Gerard's POV

"Let's get this over with. The less I see you, the better." I spit at Zacky as we walk into the workshop of the guitar store. He sighs and gets the pieces for guitar and he begins to put them together. Although before he starts constructing the physical guitar, he gets a piece of paper and a pen and slides it in front of me.

"What the hell is this?" I ask.

"Write Frank a note, he loves them. He told me a couple of days ago." He says, and turns to the guitar and begins attaching the tuning keys onto the head of the guitar. I huff and begin writing the damn note.

Slowly, I get more emotional in it, am start to say the things I love about Frank.

His eyes...

His lips...

His personality...

His kisses...

His laugh...

I go on and on until I get to the bottom of the paper and end it with,

I hope we stay together for a while. Merry Christmas Bunny.

Sincerely yours, Gee
I actually am pretty happy with what I wrote.

Frankie, my baby, my bunny, my boyfriend...

You mean so much more to me than you think, and I want you to realize how much. We haven't known each other forever, but it sure does feel that way. We spend a lot I our time together, and I don't regret any of it, or nor will I ever regret it.

My point is, that you are amazing, and beautiful, and simply incredible.

I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend.

You mean so much to me, my heart aches sometimes when I'm not with you.

You are absolutely amazing, and we met on weird terms but I really, really, really like you.
A lot! You are someone that I would fight someone for.

I just wanted you to know that. Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't perfect, because you are.

Everything about you is perfect and I love it all!

You're eyes...

Lips...

Personality...

Kisses...

You're laughter...

It's all amazing, and I want you to know that I see, that and I really like you.

I hope we stay together for a while.

Merry Christmas Bunny...

Sincerely yours, Gee
"Gerard, you alright?" I hear Zacky ask me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why are you asking." I growl.

"You-You're crying..."

What? No I'm not. All of a sudden, I hear a little plop, and I see small wet spots scattered around the paper.

"No I'm not!" I yell, wiping away the very obvious tears. "Fuck you!" I scream and bolt out of the room and to the bathroom. I slam the bathroom door shut and grip my hands I the sides of the white sink. I take deep breaths, almost like sighs before I look up into the mirror.

My eyes are red and my faded red hair looks very unkept. Then we have the wet patches under my eyes, and the tears at the bottom of my cheeks. All of a sudden, I think about the bet.

This stupid motherfucking bet!

I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!

I should've never made it! I can't bare to see the look on Frank's face when he finds out it's all a bet.

But it isn't. It really fucking isn't.

I fell for this kid, and I fell pretty fucking hard and fast. I meant every little thing in that note and there is more that I still need to tell him.

If I could turn back time I would have never even accepted the bet. I wouldn't have ignored Mikey. I wouldn't have looked at Frank a pathetic, suicidal, gay boy. I would have kissed him in eighth grade and we would have been together for five years. I realize I'm crying again and sit down on the floor, and cry.

I might kill Frank...

I lay down the cold, tiled floor, and look up at the ceiling and continue to cry.

What have I done?

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I eventually get up off the floor and clean up my face. I wipe my rare tears off my cheeks and rinse my face, making sure to emote every line of wetness from my tears. I dry my face and quickly leave the bathroom, but take my time walking back to the workshop. I don't want to see Zacky. I don't want to see a person that would make Frank happier than he is with me. I don't want to see a guy that would be better off dating Frankie.

I rub my face and think about those tears. The last time I cried was when Nonna died, and I was twelve. I didn't cry when I was about to jump off a building in New York City. I just felt the pain of never enjoying my life. But the girls, and the parties, and the alcohol took all of that pain away. It distracted me from the real, cruel world.

But I was never really happy...

Frank makes me happy, and he is the only one that had done that in years. I don't know what that's means, but I am scared as hell to find out.

I get back to the workshop and sit down in the stool and reread the letter over and over again.

"Gerard?" I hear Zacky ask. I look up with tired eyes and set the note down. I realize how amazing the guitar looks, and that Zacky is doing it for Frank.

They would make such a better couple...

"Yeah?" I reply with a quiet voice. He is still working on the guitar but it seems like he needs to talk to me. I rest my head in my hand and listen.

"I need you to understand that I'm not trying to steal Frank from you." He admits.

"But why are you always near him?" I question, not believing him.

"Because he makes people happy, and he is fun to be around. He's never upset, and always tries to make people feel good."

"But do you like him?"

"Yeah, a little but I wouldn't want to take him from you."

"What do you mean?" I ask, and he sighs.

