I woke up confused as to where I was before quickly remembering.

Gerard was as well in the bed, asleep.

I sat up and checked my phone.

Someone famous tweeted something and a lot of people liked it but that's about all that I had been notified of.

Steve looked disappointed.

"You're so fucking dumb." He said, "your dad is going to kill you when he finds out where you are." He added, "do you really think Gerard is going to ever love you?"

"Why would I care?" I whispered.

He laughed, "you're in love with him, there's nothing you can do about it."

My eyes widened, am I actually in love with him?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

What do I do?

Steve's words echoed in my head, 'there's nothing you can do about it.'

I'm fucked.

Gerard woke up.

Fuck.

He looked really hot-fuck.

He saw the strange look on my face, "you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I a bit too quickly.

I glanced at Steve, he was smirking.

Fuck.

I looked back at Gerard.

He saw that Steve was smirking.

"Is depression bad right now?"

"Kind of but I don't really know."

I'm confused.

He's being a dick, does that mean depression is bad right now?

"Yeah."

"I said that out loud?"

Gerard smiled, "yup."

I blushed, shit.