Author's Note: Here we go fellas.

Gerard's POV

Letter 150. That's what I was waiting for, and it was only a matter of time before Frank texted me to come into the supply closet. I had been anticipating this moment for awhile now.

I knew it was only a small thing, and it didn't seem like much, but it was still enough to make me happy. No matter the intentions, Frank would always manage to make me smile by writing these letters.

I waited patiently at my desk, expecting any signal for me to come at any moment. My heart skipped a beat when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, but I will admit, I was a tad bit disappointed to see that it was only Lindsey.

Don't get me wrong, I love Lindsey, she's my best friend, but it was bound to be upsetting when you were expecting someone else.

Lindsey: Hey Gee, come to my dorm room. Be quick too, we don't have time to lose.

Me: Lindsey, I have plans with Frank. You knew about that. Why do you want me to come over to your place?

Lindsey: Just trust me Gee, it's very important. I don't have anyone else. Please?"

I sighed before replying. Okay, I'll be there in five minutes. I put my phone back into my jacket and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I paced quickly to Lindsey's dorm, since she insisted that it was urgent.

I gave the door a gentle knock and awaited her appearance. She opened the door, looking down at her phone, supposedly preoccupied with something. "Sorry I called you over here Gee, I just really need someone here for me right now."

"That's fine, Linds. What are you doing on your phone?"

"Oh, I'm just texting Frank. It's fine."

"About what?"

"I'm telling him that I'll be keeping you for a few minutes. He said it's fine with him. Anyway, hear me out for a second."

"I'm all ears," I said before sitting down at the edge of her bed. She definitely looked nervous about something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Ok, in all honestly, I'm just really worried about what I'm going to do after college," she said all this while pacing back and forth in her room. "Like, I know I'll have an art degree, but what the fuck am I supposed to do with it?" She laughed nervously. "I don't want to be an art teacher. I don't think I'll make a living being a painter. I just don't know what I want to do with my life, Gee!" She was biting her nails.

I recognized that all these signs were nervous habits of hers, so she had every right to call me over here. I didn't want her to start freaking out. "Hey, Lindsey it's okay, come sit by me." She nodded slowly but eventually sat down on the bed next to me, bouncing her leg up and down. Another indicator of nervousness.

"Do you have any advice, Gee?"

"I think you should just go with what your heart leads you to, as cliche as that sounds," I laughed at how funny those words sounded coming from my mouth. I was always a logical guy, so I never even talked about all this sappy stuff. I always thought with my brain, not my heart. I guess Frank changed me.

"But how am I supposed to know what my heart wants?" Panic was now appearing in her voice. "Gee, I really don't understand."

"You won't know what your heart wants until it takes you there," I explained. "You may not see it now, and you may not even see it when you graduate, but you'll get there eventually. Opportunity will come knocking on your door, and that's when you'll know."

I heard her phone ding and she picked it up, looking at the screen, and typing something back quickly. "I'm holding you back Gee, you should get to Frank now."

"What? No, I don't even know if he's ready yet. Lindsey I'm here for you if you want to talk." She didn't appear to listen, just grabbing my hand and leading me to the door.

"Frank's ready for you now. Thanks for your advice, Gee, it really helped a lot." I opened my mouth to protest, but she basically pushed me out the door at that point. By the time I was out, it was closed again.

Why was she so urgent about me going to see Frank? I questioned. She seemed in a hurry to get me out the door, which was awfully strange. It wasn't like there was some huge event going on. We were just meeting in the supply closet, and maybe going to eat somewhere nice. There was no need to rush.

Shrugging my shoulders, I just walked out of the dorm building and back to my own. I walked up the stairs and into the main hallway, heading towards the supply closet.

When I got there, the door was closed, but the light was on inside. Frank was still in there. I decided to knock, just to be sure he was ready for me. A small thumping noise echoed through the hallway as I made my arrival known.

Frank opened the door, a smile wide on his face. He was messing with his hands for some reason, and I wasn't too sure why. I knew he had anxiety, but his meds usually helped with that. He never showed signs of nervousness all the other times we've given each other letters.

I decided to grab his hand and squeeze it. I wasn't sure what I was comforting him for, but it was helping nonetheless. I slowly made my way into the closet and closed the door behind me.

I noticed that he had one hand behind his back, and I raised an eyebrow. "What do you got there, Frankie?" I asked with a giggle.

"Nope," he replied sternly. "You have to read the note first."

I picked up the note.

Letter 150
You may be wondering what else we are going to do today. That's understandable. I would be wondering too. You know, I had a dream about this exact moment in time, in this exact same place. You in a supply closet with me, reading my letter, and the next comes shortly. What do you think is going to happen?"

I was a bit confused by the note. "You had a dream about this?" I questioned. He nodded to confirm. "Ok... let me try and guess what we'll do next. Are we going somewhere nice to eat?"

"Nope."

"Going back to the room and cuddling?"

"Nope."

"Staying here and just staring at each other strangely?"

"Nope, not that either." He chuckled at the last suggestion.

"Well... what is it?"

He pulled out his hand from behind his back, and a bouquet of flowers came into sight. They were roses, varying in three different shades of pink. Four were regular pink, four were light pink, and four were white.

"Oh wow, Frankie! These are so beautiful!" He handed the roses to me and I gratefully accepted them, basking in their sweet scent. I set them aside on a table in the room and turned back to Frank.

"You know, this one supply closet holds a lot of meaning for us," he stated, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," he mumbled matter-of-factly. "This is where my first note was that I ever wrote to you."

"And it's where we had our first kiss," I added.

"Of course. So what do you say we add to that list?"

"Hm?"

"Like, each milestone we've had for these letters has been an important step in our relationship. We can step it up one more right now."

"So what are you suggesting?" I asked. I genuinely didn't know what to expect, with the way he kept dragging on and all.

"Well... it's much less a suggestion, and more of a question."

"What question are you asking, then?" I gasped as he pulled out a small box from his pocket and kneeled down. Is this actually happening? It didn't feel real, it was such a foreign feeling. It was definitely welcome, though.

"Gerard, we've been dating for about six months, and that gave me enough time to realize that I truly can't imagine a life without you in it." Tears started brimming my eyes as I became overwhelmed with emotions. "I want to wake up next to you, sing all our favorite songs, eat all our favorite foods, go to all our favorite places, fall asleep next to you, and repeat that every single day of my life. So I guess I've said all this to ask one question. Gerard... will you marry me?" He opened the box.

I stood in shock for awhile, just trying to gather all my feelings. "Yes!" I finally shouted. Frank stood up and I immediately wrapped my arms around him, giving him a sweet kiss.

"Here, lets see how beautiful this looks on you," he said as we broke away. Carefully, he took the ring out of the box and slid it onto my (still shaking) hand.

I looked down and took in every single detail. The band was silver, very generic, yet so beautiful all at the same time. It was crested with diamonds, refracting every beam of light that came their way. In the center was a dark black onyx, such an amazing gem. All the colors were there at once, and I knew it was intentional.

"Oh my god, Frankie, I love it," I said softly, still admiring the beauty of the ring. "It's so beautiful."

"I thought so too, but now that you're wearing it, it looks even better." I couldn't help but give him a smile at those words. They made me feel so special. Hell, Frank made me feel so special.