(Frank's Pov)

Two months later, it's new years eve and Gerard and I are skyping again.
We were both on our Christmas vacations but as usual, I'm stuck here in my dorm, with no family to celebrate with. It's not necessarily a bad thing since I get to have more time talking to Gerard.
Though, the thing I wondered about was why he didn't go spend Christmas with his family? I mean, I know he at least has a brother who'd probably like to spend Christmas with him. So why didn't he? I guess I'll never know. Even though I could ask, it would seem abit rude to. I think. Despite the fact that Gerard and I are really close now, I wouldn't want to intrude into his family issues.
"Five more minutes until the new year." I state in a calm tone.
Gerard just laughs and takes a few sips from his coffee mug.
"All I need is a mistletoe and a certain someone in New York with me and this night will be absolutely perfect." I chuckle.
Gerard blushes a bright crimson red, looking as adorably speechless as ever. "And who would be that certain someone from New York be?" He questions in a light flirtatious tone.
I loved the moments when Gerard got flirty. They were sometimes rare, but that's what made them special. How could I ever resist myself?
"Oh, you might know him." A smile spreads across Gerard's face.
"Pretty well, if I say so myself." I wink.
"Well, I guess I'm jealous now." He laughs. "I'll need to have a talk with this certain someone. Warn them about what they'll have to deal with when they meet you." We both burst into laughter.
"I bet you were so red when you had your first new years kiss." I say once I've caught my breath from the small fit of laughter.
Gerard's amusement fades and his expression grew sorrowful.
"What's wrong?" I instantly ask, worried that I said something to hurt him.
"Nothing."
"Was it what I said? I'm sorry if I upset you.." I frown.
He shakes his head and grabs his mug to take another sip. "It's not that, I swear. It's just..." He trails off, not saying another word as he went into deep thought.
"It's just what, Gee?" I half grin.
"I've never kissed anyone.." He takes a deep breath then clears his throat. "Nor have I been kissed."
"Oh.."
Our conversation falls silent and grows embarrassingly awkward by the second.
Who would've known that someone like him had never had his first kiss. Who wouldn't want to kiss him? He's like the most amazing and beautiful person I've ever known. Despite his habit to sass anything that had the ability to comprehend the English language. He was perfect. I guess maybe he just doesn't have time for such things. Drawings as good as his didn't just come out of his most likely sexy ass.
The alarm on my phone goes off loudly beside me, telling me that it's officially 2014. "Happy new year, Gee." I chuckle, hoping it would lighten up his mood.
He immediately smiles at my change in tone. "Happy new year Frankie."
After that, our conversation seemed to flow naturally, as usual. We went on and on about what we would do in the new year, resolutions that we'd never really fall through on and other things that only the two of us could find hilarious.
Gee and I are in the middle of somewhat parodying silence of the lambs when there was a loud knock on my door. "Be right back, beautiful." I wink at him and lightly throw my laptop onto the bed then go to open my door.
I open the door to find Jenna smiling while holding a bottle of wine and a couple of noise makers. "Happy new year Frankie!" she exclaims.
"Happy new years! What are you doing here? Wasn't Ray throwing a party or something?" I say in the most polite way I possibly could.
She raises an eyebrow. "Such a festive person I see." She chuckles. "No, he isn't. Surprisingly. But I thought I would spend new years with you."
My eyes widen and I suddenly find it hard to speak. If she came in, she'd see Gerard's face on my laptop and probably embarrass the hell out of me. She only knew about Gerard because she saw me talking to him over Twitter and from the past several videos I recorded mentioning his name. So, if she even had a tiny chance at speaking with him, she'd take it and pretty much ruin me. unintentionally of course. "I.. uh..."
"Don't tell me you've got plans.." She frowns.
"I'm so sorry.. But I'll make up to you." I smile at her as innocently as I possibly can.
She laughs and rolls her eyes. "What could you possibly be doing right now that makes you decide to not hang with me on new years?"
I pause for a moment. "Furiously masturbating?"
Jenna laughs again. "Gay or straight porn?"
"Nah, massive orgies. You should know that by now, hun." I playfully wink at her.
"Well okay then, but you owe me for this." She says as she slowly begins to walk away.
"Of course!"
Once Jenna is out of sight, I close my door and get back to the laptop on my bed.
As I face Gerard once again, he's smiling at me in complete amusement. "Quite a nicely decorated wall you have there." He says in a sing song voice.
I try figuring out what he meant by that until I noticed that my laptop had landed at an angle that would allow him to see my wall that was decorated with the several if not, many of Gerard's drawings that he'd posted on twitter that were dedicated to me..
The thing is.. Gerard never knew I had printed them out and posted on my wall. It was like my secret shrine of all of the little masterpieces he has made for me. Ever since he drew that picture of me and my guitar, I wanted to have it. Not just a photo on the screen of my phone. But as close to the real thing I can get. So ever since, I've started getting the pictures printed. He never really found out how much I truly admire his work. I guess the secret is out now.
Some of them were colored and some of them were black and white. Most of the drawings were a physical representation of all the things we talked about and laughed at. Like how funny it would be if I'd some how magically gotten myself in to a lemon suit or me shouting "Give me the gee!" to a large crowd. Small funny things like that, that made my day every time I looked at them. Especially when I woke up. It's alot better than the plain white wall that I used to have to be honest.
I can feel my cheeks flushing to the reddest of reds, as I see him just smirking at me. "I.. I have no explanation for that.."
"Obsessed?" He laughs.
"You know it, baby." I wink at him.

By this point, I should have my name changed to Frank Iero, Gerard Way trash #1. Because fuck I'm obsessed.

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