{Gerard's Point Of View.}
"So, you like Frank?" Mikey said. We were in the kitchen grabbing coffee. I reached for the coffee cup at the other end of the table.
"Yeah. I think so, I mean, it's this love, that grows, and grows whenever I kiss him, it's like I can't control myself." I said, I took a sip.
""That's cute. I'm sure Frank likes you too." Mikey said.
"I don't want to tell him I love him, just yet. What if he doesn't feel the same way about me?" I put my cup down, soaking in the realization.
"He will, trust me. I'm good when it comes down to things where Fank's involved. It's like, I can read his mind." Mikey said, then I picked my cup again, and took another drink. Just thinking about Frankie makes me feel all tingly. His sweet voice, his soft hair, his juicy lips. Every little feature on his body just as beautiful.
"Gerard, if you like him, it's cool with me. You shouldn't be telling me that you like him, tell him." he got up from the seat and went into the living room.
What he just said was still running through my mind. If I could tell Frankie that I love him, I'll be nervous, it wouldn't be easy, it'll be hard. I mean come on, it's Frank Iero, cute smile that I can't resist. Imagine. Saying 'Frankie, I love you.' it's even hard in my head. Especially, when could I tell him, it has to be the perfect moment, because if it's bad, he most likely won't feel the same way. 'Gerard, I'm sorry, but I only think of you as a friend, and I'm moving back to New York so I never have to see you again.'. AAAHHH!!!! Perhaps I'm over exaduration. I need to keep calm and drink some more coffee. That will help.
Okay, so in order for me to tell him I love him, I'll make it seem as normal as possibl. 'Hey Frankie, Quinton Tarantino came out with a new movie, Iloveyou, want some coffee?'. Never mind, scratch that, it sounds rediculous. Even in my head, just like my last one.
<*self note: Don't burst out in Wal-Mart next time you buy an mcr album. People get creeped out when you screamed and jumped around like a maniac.**>

Well, can this situation be any harder on me? Don't think so, it's hard as it gets. 'Frank, I'm just going to come right out and say that, I love you. Your perfect, and I think-'
KNOCK, KNOCK...KNOCK.
Urg. Way to interrupt my thoughts.
"Mikey, get the door." I said, I'm still in the kitchen, and he's not. So it would make sense for him to get the door because he's closer. I heard him get up and open it.
"Hi Amber, is something wrong?" Mikey said.
I went into the living room when I heard 'Amber', because she's probably here for-
"Gerard! I wanted to give you something." she said, Mikey moved out of the way for her, and she came in. Her usual clothes, her usual hair style, and usual smile. So, I'm not too nervous. It's only Amber, but I better not say anything bad to her, or she'll talk about ,e in front of all her friends like she did two weeks ago. It wasn't all that fun hearing about how I told her about Kimberly getting pregnant. But she wasn't, it's just that she's gotten fatter.
"Okay. So, since it's the end of our third year in high school, just like last year, I'm throwing a party like the last 2 years, and I actually want to invite you." she said.
"Thanks. Sounds cool." I said, she handed me a paper.
"Frank's going to be there already, I gave him an invite like an hour ago. Your actually the last person on my invite list. So, I think your invites actually special! I'm going in alphebetical order, so since your last name is 'Way', your last. But thats actually cool." she sat on the couch in the living room. Oh. She's going to be a visitor, instead of just stopping by.
"Why exactly are you inviting me?" I asked, sitting next to me, Mikey was already gone. He doesn't exactly 'like' Amber. She talks about him a lot, and she's kind of mean to him, I wouldn't blame him for leaving the room.
"I just never invited you to one of my parties before, and I think your fun." She said.
"Really? We hardly talk in school, and when we do, you always talk about me to your friends."
"Your name just happens to come up in our conversations."
"I need your help. Can you help me with something?" I asked. Crap. What was I going to ask her? Oh that's right. I'll tell her what I was going to ask Frankie.
"I really like you, and I've known you for a long time, and I kind of wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out. Because strangely, I love you." I said. I think that sounded about right.
"Gerard, really? I can't believe this, I've always waited for you to ask me out-"
"SHIT! It WORKS! Thanks Amber, You can go now, thanks for your help." I stood up, and I went to the door. She was still sitting, so I'm guessing she didn't want to leave.
"Wait. So you don't want to go out?" she said. I walked over to the couch where she was sitting.
"Oh that... It's what I was going to ttell this person I like, and I wanted to see if it works, and it does, and it does. So thank you." she smiled.
"Oh. Okay, so who were you going to ask out?" she pulled me down on the couch, and her eyes focused on me.
"Promise not to tell?" I said. She nodded.
"Frank Iero."
"OMFG! I KNEW IT! So, I invited him too!" she said loudly. She took off her shoes, and pulled my hand and she led me to my room.
"I'm going to pick out your outfit, and I'm going to do your wardrobe!" she said, she closed the door, put on some music, and went through my drawers, closet, and everything else.