Gerard's POV

I had just kissed Frank Iero. I could not believe that I had just kissed Frank Iero, and now I was laying down on the bed with him, our fingers intertwined, watching Shrek. How romantic.

Sadly, I couldn't pay much attention to the movie though, because thoughts of Frank's lips on mine replayed over and over in my head. It was a short and simple kiss, but that's what made it so meaningful. A gesture that only lasted a few seconds was enough to fill my heart with warmth.

I still can't get over the fact that he actually likes me back. How could I have been so oblivious? Oh well, all that matters to me is that I'm happy, and he's happy, and we can live with the knowledge that we both like each other.

The movie eventually ended, and we were just there to lay in silence for awhile before I spoke up. "Frank, if you don't mind me asking, how long have you liked me?"

"How long?" I nodded. He looked up at the ceiling as if to think for a moment. "Well, I think I was definitely attracted to you from the start, which is why I approached you so fast at the party. I only started really liking you about a week ago though. In fact... I was actually pretty worried about this whole letter thing, because all the notes I wrote were for you... and I didn't want anyone else to think they were for them." I smiled at him, my heart filling with joy at that knowledge. "What about you?"

"Me? Oh um, I actually figured out because of Lindsey. Funny story actually, I was telling her about the letters you wrote, and I was wondering why I was so interested in you, and she suggested that it might be because I liked you. Well, she was right." I laughed a bit at the realization of it all. Thank god for Lindsey.

"Damn, Lindsey is a good person." He laughed too realizing that without Lindsey, none of this would be possible. I'll have to remember to call her and thank her for that later. "But I have a question."

"Fire away."

"The first letter I wrote was a few days before we met. Can you believe how coincidental that is? Like, the person who read my notes also ended up being my roommate. Who would've thought?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure glad it happened." I smiled at him as I tightened my grip on his hand. "God, can I kiss you again? I've wanted to do that for so long and now that it's happened I want to do it again."

He smiled back at me and nodded. With that, I rolled over to where I was leaning over him a little, and brushed a few strands of hair off his face before I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips against his once again. This one was more slow and meaningful, our lips moving together in sync.

I took the time to take in every detail that I could recognize. The way his lips fitted perfectly with mine, the taste that lingered there, and so much more. I loved it all. I love the way that I could take it all in. Sure, I had imagined kissing him before, but nothing could top the actual feeling of it.

It was the way it all seemed to fit together that appealed to me most. The way my hands fit perfectly on his cheeks, the way our lips fit together perfectly, the way his heart beat with mine as my chest was pressed against his. I was certain that nothing could beat this feeling.

But most of all, it was the way the kiss was executed. It wasn't full of lust or craving, it was full of emotions and feelings. It was all there, and that's what made it so special.

As I thought of this, I found myself smiling against the kiss, him soon joining with me on that action. I rolled back over eventually, and laid my head on his chest, continuing to smile contently. "I really like you Frankie."

"I really like you too, Gee," he said as he began running fingers through my hair. I could stay like that forever, just laying against him, but sadly it couldn't be that way. Of course, someone had to come knocking on the door during this perfect time.

I groaned in frustration as I got up off the bed and walked to the door. My expression was cold, but it softened when I saw who was at the door. It was Patrick, and he never knocked if it wasn't important. Plus, he was just a great guy all around, so I couldn't really ever be mad at him.

He looked so shy and timid that it really bothered me to see him this troubled. "What do you need, Pat?" I asked with a reassuring smile to let him know that he was welcome to talk.

"Um, can I come in to talk to you about something?" His voice sounded very shaky, as if he had just been crying, and it broke my heart. Patrick was such a sweet guy, he didn't deserve whatever made him like this.

"Of course! My roommate is in here though, I don't live on my own anymore, but he can leave if you want him to?"

Patrick shook his head before replying, "no it's fine, he can stay. I kind of want multiple opinions on this type of thing anyway." I smiled before stepping aside to let Patrick walk into the room, shutting the door behind him.

Frank looked confused as to why a guest was in our room, but I was quick to explain. "Frank, this is Patrick. He lives on the floor below us, and he needs to talk about something. Do you mind listening with me?"

A look of realization washed over him. "No, I don't mind at all. Sure thing."

I guided Patrick over to the bed and I sat down beside Frank, Patrick sitting across from us with his legs in a criss-cross. He sighed before letting out a shaky breath and speaking. "Gee I- I really don't know the best way to put this."

"Just give it to me straight Pat, I can already tell that it's eating you up. Trust me, I won't judge you even for a second."

