Monday finally rolled on by. To be perfectly honest, I was scared. I didn't know what to do next. I didn't know what to expect. Where would I go after today? With my mom? Do I stay with Gerard? These thoughts stuck in my head like glue as Gerard sat with me on the couch, stroking my hair. I didn't want to say anything to ruin the moment or upset Gerard, so I kept quiet.
But still, something had to be done. Why did things have to be so complicated? Why couldn't I just stay here with Gerard without hurting my mom's feelings. Each decision had a consequence. If I stayed with Gerard, my mom wouldn't get to see me. She would get suspicious and hurt. And then there's legal issues. But if I left Gerard, he would get hurt. So would I. I would miss him. This week was the best week of my life by far. And the most stressful.
I sighed deeply. Before I knew it, I had begun to cry. I sobbed softly into Gerard's shoulder. Gerard sat up.
"What's wrong, Frankie?"
"It's really nothing."
"You're crying. I know that's not nothing."
I exhaled sharply. "Fine. I love you, Gerard. So fucking much--" I couldn't continue, as I was crying too hard.
"So, why are you crying about it?"
I sighed in defeat. "I love you so much and I don't want you to ever leave. And I don't want to leave you. I know I haven't known you that long, but this past week I was happier than I have ever been. I didn't want to bring it up and upset you, or even upset myself, but I don't want to ever leave you, Gee."
Gerard stared at me with a blank expression. After a minute or two, realization spread across his face. "Fuck, Frankie. I've been thinking, too, and... I think it would be best if you went back home."
"Gerard--"
"What time is it?" Gerard asked himself and pulled out his phone. "Almost noon."
"Come on, you gotta pack. You have a flight to catch."
"Gerard, don't do this!"
"But I have to, Frank!" I could see tears forming in his own eyes. "Don't you see, it's best for the both of us! This wasn't even meant to happen! It was all a mistake!"
I stared at him with anger boiling in my stomach and flames in my eyes as a waterfall of tears erupted from my eyes and streamed down my face.
"So what am I, Gerard? A mistake?"
"No. I'm the mistake." Gerard answered quietly.
"Just stop making things so complicated!"
"I'm making the least complicated decision here, Frank. Don't you see? Now you go pack or I'll pack for you."
I stared at him in disbelief. I shook my head and bit my lip to try and hold back the tears. I said nothing, just grabbed my suitcase from beside the couch and stuffed the excess clothing inside of it. I slowly made my way to the door. As I grabbed the doorknob, ready to angrily storm out, I stopped. I turned around to face Gerard. The look on his face only made me want to cry even more. I slowly shook my head.
A quiet "No," escaped my lips.
Gerard ran over to me and brought me close to him in a tight embrace. We both continued to sob loudly.
"God, Gerard I love you so much. I don't want to leave you," I sobbed.
"I don't want you to leave, either. But this is the way it has to be." Gerard managed. "I'm so sorry," he softly whispered into my ear. Gerard pulled away. "Don't you have a plane to catch?"
I took a moment to gather my breath. "Yeah," I whispered.
Gerard pulled me in for a kiss, and I could feel his tear stained cheeks press against my face as they wet mine.
I pulled back for air. "Gerard, come with me," I gasped.
"I wish I could."
I continued to kiss Gerard while opening the door at the same time. We stayed like that until we made it to the front porch. Gerard followed me out to his car. He hopped in the front and silently drove all the way to the airport. The only sound was of the two of us sobbing. We finally made it to the airport. I got out, while Gerard stared at me with tear stained eyes through the car window. He drove off, looking at me the whole time. I held my breath in a pathetic attempt to stop crying. I had to take time to reflect on everything that had just happened. One minute I'm happy in Gerard's lap, the next I'm crying, alone at the airport. I went through the stupid airport regulations, occasionally gaining stares from people. I knew it was because they saw me crying. Did I care? No. I cried up until I got on my plane. After I found my seat, I began to sob again. I think it's safe to say I cried the entire five-and-a-half hours to New Jersey.

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I finally made it to New Jersey. I was still crying as I walked up my front steps to get inside. As I opened the door, I was greeted by my mom, who instantly ran up to me.
"Honey, why are you crying?" she asked. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," I tried to assure her.
"I can tell that you're not. Tell me what happened."
"I'm just overwhelmed with meeting my idol," I lied. It was hard to even say his name.
"Well, tell me all about it! I'll get the tea!" Mom exclaimed, as she ran into the kitchen to pour two cups of tea she had previously made.
I followed my mom into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I buried my face in my hands as I groaned silently. Mom came over with two steaming hot cups of tea with a wide grin on her face. She really was happy to see me, wasn't she.
"So?"
I explained everything that had happened the previous week, obviously leaving out the parts with me and Gerard being a... thing.
After an hour or two of our "Quality time" of chatting, I finally ran up to my room. I knew I was going to start crying again any minute now. I flopped down on my bed. Yep here came the waterworks. I grabbed my phone to play some music, thinking it would help to drown out my thoughts. Great job that did. The first song to play was one of Gerard's. I threw my phone across the room and covered my face with my hands. Who knew one week could change everything?

Notes

*Hides behind bush* Is it safe to come out? Sorry for the drama, guys. Do you still love me? <3