Franks pov
After we returned to the Way house hold, mikey retreated to his room, leaving gerard and i with a simple smirk and a nod in my direction when gee looked away.

Personally, i had no damn clue how to ask gerard to be my boyfriend, but i decided it had to be done at somepoint so tonight is perfect.

We sat in silence as Gerard was doodling on a piece of scrap paper he found on his bed. Now is perfect time to ask.

"Gee" he looked up at me, my voice was barely audible but it was just loud enough to catch his attention in the silent room.

"Its okay if you say no and stuff , but maybe, by any chance would you want to, like you know, be my boyfriend?" Before i could even look up to see his reaction, his lips were on mine , pressing gently against them in the most perfect kiss. He pulled away and nodded, making me tear up and squeal like a little school girl.

He put on some music and pulled me onto the floor to dance with him in a fit of pure excitement and happiness. Euphoria.

When gerard finally fell asleep, i began to write, not for any particular reason, just because i felt like it.

Gerard. What a pretty name. It suits him so well. He kissed me twice today. Best day of my life. October 31st. My birthday, the day of our shows that we fuckin won by the way, the day of my favourite persons lips touching mine for the first time and the day that i felt alive. Its like i could run a marathon and rule the world and save universe all at once. He makes me happy. More than ive ever felt. Theres a song by a band named sleeping with sirens and its called 'if im james dean then you're audrey hepburn' and some of the lyrics are so true. Not that im in love with him. Maybe soon though. I can see that very easily happening. Hes the definition of perfect, like the vouge of boyfriends, like a beautiful rock band in a bunch of pop bands. Hes like an anchor for my life. Keeping me here. Hes like a song on my darkest days. Like a smile in a world of frowns and a hug when i feel most alone. I couldnt ask for anyone else.

Eventually, i stopped writing and pushed the paper into the bottom of my pocket so it wouldnt fall out and let myself fall into a deep, happy slumber.

Will your heart always beat that strong for the both of us?

Always.