(Frank's P.O.V.)

After I got home from my encounter with Gerard, the one where I ended up going home with him after he broke down crying in the middle of the coffee shop, I told Bob what happened.

"Are you serious? I thought you were gonna talk to him? But I see you did more than that."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I don't know how it even happened. I go and meet up with him to talk and he and I somehow end up in bed together. I can't believe this is happening."
Bob simply shook his head, not believing my actions either. "It's like when we were together at Starbucks, our feelings for each other came crashing down like a tidal wave. It was emotional as hell and after he told me he wanted me back, everything and everyone else seemed to have faded away. Nothing and noone else mattered. It was only Gerard and I in those moments."
Bob huffed at me and picked at some dirt under one of his fingernails. "So are you two back together or what?"
I gingerly nodded my head. "Yeah. Yeah, I think so."
He chuckled. "Man, you two are the most fucked up couple I have ever met."
"Yes, yes we really are."

****
(Gerard's P.O.V.)

Mikey wasn't talking to me that much now. He thinks I am a dumbass and should not be back together with Frank. I think he wouldn't be so pissed off at me if this all happened a little differently. Yeah, the situation is totally screwed up, but it is what it is.

I do not want to go through the hell of losing Frank again. Nobody understands how I could be with someone who I claimed who hurt me and I can never trust again.

I didn't quite get it myself at first, but Frank is my only one. I see that now. I have this strange feeling that this was all a test, in some fucked up way. If it was, it was one hell of a test which nearly ruined both of our lives.

I have talked to Frank again to make sure this is exactly what he wants and he told me time and time again that is exactly what he wants to do.

****
I am laying in my bed listening to my Ipod as I try to sleep. I have work again in the morning. Same time as always. Work doesn't excite me as much as it did until the whole fiasco with Adam.

I wish Frank and I could go back in time, and did things a little differently. For example, he comes home from touring with LeATHERMOUTH, tells me he cheated and I remained calm and let him explain.

If I would have gave him one lousy chance to tell me what happened we would have never have broke up. We wouldn't have gone through months of pain and agony and self destruction.

Life is unfair sometimes and that's a fact. Sometimes I wish that this has been all one enormous nightmare and I'm going to wake up and everything will be normal again.

(Frank's P.O.V.)

I was having band practice with LeATHERMOUTH today and could barely concentrate. I was forgetting lyrics which was bad since I am the vocalist and all.

I could not shake Gerard from my mind. We have been so through so much this past year. We broke up and now almost everyone is angry at us and tell us that we are being foolish and shouldn't try to fix something that cannot be fixed. Maybe they are right? But I don't care.

Gerard Arthur Way is my reason for living. Without that stubborn man, I wouldn't even be trying to be a better man myself.

The funny thing is, we both met at a show my band did here in New Jersey. Mikey dragged Gerard out to the show. Now, I don't associate with fans like I did with him, but the way Gerard had his eyes locked on me, it had me intrigued.

I found him after the show, he found me rather. He was in line for an autograph and stupidly, I jotted my number down next to my name.

I didn't know what I was doing. All I knew was I had to see that adorable guy with the pixie nose and hazel eyes again.

I didn't think Gerard would have called me, or at least I expected to get a bunch of calls or text messages from crazy stalker fans.

But he called me anyway. He sounded so nervous. It was the cutest. This is how the conversation went:

"Um....Frank Iero? This is Gee-Gerard. I doubt you know who I am, but you gave me your number at a show last week. And umm..yeah. I don't know..sorry. Bye."

I giggled loudly and listened to the voicemail two more times before I finally called him back.

"Hello? Fr-Frank? Is that you?" He stuttered on the other end of the line. I bet he was blushing like mad too."

We talked for an hour about our interests and right before we ended the call, he asked me why I wanted him to call me.

"I wanted you to call me because I thought you were unbelievably cute."

He didn't seem to believe those words and assumed I was some asshole band guy that wanted to get in his pants. It was not true at all. It took us a year to get to know each other, since he and I both were pretty busy in life.

He did feel silly though when he didn't think he could trust me. He also had a hard time believing that someone like me would ever be interested in someone like him.

But in time, our little crushes turned into something more real. I was the first one to say 'I love you' he was surprised and when I thought I scared him off, he said it back. He didn't wanna blurt those words back just because I said them first.

He knew deep down he felt the same way as me. I knew he did too because of the things he would say to me.

Hell, Gerard and I never had full on sex until I proved to him that I wanted more than that from him. I didn't care about getting laid, I mean I'm a dude so of course I did, but obviously, sex was not my number one intention with Gerard.

Ever since I saw him at that show, it's been magic and fireworks up until that one fateful day where I tore us apart.

I can't believe how the two of us ended up the way we are.

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