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I stood there for a couple of seconds in stunned silence... until I was abruptly pulled out of my thoughts by Frankie shaking me lightly.

"Gerard, are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

I opted to take the easy way out, and play drunk.

"Whaaat?" I deliberately slurred the word to add to the effect.

He looked at me for a moment and the shook his head. "Never mind. I'm taking you home. Everyone should still be there." I broke away from his hold, irritated. Why did he have to involve everyone else? It almost felt like he was saying 'Hey guys lets go make fun of the drunk'.

But I didn't feel like fighting him now so I followed him, making sure to stay close. He had apparently walked seeing as there were no cars parked for a good mile or so.

We should steal one.

I don't feel like walking.

I spent the whole walk home in irritated silence, and his constant glances, probably to make sure I was still there or something, did nothing to help my temper and just made me feel like a little kid. God! Why did he have to be so cute and aggravating at the same time? Sighing, I sped up a bit to catch up with him so I wouldn't feel like a stalker tagging along behind him and threw a quick glance sideways. His face showed an intense look of frustration and concentration and I fleetingly wondered if that was my fault before dismissing the idea with a mental shake of my head.

When we finally arrived home, I stumbled though the door expecting some type of boisterous greeting from the gang.

Silence reigned.

No one was there.

I turned to glare at Frank.

"You lied to me?!" It came out harsher than I had intended. Almost a shout indignation.

Frank merely looked around then turned to me with an eyebrow raised. "Would you have come if I hadn't?"

I wanted to smack him. Smug b*****d.

"I'm going to get a sandwich." he stated with a smirk.

That was when I decided to get that ******** self satisfied smirk off his face in the most embracing way possible that I could think of. Just as he started walking in the direction of the kitchen, I stormed over to him, ready to enact my revenge upon him. I never got the chance, though, because as soon as I was with in arms reach...

His arms wrapped around my waste and held on to me tightly, as if afraid that I'd leave if he let go.

"I don't want to lose you." He whispered quietly. My resolve broke then and my arm dropped to my side like dead weight.

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Franks P.O.V.

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"I'm going to get a sandwich." I stated, smirking at Gerard. I could tell that I was pissing him off even more as I turned and started towards the kitchen. He took this as his queue to enact some type of revenge as I knew he would .

Just as he was about to hit me (I could tell that's what he was going to do) I grabbed him around the waste and pulled him to me, hugging him tightly.

"I don't what to lose you." I whispered this quietly, knowing that saying this might get an answer out of him.

We stood there for a few seconds in a somewhat awkward and hopeful embrace. He was tense with indecision on how to react to what had just happened and I was about to pull away when he made a move. It seemed he had decided on hugging me back (although it was more of a glomp than anything else).

"Frank I...I..." He tried to stammer out. I had no intention of letting him finish and cut him off by planting a small, tender kiss on his jaw, pulling him towards our - I mean my room.

I set him on the bed and pulled the covers over him to his chin, tucking him in. I could tell that he was tired as he had already dropped into sleep before his head even hit the pillow. Smiling softly, I made a final check to see if he was comfortable before taking my leave.

That night, I slept on the couch and did not dream at all.

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Gerard's P.O.V.

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When I woke up, I realized I had absolutely no recollection of the night before and, after a few minutes of post-sleep-brain-death, I noticed that I was in what felt/looked to be Frankie's room. With a groan, I looked to my side.

No Frank. With a sigh (of disappointment perhaps?) I threw off the covers and stood from the bed before making my way to the living room to find him. My first thought was that Frank was already up but to my surprise I found him asleep on the couch. Or... half on the couch. Or off. Either way. His head rested in an uncomfortable looking position on the floor while the rest of his body was strewn across the couch. The covers seemed to be tangled tightly about his limbs and torso and he had a twisted look on his face as if he was having a bad dream.

I walked quietly over to the arm char, careful not to disturb the awkwardly sleeping man and turned on the TV. No more than two seconds later there came a loud knock at the door. Immediately, Frank jumped (more like fell on his rear) from the couch to the floor, mumbling something about a super potato* or something equally as inane.

"It's just the door." I soothed as I stood to answer it.

Once I saw who was on the other side, I regretted answering as Lenore came prancing through the open doorway. Damn. Now don't get me wrong. I honestly love the girl, but when you get her and Frank together, hell will soon follow.

"Frankie! I got your phone call! Where is the little...oh! Hi Gee." She exclaimed in surprise as she realized it was not Frank who had come to greet her. "Um...Ceece is in the car. Getting her s**t." She said, seeming to talk more to the air than me.

"Okay. What's she getting?" Ceece was a friend of mine that I met through Lenore. Once she loosened up and started to show her true colors and we found out that we were both interested in art and other similar things, we got on pretty well.

"Her things, of course." She looked at me with a What-Else look and then at Frank who was still wrapped up in the blanket, giggling as a zombie ran across the TV screen. Guess he was still in Post-Sleep-Brain-Dead mode. "Frankie said that she and I could stay since I got us kicked out again."

