Romance~(FRERARD!VALENTINE'S DAY FIC!!)
Title: Romance
Author: mitchiemarie
Rating: Pg-13 xD very fluffy
Pairing: FRERARD <3333
POV: Gerard's, 3rd
Summary: It's Valentine's Day fluff for bandomvalentine with the prompt :Frank and Gerard boarding school au, and the boys being ridiculous for V-day
Disclaimer: I don't own, at all. Sadly...
Beta: The lovely Shawna longerthanwedo
Author Notes: This took me about three weeks to finish, it's about 5000 words of fluff. Enjoy :3
Gerard Way hated Valentine’s Day. He hated it with a fierce passion. Even when he was little, nobody had ever wanted to be his valentine. He had lost count how many girls (and guys) had turned him down. Every year, it was the same thing; he would watch horror movies at midnight and scarf down all the candy and chocolate that Pete, his roommate, received. Meanwhile, Pete would always go out wherever, to movies or concerts, hell, even bars sometimes! He’d come back late the next day, even if there was school the next day. Needless to say, Pete was popular and Gerard wasn’t. Pete never got upset when his candy was missing; he was too happy and hyper to notice anyway. But the next morning, his previously, appropriately, tight skinny jeans wouldn’t fit, at all. They wouldn’t even button. That’s why, for the three days after Valentine’s Day, Gerard would have to survive on water and run his ass off- literally!-just for the pants to fit. It never failed, he’d been at Pency Prep, totally boring-boarding school, for four years. Now, four years later, he was still stuck doing the same thing.
He was thinking of renting some bloody movies as he walked out of the gates of Pency Prep. Visiting hours were almost over, but he honestly didn’t care. He could always climb the fence to get back in. He was heading over to the video store down the street. That was his pre-V-day routine. You see, Gerard was a creature of habit. The day before Valentine’s Day he would go to the video store, Movie Star. There he would look for movies, pick out about two and then go to the café right across from it, Jeux Interdits. It was a small indie café and Gerard loved it. He loved everything from its signature coffee aroma, to its white-washed walls, to the sounds of Edith Piaf playing in the background. It was the only place where crème brûlée was served right. So, Gerard made it a habit of ordering one every time he visited.
Gerard liked order and routine, but he didn’t consider himself obsessive. He didn’t mind mess and dirt, he just liked being at the right place at the right time. Plus, watching horror movies once a year was plenty enough for him. It took his mind off of how he was very lonely, and how no one wanted to be his valentine. This year he was planning on watching The Blair Witch Project. He’d heard of it and was excited to see if it was as scary as people made it out to be. Gerard was browsing the aisles, looking for that particular movie when someone came up to him. It was a big deal, and confused Gerard a lot, because, hello, people never came up to Gerard. They mostly took one look at his long, black, hair and at his tight clothes and either a) laughed, or b) ran away. Gerard looked up from where he was scanning a movie title, Fight Club, and looked at whoever was blocking his way. It was a short guy with tons of tattoos, piercings, and very tight jeans. Gerard’s first though, hot, and he absolutely did not blush when he realized what he had thought. Instead of shrieking like a teenage girl, Gerard decided to play it cool by arching an eyebrow and asking the mystery guy, “How can I help you?” The other boy didn’t seem fazed by Gerard; he just grinned maniacally and said, “Hi, I’m Frank. Would you like to be my valentine?”
Gerard’s mouth dropped open in shock. It wasn’t because of the fact that it was a boy asking him. No, Gerard loved boys. But no one had ever asked Gerard to be his valentine and now, this hot boy (that Gerard had never met) was asking him to be his valentine and frankly, Gerard was very unnerved by it. “B-but, I don’t even know you,” Gerard stuttered.
“So? I go to your school and I thought you were cute,” the other boy, Frank, said.
“Oh, uh, um, so what are you doing here?” Gerard asked, blubbering and blushing.
“Oh! I’m renting a movie, silly!” Frank giggled before reaching around Gerard to pluck a movie from the stand. Gerard, feeling uncomfortable at the invasion of privacy, shifts backward and ends up accidentally knocking down the DVD’s on the top shelf.
“Oh gosh, I’m so, so, sorry!” Gerard gasps as he scrambles to pick up the fallen movies.
“Don’t worry its fine!” Frank bent over to help, giggling at Gerard’s misfortune. Gerard blushed fiercely as Frank’s hand brushed his. Frank’s other hand had picked up a DVD and was now scanning the summary in the back of it.