"Don't tell Frank this, because he told me not to tell you but, he really likes you. He is always talking about you and how you make the world so much brighter for him. Nothing bothers him anymore because the guy of his dreams likes him. He really, really likes you. I wouldn't be surprised if he told you he loved you."

"R-really? Frank feels that way about m-me?" I'm on the verge of crying again, but these tears are filled with joy.

"He adores you Gerard." He smiles and picks up the now finished guitar and and sets it aside. He gets wrapping paper, a guitar case, and a box and begins to package up the guitar.

Frank feels that way about me? God, I'm so fucking happy. He cares about me, and talks about me. I couldn't be happier! I blink and tears pour down my cheeks and I wipe them off quickly.

I look up at Zacky and he is just finishing putting the guitar that is now in a case, that says, "Plant-O-Matic" and he puts it in the white box and seals the final price of red wrapping paper.

"Here you are Gerard. Frank's new custom guitar." Zacky cheers and we walk up to the front desk and I pull out my wallet and my debit card.

"How much?" I ask.

"Alright, the actual guitar is 425, and the case is custom made so that is 100. So your total is 525 dollars. But I want to give Frank a present too, so I'll pay for the case." He says, and pulls a solid 100 dollar bill out of his pocket and places it in the register.

"Are you sure you wanna pay for that? It's pretty expensive." I say, because I have no problem paying for it all. I have a shit load of cash, and it's for Frank, so I'll spend any amount of money to make him happy.

I swipe my card and finish the purchase. I take the guitar and before I leave out the doors, I say something I thought if never say.

"Thank you Zacky." I see his eyes go wide, and then he smiles.

"Anytime Gerard." He replies and I leave the store.

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"Where did you go? Where did you go?" Frankie sings as he races down the stairs. He rushes to my open arms and he hugs me tight.

"I missed you, Bunny." I whisper as I nibble on his ear. Suddenly he pushes me away, and flips his hair. I smile but then I get confused.

"What's wrong Bunny?"

"Where did you go?" He taps his foot and puts his hands on his hips. I laugh and quickly scoop him up in my arms, bridal style.

"I just went to the store, Bunny." I kiss his soft lips but he pulls away again.

"Which store, and were you with anyone?" He raises his eyebrows.

I can't tell him I was with Zacky it else he'll know I was in the guitar store and that might blow my big present.

"The store in town. So what were you doing while I was gone?"

He smiles, like he just forgot about everything he just was talking about and I smile too, and I begin to walk to my room.

"Well first I hung out with Mikey, then we played video games, then I-" His face drops and it goes pale, before he jumps out of my arms and bolts down the stairs.

"Frankie?!" I yell concerned and quickly chase after him. I see him on the bed with his computer in his lap and he begins to click multiple times and he presses several buttons.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God." He pants before he calms down. "Thank God..." He sighs, closes his computer, sets it on the floor next to the bed, and plops on his back.

"What were you doing?" I question with a smile on my face. Obviously my little Frankie is up to something.

"Nothing, I was just doing nothing." He says, and I don't believe it for one second.

"Oh really?" I say and begin to walk towards my bed. I see him nod and he closes his eyes and holy fuck, he looks sexy. I crawl on the bed, while looking at him. His chest is rising, an his hands are laying by his head. Not to mention his knees are bent, and his legs are slightly spread. I spread his legs apart even more, making his eyes shoot open and alarm bells begin to ring for him. I crawl in between his legs and place a kiss by the side of his mouth.

"What are y-you doing, G-Gee?" He ask, his voice shaking slightly.

"Just kissing my gorgeous boyfriend... Is that a problem?" I purr and look at him. His eyes are wide, and beautiful. His shoulder long hair is scattered around my black pillow and his mouth is slightly parted.

Suddenly he rolls over, causing my arm to buckle and I loose balance and fall on my side. Frank sits up on the bed, with a blush on his face. He kisses my nose and pulls away.

"Naughty Gee." He says and winks at me.

What the fuck is this kid doing?

I chuckle, shake my head and sit up.

"So what were you doing on your computer, babe?" I question, tilting my head slightly.

"N-nothing. I was shopping?" It came out as a question and now I know this boy is up to no good.

"Were you now?"

"Y-yeah, I was."

"I don't believe it." I whisper and lean in to kiss him.

"Boys come upstairs!" I hear my mom yell from the top of the stairs.

"I love your Mom!" Frank cheers before bolting up the stairs.

Goddammit, thanks a lot Mom!

Notes

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