was pretty sure was a keyboard and its stand, in a large plastic case. Josh was carrying a large bin, though I had no idea what was in it; it seemed pretty heavy. Dallon carried only his acoustic guitar, and since he was the only one with a free hand, he knocked on the door.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the apartment, and then the door opened. It was Gerard. "Hey guys," he said, giving us all a friendly (but slightly awkward) smile. "Come on in."

Josh and Dallon led the way, instruments in tow. I followed behind, a bit nervously. I scoped out the apartment to find that while it was more cluttered and messy than mine, the area itself was nicer.

We had entered into the living room. Two decent-sized black couches were there, with a coffee table in the middle. To the left was one doorway, which I presumed led to the bathroom and bedroom, and to the other end was another, probably leading to the kitchen.

The couches were littered with various things--papers, clothing, and paper plates, to name a few. Gerard looked embarrassed as he hurriedly picked up the paper plates, tossing them into a trash can. "Sorry, I didn't have much time to tidy up before you guys got here. I try to keep it neat, but Frankie is kind of a slob."

"I am not!" protested a voice from the other room, making Josh laugh.

"You kind of are," Gee replied, rolling his eyes as he picked up some of the clothes from the couches.

Frank came into the room with a guitar slung over his shoulder. "Well, maybe so, but you love me anyway." He gave Gerard a quick kiss, and Gerard blushed and giggled like a teenage girl.

Once Gerard had cleared a spot on the couch, Josh and Dallon both put their instruments down, then sat. However, my anxiety was growing more and more. My lungs started to softly ache, the way they always do when I start to feel too stressed.

The feeling urged me, and I complied. I set my keyboard on the floor. "Gerard, where's your bathroom?"

He was sitting on the couch next to Frank, with his head on the other boy's shoulder. "Down the left hallway, off the bedroom."

"Thank you." I kept my voice steady as I hurried away.

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Art credit to vvles-

A/N: If any of you are interested, I have a Frerard oneshot book I've been enjoying writing ^-^

Also, I have a 15-part Frerard story, should I put it one book or my oneshot book? I feel like if I put it in one book nobody would read it. Any advice/suggestions would be great!!