Gerard's POV

I rolled my eyes in disgust, forcing my way through the halls, as all the neon cladded figures walked out while the final bell sounded. It was Spirit Week, in other words, the worst five days in the world. Prom was coming up this weekend and everyone was off their rocker about it.

I started heading to the parking lot and caught myself glancing over to the smoke deck. It's been almost two months since I set foot over there, I missed it more than I wanted myself to. My heart dropped when Frank matched my stare, I tried to take my eyes off of him but I couldn't, it was like he had me stuck. Next thing I knew, I was walking towards them. "Hey guys.", I said bluntly, I could feel their bodies tense up as they turned towards me. I pulled a stogie out between my shaking fingers. I was preparing for the hail fire storm that awaited me.

"Well hey Gerard, crazy seeing you here.", snapped Frank. His voice was harsh and cold, but his eyes held a slight happiness. He was glad to see me, but he didn't want anyone to see it. I gave him a small smirk to see his reaction and just like I imagined, it shook him. He didn't know what to do with himself and it was amusing.

"How have you guys been?", I asked as I sat down on the bench, "I've missed you." They all crowded around me like old times and started asking me questions about what's been going on. "It's just been a little rough lately. I'm terrified of life after graduation, you know? But I've met someone who's started helping me out and shown me a lot of things that even I wished I could unsee. They're like a personal savior.", I said with a soft chuckle. This felt good, it felt normal. Frank walked over to stand in front of me with his arms crossed, when he was upset always did his best to try and intimidate me even though it never worked. I smirked at him and he dropped his arms, "A for effort Frankie."

Frank let out a small smile and a sigh of relief, "You know me too well. And no matter how much I want to be mad at you, I can't. You're my best friend dude. I'm happy to see you're doing better. So who's this so called "savior" of yours?" He punched me in then arm as we all started to head out.

I unlocked my car and threw my shit in the back seat, "Come by later and you guys can meet em.", I waved them goodbye and headed home.


Rosaline's POV

"So what's up with you and this Gerard guy, lady?", Lisa asked me for the millionth time since we started our movie The Lucky One.

"Nothing at all. I'm just a friend trying to help him clean his life up. He's too young to go down the same road I did. If I can keep him from hitting rock bottom, then I will. It's nothing more than that.", I explained to her trying to keep my attention on the movie. "Besides he's way too young for me, he hasn't even graduated yet."

"Oh yeah? Then why are you going to his house later?", she said winking at me, "I mean it's okay to hook up with younger guys. He's very good looking so you hit the jackpot. Just don't forget to tell me how good he is." She started laughing when I hit her with my pillow. I told her nothing like that was going to happen and that I was going to meet his friends that I advised him to make up with. "Right and I'm the Virgin Mary."

I rolled my eyes and went back to the movie. Within the hour, Lisa had left and I started getting dressed. I'm really glad he took my advice to talk to them. He sounded really excited when he told me that Frank wasn't mad at him anymore. I was happy for him, but for some reason I felt a little jealous. All I could think about was the one time we kissed, yeah it was an intoxicated one, but I still remember exactly how it felt. Like the softest rose petals brushing themselves against my lips. I wanted them again but I knew I couldn't.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and headed down to the car. He was getting what he wanted and I couldn't let my feelings interfere with that. My mission was to get him completely sober and back on track with his life. He was so motivated to get clean after I told him my horror stories. He told me that he never wanted to end up like I did, regardless of the fact that I'm doing good for myself now. I didn't want him to go down that road either, because it is one that'll scar me forever.

I turned into his neighborhood and looked for the small Jetta he drove. I finally spotted it and parked across the street. He already had the door open by the time I reached the porch, "Hey pretty lady. Everyone's down in the basement." I heard them cackling and screaming from the top of the stairs. We headed down the steps into a large red room with black furniture, it looked like what I imagined. There were band and movie posters pasted all over the walls and a life size Michael Myers stood in the corner. "Hey guys, she's here we can start the movie.", he said as he reached the bottom of the stairs. I followed right behind him and they all stood up to greet me as if in the presence of a queen. Then I heard a soft gasp break the short silence.

"Rosie?"