(Still Gerard's POV)

Halfway there I thought to myself.

The week had gone by slowly, but it had passed nonetheless. At the end of the week, I now had 25 letters in total. In just another week and a half or so, Frank would want to know who I was.

My fingers trembled slightly at the thought. I still didn't know how Frank would react. Would he be mad that I didn't tell him beforehand? I sure hoped not.

Frank seemed like an understanding type of person after all. I didn't think he would mind that much, but my brain made it out to be so much more terrifying than it should've been.

Currently, I was sitting at my desk, preparing the character drawings I had made to submit. Frank was in class, and I anticipated for him to come back any minute now. After that, we would be able to talk, and walk, and goof around, and annoy other students, and do whatever the hell we wanted to do without the restraints of a class schedule.

Still thinking about this, I took out my phone, snapping one picture of each drawing I had created for my final exam. Afterwards, I sorted the images into a document. The tree was labeled as my main project, and the characters were labeled as bonus credits. Content with my work, I sent the document to my professor in an email.

After I was finished with that, I sighed and got up from my office chair, walking over to my bed. I sat down, my back resting against the headboard, and grabbed my laptop from the bedside table. It was taking a bit for Frank to get back, so I opened YouTube looking to entertain myself.

A few videos were on my recommended page, so I scrolled through that for awhile. The page was mostly filled with audios of punk songs that I listened to often. Finally, I decided to play an album, choosing American Idiot by Green Day.

I sat on my bed, nodding my head to the rhythm and singing along, my laptop now sitting beside me on the bed. By the time Frank got back to the room, I was already into the ninth track.

"Oh fuck yeah, I love this song," Frank said as he walked into the room, setting his guitar down by his bed. He soon joined into my jam session, singing along with me to the lyrics of Homecoming.

We both screamed in harmony when our favorite part kicked in.
"I GOT A ROCK AND ROLL BAND
I GOT A ROCK AND ROLL LIFE
I GOT A ROCK AND ROLL GIRLFRIEND
AND ANOTHER EX WIFE
I GOT A ROCK AND ROLL HOUSE
I GOT A ROCK AND ROLL CAR
I PLAY THE SHIT OUT THE DRUMS
AND I CAN PLAY THE GUITAR
I GOT A KID IN NEW YORK
I GOT A KID IN THE BAY
I HAVEN'T DRANK OR SMOKED A THING
IN OVER TWENTY TWO DAYS
SO GET OFF OF MY CASE
OFF OF MY CASE
OFF OF MY CASE!"

We both began laughing, realizing that we completely nailed that part. When the song was over, I stopped the album and smiled at Frank. "No more classes!" I exclaimed.

"That's right!" He replied back, equally as excited as I was. "Now we'll be able to have longer days to do shit that's actually fun. I'm so glad I'm done with those classes, at least for a little while." I nodded in agreement.

"I'm taking you somewhere tonight. It's a surprise though. It's sort of a celebration for getting through a week of misery." I grinned cheekily as he looked at me with a look of interest.

"Gee... don't tell me that you're planning to murder me! Are you going to take me to an alleyway and slice my throat?"

"No promises," I whispered, laughing when I caught a glimpse at his eyes flashing a look of genuine worry. It was only for a second, but I definitely noticed it. "Of course not, you dipshit. Just thought it would be nice to go somewhere else for awhile is all."

"Okay. Well, what time?"

"I was thinking around dinner time. I wanted to grab something to eat before headed to the select destination."

"Okay that sounds fine," Frank replied. "What are we going to do until then?"

"We could watch a movie or something, I don't know. I just kind of want to relax for a little bit before we leave tonight."

"Fine by me," Frank said with a smile on his face before sitting down on the bed next to me. I scrolled through Netflix on my laptop, looking for anything that seemed appealing. I smirked before choosing The Bee Movie.

He laughed before commenting, "Always choosing the best movies, eh Gee?" To which I just nodded in reply, before starting the movie.

We made a few comments on the movie here and there. The Bee Movie was such a great film, and no one could change my mind. After all, Frank seemed to enjoy it.

After the movie was over, we left the dorm and began walking to a sandwich place near the campus. It was pretty empty so we had no trouble getting out early enough for the surprise I had planned for him.

He questioned me when I began walking towards a tall hill, but I reassured him. When we got to the top, I sat down and patted the space beside me, signaling for him to sit down next to me.

"What are we here for, Gee?" I pointed to the lower sky which held a Sun that was getting ready to sink below the horizon.

"Lucky for us, we got here just in time for the sunset. This is where I always go after dinner, when I tell you that you can go back to the dorm, but I'm going to stay outside for a bit longer." I looked over at him and he smiled at me. I smiled back.

We had shared a mutual silence for awhile as we looked over at the setting sun. The chameleon sky was at it's finest today, and I don't think I could've picked a more perfect day to bring Frank up here. All the colors were so even today, that it was just a perfect occasion.

"I love watching this. All the colors are so mesmerizing. God, I love colors."

"I can understand why you come up here all the time. So it's an everyday thing?"

