Gerard pov.





Syn opens my front door, carefully bringing me in so my parents who are just around the corner watching TV in the living room don't notice. He has a tight grip around both of my wrists, and he is half carrying and half dragging me up the carpeted steps. Man, this hurts. This has got to be one of the most stressful situations I've been in this year.
"Syn?" I ask, unaware of how loud I actually asked that. His head whips around, and his finger goes up to his lips, singling I need to shut up, now.

When we finally reach the top of the steps, he drags me to my room, throwing me on the bed harshly.
"I'm going to have Zacky stay with you tonight. His parents are much stricter than yours, they'll have him decapitated if they see him like this." He then sticks his hands in his pockets, leaving the room to hopefully ring Zacky up without a sound.

This is the Syn I like. The responsible, caring one who acts almost like a parent when he needs to. Not the raging party, Syn. I love that he cares so much for us, even though he acts like he doesn't sometimes. It's times like these that it really shows how much he cares.

I anxiously stare at the ceiling, counting each crack and hoping to god that they don't get caught, when I hear footsteps approaching my door. My heart speeds up rapidly, fearing that it's one of my parents, but am quickly reassured when I see Syn and a clearly drunk Zacky being dragged behind him.
"Syn you got the wrong house, silly." He slurs, playfully slapping Syn's shoulder.
"Zacky." He sighs, setting Zacky on the bed carefully. "Go to sleep."
"Mmkay." He mutters, and gets under the covers and rolls over, attempting to sleep.

"I'm going to go home." Syn mouths and I nod, waving and then laying down next to Zacky. I get under the covers and pull out my phone, opening Twitter and checking all of the pointless tweets famous and try-hard people are saying. Twitter is almost becoming boring.

Within a few minutes, I can feel myself start to drift off. Before I know it, my eyes are closing and forcing me into a not so peaceful sleep.



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"Hey, hey." I can hear a voice whispering and shaking me slightly, trying to wake me up. I groan and turn over, not ready to get up and face whoever is trying to shake me awake. I assume its Zacky though, considering he's the only other person in my room.
"Zacky stop, let me sleep." I groan and the voice laughs a little.

He's probably still drunk.

"It's not Zacky." The words coming out of the unknown persons mouth, freak me out, knowing its not Zacky, so my eyes instinctively snap awake, looking at the person before me.

It's Frank.

"Frank..?" I stutter out. "What are you doing here? It's three in the morning."

"I wanted to talk to you." He says, gesturing for me to get up.

"Ok..." I say, following him into the bathroom.

"I just came in here so that your...friend wouldn't hear us." His voice has an odd tone in it while mentioning Zacky. I brush it off though, moving on.

"So what do you want to talk about?"

"Nothing in particular...just everything. I want to get to know you." He says, and I can't help but feel a little creeped out. My stalker is asking to know about my life.

"Um...I don't know." I say quietly.

"Are you still scared of me?" He says quietly, lifting up his head slowly to look me in the eyes.

Theres a moment of silence, of him just looking at me, and I finally open my mouth.

'A-a little." I admit, looking down at the ground.

"I thought we already talked about this..I'm not going to hurt you..unless you give me a really good reason to." Those words still frighten me a lot, even though I know they're being used in a way as comfort instead of threateningly.

When he sees the slightly terrified look still present on my face, a sympathetic look takes over his.

"I'm sorry, I really am not going to hurt you." He almost whispers, getting closer to me. "I-I just really want to get to know you, I'll even tell you about me if you want?"

I nod, and then open my mouth.

"What do you want know?" I ask, still slightly scared.

"Your favorite things, your fears, your problems, your friends.." He says, but trails off at the last part. What is with him and my friends?

"Ok..."

"Well, I love art, music, specifically singing, um..comic books, video games and movies." I look up to make sure he isn't bored out of his mind already, but he seems to be very invested in what I am saying.

"I hate sports, and reading anything other than comic books basically, and cooking." He smiles at me, and gestures for me to go on. This is weird.

"My problems...well you can figure those out for yourself.. or I'll tell you when we get to know each other better." I wink, using the exact thing he used on me.

He smiles back, playfully nudging me shoulder. I freeze a little. It was the first time he touched me, and I actually allowed him to.

"You ok..?" He asks, noting my sudden silence.

"Yea..its just...nevermind." I brush it off, continuing where I left off.

"Well my friends..or lack of." I chuckle. "I have two..Syn and Zacky. Zacky is the one in my room right now actually, he's quiet and I definitely consider him my best friend. Syn on the other hand, is also an amazing friend. He's much louder though, but cares about us so much." I continue on, rambling about how great they are when Frank stops me.

"What about me?" He asks, quietly.

"Well.." I start, unsure of the right thing to say. "I don't really consider my stalker my friend." I say honestly. Surprisingly a wave of hurt makes its way onto his face, and I feel actually bad.

"Y-you think I'm your stalker?" His eyes widen, and he looks me right in the eyes.

"Well..I mean you do show up in my house at three in the morning and I still don't know how you get in here." I joke, and hurt is a little less prominent on his face.

"Well, thats my new goal. You're going to consider me your friend. Why do you think I so called 'stalk' you?" He says, trying to joke even though I know he's still slightly offended. " I want to be your friend, I want to be the one you call over when you are hurt and the one you have endless times of laughter with." He says, not quite looking at me.

How can he want that when he doesn't even know me..or know what I've done in the past and am still currently doing. He doesn't know the dark side of me, and frankly, I don't think he wants to.

However, I can't help but feel flattered at the fact someone wants to be my friend this badly. Even if he is sorta my stalker. It makes me feel nice. I'm still going to be cautious around him, but maybe he isn't so bad?

I look up at him and smile, and he smiles back.

"Well.." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I should probably get going. You need to sleep and you should have some time with..Zacky." He mutters, and waves goodbye climbing out the window and running into the woods at the back of my house.

This kid sure is weird, but I think I like it. I think I like that he's weird. Maybe that'll help him understand the real truth about me later on when I tell him. It's something that even Zacky and Syn don't know. I feel like I can trust him though.

Notes

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