Once we were downstairs he released my hand and sat down on my bed before he just stared blankly at me. It took both of us a few minutes to realize I was still without pants, causing both of our faces to heat up immediately.

"Why don't you go put on some pants before it gets more awkward in here?" He suggested as he averted his eyes from me. I blushed and nodded before walking over to my closet and pulling on a pair of sweat pants. I walked back out to find him still sitting on my bed, looking around my room. I walked over and sat next to him causing him to look over at me.

"So..." I said, trying to break the tension in the room.

"Which ones did you read?" He asked staring ahead.

"Just the red one. I'm really sorry." He nodded.

"What all was in that one?"

"Um, just stuff about you getting boozed up and taking pills, some things about hanging out with Mikey, and, um, yeah." He nodded again.

"You read all about me being a complete and total wreck?" I nodded this time, blushing slightly as I pulled the journals from under my bed and handed them to him.

"Here, I'm sure you'll want these back."

"Thanks. So, you won't go on fan sites and spread the things you read, will you?" He asked, looking over at me for the first time since this conversation began.

"What?" We both sported confused faces.

"Don't you recognize me? Wow, that sounded conceited, but uh, you have my picture on your wall." He pointed to one of my posters, the My Chemical Romance one. That would be the reason why he and Mikey looked so much like themselves. I laughed to myself.

"Holy shit! No, I'm not one to dig into gossip and other people's lives." A wave of relief washed over his face.

"And if Mikey asks, tell him it was just drawings and lyrics. He doesn't need to know what's really in these." Gerard said, motioning to the stack of notebooks that now sat in his lap.

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed. So, I'm guessing that this was your room?"

"Yeah, I have no idea what happened though. I mean really, my parents didn't mention anything about moving. Mikey and I get home from a five month tour and find you sitting half naked on a sofa in what we thought was our house."

"I would have loved some warning on that one. The only person I expected to be at my house today was my mom and she doesn't get home 'till eight, so I figured that it would be okay to walk around like that. Obviously I was wrong." I laughed a little at the thought of how frightened I was by the appearance of two guys in my house.

"How old are you anyway?" Gerard asked curiously.

"I'm turning eighteen on July 13 and I just graduated high school last month."

"Ok, so at least I don't feel like that much of a pedo now." He laughed a little at the end of his sentence, while my face got red for the millionth time that day.

"Gerard!!!" Mikey yelled from the living room. Gerard glanced at the stairs and then back to me.

"Here, keep a hold of these for me for a little while. I'll get them in a few weeks, you can finish reading them if you want." He said as he leaned over and slid the pile back underneath my bed before walking over to my desk and grabbing the black sharpie that had been sitting on it. He then walked back to my bed and wrote his phone number on the wall beside it. I looked at him curiously and he shrugged in return, "Call me a few hours after Mikey and I leave." I nodded.

"So, shall we go find out what he's bellowing about then?" I suggested as I stood up from my bed.

"I guess." Gerard replied before we walked up the stairs and into the living room.