"Yep. I first started going here to clear my mind over some things, and then I kept doing it. By now it's just a routine, but it's nice. It feels great to have something to focus on rather than the problems in the world." Frank nodded at my statement.

"What's your fascination with colors, Gee?"

I thought about how to explain this before answering. "Colors are the main things that makes the world look beautiful. Without colors, we'd all have a very dull existence. The fact that something is there to fill that hopeless void, makes the world seem just a little bit better. Lets face it, the world sucks, which is why we have to find good things to focus our attention on. My choice just happens to be colors."

"If you like colors so much, why is your room just black and white?"

"Because Frankie, black and white are the only colors that are made of all the rest. Artistically, black is made of all the colors. Scientifically, white is made of all the colors. All the colors that have ever existed are in my room, just in a very unique form."

"That's really clever, actually. So everywhere you go, you just focus on colors?"

"Exactly. Right now, the colors are blending into the sky like a chameleon." I vaguely gestured to the scene in front of us. "When a rainbow appears, the light is bending in just the perfect way to make all the colors show up. It's nature's natural prism. I pay attention to all these things, because it brings me peace. You for example. All your colors stood out to me when I first met you. Your eyes are a perfect shade of hazel, and your hair is a dark black. The colors you have on you just make sense."

He had sort of an astounded expression, and I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing or not. "You payed that close attention to detail?"

I looked down, blushing a little. "Yeah... I did. I pay a lot of attention to colors especially. Anything that adds color to my world is something worth paying attention to." And it was true. Frank made the world so much more colorful for me.

"Wow Gee, that's awesome."

The sun had completely set over the horizon by now, and the sky was filled with the same familiar shade of jet black. Stars stretched out over the sky, and I smiled up at each one of them. I had memorized a few constellations here and there, since I became so fond of stargazing. I recognized some of them tonight and pointed them out to Frank.

I talked about how the colors of the stars as well. For example, the hottest stars in the galaxy are blue, while the cooler ones tend to be yellow. It was the counterintuitive science of it all that made me so fascinated.

I went one about colors for God knows how long, and Frank listened to every single word I said. It made me feel special, because I knew he was actually interested in what I had to say.

When I had finally run out of things to say, I stood up and motioned for Frank to walk back down the hill with me. We eventually got back to the campus, and made our way to the dorms.

"Hey, you can go inside the room now. I have to take care of something real quick." Frank nodded at my words and walked inside the room, closing the door behind him. When he was fully inside, I retreated to the supply closet.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Frank had written five fucking letters in one fucking day. Perhaps the day when I would have to tell him who I was would arrive sooner than first planned.

I unfolded each note. They were all numbered at the top, so I decided to read them in order.

I'm nothing
I'm nothing
Got here
And now I'm gone
So many days fly by
You haunt me the times I shut my eyes
Choke softly from the poetry
It doesn't sound as true
When you still wear her scent
xofrnk

That was the first note.

But you're on my mind
And the things that you say
Hurt me most of the time
But I'm sinking fast so it's alright
I've tied my stomach in knots
And I'm ready to know
I'll put it on the line
If you'd just give it a go
Cause I wanna be the only one
To hold you so close and so tight
xofrnk

That was the second note.

There's still a part of me
That needs to look the same way
Into your eyes
The world may fall apart
I hate everything that waits
Outside my door
But locked inside I'll be alright
xofrnk

That was the third note.

But they never understood
If you want to believe in something
Is that nothing lasts forever
If you wanted to fight for something
Start a war against time passing by
And the pale in your eyes
That still can't hold a gaze
We weathered every storm
But we're shattered at the core
And it breaks my heart
To doubt who you are

That was the fourth note. I slowly unfolded the fifth note and finally read it.

If I'm correct, you should have 30 notes by now. The last four I wrote were actually samples from songs I've been working on. The first one is called Attention Reader, the second one has a long title, but it's basically called She's The Prettiest Girl at the Party, the third one is called Oceans, and the last one is Basement Eyes. 20 more and I'll know who you are. I'm excited!
~Frank

I put all five notes in my pocket, still surprised that he managed to write four poems and a letter in one day. Somehow amidst my confusion, I was still able to form a fully fledged letter.

I genuinely did not expect you to pick up the pace that fast. I have to say, I'm certainly surprised, but not necessarily disappointed. I really enjoyed those, so I'm excited for what you have planned next.
~Anonymous

With that, I placed the note on the ground and walked back to the dorm. When I was inside, I flopped down onto the bed and contemplated how I should even go about telling Frank who I am.

He had practically been writing me love letters. Would he be disappointed to know who I truly was? What if he decided it was all a mistake, and he took back all the notes? There were so many people much better than me, and I was worried to death that Frank would hate it when he discovered that the one reading his letters was just a loser.

My thoughts were interrupted by his familiar voice. "What did you have to take care of, Gee?"

I smiled at him before replying. "I just had to check on Mikey and make sure he got his new prescriptions." He nodded before flopping onto his own bed.

Eventually, my brain calmed down, and I fell asleep.