"What did you do this time?" I inquired. Lenore was always doing stupid stuff and getting kicked out of houses, taking Ceece with her. Sometimes I wondered if they were joined by some invisible chain or something.

"My lover said that I am not to talk about it." She sent me a mysterious and foreboding look as she moved further into the room so as not to block the door.

At that moment, a girl with hair that was exactly like Rays in every way but color (copperish red with the blonde roots starting to show) and length staggered through the door struggling to pull three large and over stuffed suitcases inside. "What the hell Lenor? I thought you said you were going to help me!" Ceece glared at Lenor, panting from over-working.

"I forgot?" Lenore plastered a somewhat sheepish and innocent look on her face as she said this. It sounded like a question more than anything, really.

"Love you to." Ceece said still struggling with the bags.

"I got it." Frank spoke up as he jumped up to help her. This action revealed that his only form of attire were his boxers that sent a funny lurching feeling to my stomach. He grabbed one and whipped it over his head effortlessly before heading towards one of the guest bedrooms down the hall. Seems he has returned from the dead and slightly more insane of Morning.

"At least he loves me." Ceece stuck her tongue out at Lenore in a childish fashion, still gripping that other two suitcases.

Lenore, not wanting to be shown up by Frankie, tried to mimic his actions, but, instead of looking cool and collected as he had, she ended up tripping and taking out a lamp. I caught her before she could do any serious damage to herself, set her right, and let her go as soon as she was balanced again.

Ceece looked up at me with an amused spark in her eyes. "Thank you, love." It seemed like she had reverted to a British accent today. She does that sometimes. "I do not want any deaths today." She threw a grimace a Lenore who was still trying to carry the suitcase over her head. And failing.
Yes I know Frank's friends are crazy.

Think of the devil, Frank came bounding around the corner still in nothing but his boxers. Stupid stomach lurchy feeling. Stop it.

"Anything else?" He asked smiling at her and then glancing at me. He knew that he was pissing me off again by refusing to wear clothes like a decent person.

Ceece threw a quick look at me with a mischievous fox-like-grin on her face before turning back to him. "Yep! My art bag!" She took hold of Frank and dragged out to the car. I followed with a smirk on my face. "There it is."

It was bigger than the rest and, if the look on Frank's face was anything to go by, much heaver than the others as well.

Hehe.

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Lenore's P.O.V.

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About an hour of cursing, complaining, and threatening castration with a dull number two pencil later, we had finally got settled in and Frankie had finally put some clothes on.

Thank God.

Gee Gee and Ceece (who had once again switched back to her original, American accent) were in the living room debating rather heatedly the proper ways to shade over the coffee table. I could see my friend growing red with anger and moving to throw the pencils at him. I took this as my queue to leave, fearing getting hit myself by a misfire. Besides, I need to have a little talk with Frankie.

Just as the art supplies war between Gee and Ceece was starting up, I made my move. "Frank, would like to have a smoke?" I asked in a tone I hoped sounded innocent enough to avoid suspicion.

"But you have asth-"

"Just come with me," I cut him off and started walking off. When I looked back, I saw him still sitting with a puzzled look on his face. Sigh. Men. "Now!"

He hurriedly followed to comply, looking like a guilty puppy dog as he did so with his head tilted down as we stepped outside and I took a seat in one of the patio chairs. He stood before me awkwardly.

"So why are you letting us stay." No beating around the bush today!

"What do you mean? I thought you needed..." I held up a hand to stop him and gazed intently at his eyes.

"Bull s**t. You called me and asked if we wanted to stay." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. " I could have stayed with Mickey, ya know."

"Well..." he paused and shuffled his feet nervously. "Well... Gerard seems to be more like himself when he's around Ceece."

"And this effects you how?" I raised an eyebrow (or tried to anyway) and gestured with my hand for him to elaborate.

"I..." More nervous shuffling." I kind of have a thing for him and..." I cut him off with a laugh of relief.

"Finally it comes out." And with that said I started doing my victory dance which was amazingly like the Macarena. I was forced to stop though since he grabbed me and pushed me back into the chair with a look of shock and vague annoyance.

"What-What do you mean finally?!" Sheesh. You'd think he didn't see this coming.

"I so knew that you and him would end up with one another! You two are so cute together." This blatant statement made him blush.

I was just about to say something else when there came a yelp from inside. We looked at each other with mirrored horror stricken expressions and dashed back to the living room to find Ceece straddling Gee and stabbing at him, brandishing a nicely sharpened colored pencil.

"WHAT THE HELL!?!?" Frankie and I both yelled at the same time. They both stopped what they were doing to blink at us. For a moment there was silence. Then...

"He was makin' fun of Super Potato. He must die!"

...Ceece went back to attacking while Gerard attempted to dodge said attacks.

"This is going to be a long day." Frankie and I groaned at the same time. This sent us into a bought of giggles.

No wonder people though that we were twins.