Patrick slowly nodded before continuing, practically spilling everything out. "God I- I'm really fucked up Gee. I- I-"

He struggled on his words, so I tried to urge him so he would go ahead and tell me. "C'mon Pat, tell me."

"I-" he choked a little while trying to get the words out. "Gerard I think I like Pete."

Oh.

A look of shame came over his eyes, and he tilted his head down to look at himself. I quickly scooted to his side to hug him, trying to comfort him as he let out choked sobs. "Shh, Pat it's okay."

"But it's not!" He practically snapped. It startled me a little, but I didn't let it get to me. I knew he was in a bad state, and his emotions were taking control right now. "It's not okay, because Pete is dating Mikey! And I know, I would never do anything to get in between them. I would never make Pete cheat at all, god I'm not that bad of a person. I want him to be happy, and if Mikey makes him happy then so be it. But even though I know that deep down inside me, I want him to be happy, it still kills me. Every time I see them cuddle, every time I see them hug, it makes me want to die! I walked in on their little make out session today and practically broke down, and I've spent the last hour in my dorm room crying my heart out! It all hurts Frank... it hurt so much..." At this point, Patrick was in full on tears, so me and Frank continued to comfort him until he was finished crying. "I'm sorry for pouring all that on you guys I just don't know how to deal with this..."

"That's okay Pat, I'm here to listen," I reassured him. "I'm really sorry about this Patrick, I know how much you must be hurting right now. Listen, if you want to get your mind off of it, we can go out tomorrow to have some fun or something? I know it's going to be difficult, but you have to try to move on from this, no matter how hard it'll be. Frank will come with us, right Frank?" I looked up at him knowingly and he smiled.

"Of course. I know we haven't known each other very long Patrick, but I'll always be here for you during this time. You seem like a very nice person, and I would hate for you to go about this alone." He put a hand on Patrick's shoulder to comfort him, and I smiled at his words.

"You guys are so great." He sniffled a little bit, wiping off the tears he had previously cried. "Seriously, I don't know where I'd be without you guys. Yeah, I'd really enjoy going with you tomorrow, that sounds great. Do you guys know anyone who I could spend the night with tonight? I don't really want to go back downstairs anymore."

"Of course Pat, I think Jimmy's roommate is out of town right now. I'm sure he'd let you spend the night with him, just let me text him." I pulled my phone out and opened Jimmy's contact so I could send him a message.

Hey Jimmy, can you do me a favor?

It wasn't too long before I got a reply saying, Sure man, anything for my most valuable costumer!

I smiled as I continued typing. Patrick is really upset over something, I'm sure he'll tell you later, but he doesn't really want to go back downstairs right now. Do you think he'd be able to spend the night in your room?

I waited a few seconds before my phone vibrated once again. Of course, Gee! Tell him to knock on my door and I'll let him inside. I hate seeing him upset, he's such a nice guy.

Thanks Jimmy, I'm sure he'll appreciate it. :)

I put my phone back down on the bedside table and smiled at Patrick. "He said you can go to his room and knock. He'll let you inside."

"Thank you so much Gee, I really owe you one." He shot me a thankful smile back, and I was glad to see that I could make him feel just a slight bit better by doing this small favor.

He stood up and hugged both me and Frank, thanking us for understanding. Soon enough, he was out the door and it was just me and Frank again.

I sighed contently before flopping back down onto the bed and looking over at Frank as he got on the bed beside me. He had a look of admiration on his face that made me wonder just what he was thinking about. "What?" I asked, giggling at his expression.

"You're so sweet, Gee." He placed a small kiss on my cheek.

"Hey, Patrick is one of the nicest guys I know. I hate seeing him have to go through this," I replied, smiling a sad smile being returned by Frank.

"Well luckily he won't have to go through it alone, because an amazing person named Gerard decided to help him through it." I leaned forward and placed one more kiss to his lips before turning off the lamp that was on the bedside table.

"Goodnight Frankie."

"Goodnight Gee."

I turned over to lay on my side, and my eyes drifted shut. Just before I fell asleep, I felt Frank's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. You wouldn't be able to see it because of the dark, but I had a smile spread across my face.

Authors Note: Yes, hello, I've arisen from my grave. You guys are probably used to daily updates so I'm sorry for throwing that off, but I never promised a specific schedule, so I'd like to believe that I'm allowed to have my off days. Anyway, this is a fairly short chapter (only going up to about 2000 words) so I'm sorry for that, but in terms of plot progression, I don't want to give you guys useless crap you don't need. Thanks for understanding. Peace.