Frank had skipped about half way till a Band kid saw him, and he tripped, falling. Frank cursed, landing on his arm. He groaned, and the band student came running.

"Oh my God, Mr. Iero, are you okay?!" Care and concern in the young Trumpet playing girls voice, holding a hand out to Frank, who was on the ground. Frank looked up, nodded, and took the girls hand, standing up.

"Yes, I'll be fine..."Frank said smiling gently.

"Thank You, Jenny...See you Tommrow..."Frank said, wincing as he tried to walk back to the band hall. He was still bursting at the seemes with happyness, but his arm hurt. He opened the office door, with his left arm, the one that wasn't hurt, and grabbed his bag, locking up the band hall. He was giddy, and jumped for joy a little before walking out of the band hall, towards the door to lead out into the parking lot.

"Opps...."Frank wispered. He'd totally forgot about Marching Practice was going on. He ran back inside, unlocked all the doors, and then returned, slipping into his car, trying not to be seen. No one noticed that, right? Oh well...They'll deal. Frank shrugged, and pulled out of the parking lot, throwing his bag into the passenger seat, giggiling, putting on a Misfits album, as he drove home.

Gerard locked up his class room, bag over his shoulder. He fixed his shirt as he walked through the Fine Arts hallway, walking past the band hall. He wondered if Frank was still here, but he probably wasn't so he walked on, outside. Gerard looked up and saw Marching Practice going on, but no Frank.

"Wow...Skipping on Practice, that's a bad Frankie...tisk tisk.."Gerard wispered to himself as he walked to his car, lightly shaking his head, with a large smile on his face. He got in, texted his brother, and started for home.

Frank pulled into his Apartment complex and got out, grabbing his bag, shutting his door, locking his car, walking up the black iron steps. He was thinking about the morning, and probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep because of it, but Frank didn't care. He hadn't been on a date with a guy in months. Frank kept smiling as he walked up the steps to his appartment. He unlocked the door, and squated down to pet Sweet Pea and Mama, and smiled. He walked in, set his bag on the kitchen table, and locked the door, fixing dinner, feeding his dogs. After Dinner, Frank put Sweet Pea and Mama on thier leashes, and went outside to get them to go Potty.

When Frank got back up to his appatment, he let his dogs off their leashes, and took a shower. Frank smiled, and got out after 20 minutes. He blow dried his hair, brushed his teeth, and pulled his boxers on, grabbing up his clothes, putting them in his dirty clothes hamper, cirling up in bed, falling asleep, it was about 8 thirty.

Gerard pulled into his appartment, and yawned, walking up the stairs. He set his bag on his coutch, and went to take a shower. After taking a long shower, washing the dirt and grim from the high school, off his body, he got out, and brushed his teeth. After drying off his hair, He wrapped the towel around himself and walked into his tiny room. He let the towel drop, and walked over to his drawer, and pulled on clean boxers, and matching Pajamas. He smiled as he got comfortable, and laid down in his bed, turning the tv on. He watched some Trick or Treat, before turning it off, falling asleep, snuggled up and warm.