FRANK P.O.V.

I turn the key and ignite the engine. Stepping on the gas lightly, I back up, my eyes still fixed on Gee.
For the next ten minutes on the way to the Starbucks drive-through, I played a BVB CD. I knew Gerard liked them a lot so, I tried to cheer him up.
We pull in the tight lane and order our drinks.
For me a frappe and for Gerard, straight black.
I pay for the drinks and receive a small 'thanks' from the corner of Gee's mouth.
Heading home in a dreary state, Gee finally speaks.
"Frankie.... I'm sorry..." He apologizes.
Holy crap.
He just referred to me as Frankie.
No biggie.
Maybe.
"It's fine. Don't apologize." I carry on.
"No..." Gee whispers.We park in my apt driveway.
Gee and I hop out of my Chevy and head up the stairs to my den.I open the door and another 'thanks' escapes his lips.
I sit down on the beat-up couch, motioning with my hands, I pat the spot next to me to indicate for him to sit.
So, we lay there for about fifteen or so minutes with no words.
I suddenly look at Gee, admiring his awesomness, when he looks back at me.
Our eyes lock and reveal no signs of letting go.
My right hand automatically goes to cup his face, like I have done it a million times.
I lean closer.
Idiot! What are you fucking doing?!
He looks deeply into my eyes and then....

Notes

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG MY CRUSH ASKED ME TO HOMECOMING XD YESH!!!! Anyways... I had writers' block... :p But, here's the update!!!!!