“This movie looks really good!” Frank yipped happily. He turned his puppy-dog gaze to Gerard. “Will you watch it with me?”
“What movie is it?” God knows he would not watch some chick flick.
“It’s The Blair Witch Project.” Gerard’s mouth dropped open.
“I’ve wanted to see that movie! Where was it?” Gerard couldn’t believe that Frank had actually found it.
“It was on the floor…” Gerard groaned inwardly, he was ashamed at asking such a stupid question.
“Well, I’d ask you if you wanted to watch it today, but since tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, would you like to watch it then?”
“Okay, should I bring popcorn?” Gerard hated how awkward he was being.
“Nope, if you’re going to be my valentine, then I’m going to treat you like a princess.” Frank was giggling and blushing and Gerard was insulted. “I am a guy!” he barked. It came out very squeaky, which didn’t scare Frank as much as Gerard had intended it to.
“I’m sorry, but you’re just so cute when you do that!”
“Do what exactly?” Gerard didn’t like being called “cute” ever, thank you very much.
“When you stutter, and then you blush, and then you try to hide your face. I think it’s just adorable, and I really want to kiss you right now.” Gerard’s face was now on fire, he just wanted the ground to eat him. Alive. Frank sounded like a psychopathic aunt talking to a toddler.
“I know I sound really creepy, you know, I’ll just go now. See you tomorrow!” Frank started to turn and walk away.
“Wait!” Gerard wasn’t done with him.
“Yes?” Frank’s shit-eating grin made Gerard want to punch him.
“You’re the first person to ever call me cute, and yes, I’ll be your valentine.” Frank’s smile got impossibly wider and no, Gerard’s heart did not leap at his smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at 7 outside of the music room? I want to take you somewhere before we watch the movie.” Gerard’s face was still burning, and none of what Frank said was helping to cool it down.
“Wait, 7 in the evening or in the morning?” Gerard was aware of how ditzy he sounded, but he didn’t want to get there at 7 at night and have Frank not be there.
“7 at night of course, silly bear!” Gerard did not appreciate being called a silly bear, but nickname was overlooked when Frank skipped, literally skipped, to Gerard’s side and pecked him on the cheek. Gerard’s face got impossibly redder and he covered it with his palms. Frank just giggled and walked to the cashier to rent the movie, but not before blowing Gerard another kiss. Gerard just groaned inwardly, feeling utterly mortified.
He was sure he was still blushing even when he left the video store and went to eat at the café.
A few hours later, way past curfew, he was lounging in his dorm and drawing. He had gotten past the initial shock of meeting Frank, and now he thought about some things that he had not let himself think of till then. He thought of Frank’s luscious lips and of his warm hands and his hazel eyes and his tattoos and his delicious piercings. Before Gerard knew it, his hands were cupping the fabric of his jeans. He noticed that he had a huge problem, and he groaned loudly before getting up from the couch and going to his room. The separate rooms allowed for more privacy and since Gerard was a very private person, he loved them a lot. He closed the curtains and turned off the light.
He had never done this before, and felt very awkward and exposed as he slid off his jeans and underwear, and crawled under the sheets. He began rubbing himself experimentally and was shocked at all the strange noises that he couldn’t hold back. Soon, he began rubbing faster, his hands circling his cock tighter and tighter until the heat in his stomach was so intense that he didn’t know what to do. He needed something but couldn’t remember what. His brain began wandering to images of Frank in various poses and in varying stages of un-dress. The images apparently did the trick. They pushed Gerard of the edge, an edge that Gerard didn’t even know he was standing on, and he fell. Shuddering and shaking as he came, his fluid staining his hands and his sheets. When Gerard’s breathing had returned to a normal pace, he wiped his hand off with the quilt and rubbed his forehead. He felt embarrassed, that wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to jack off to images of Frank.
Obviously, Gerard’s day hadn’t been ruined enough. His phone started ringing; a caller Gerard didn’t recognize.
“Hello?” Who the hell was calling him at this time?
“Hi, Gerard, I was wondering, what your favorite kind of chocolates and flowers were your favorite?” How did Frank even get his number?
“How did you get my number?”
“Oh, I know Pete and asked him for it.” What? Gerard mentally remembered to kill Pete the next time he saw him.
“Oh…”
“Yes, so which is your favorite?” What was he planning? To bring him roses and sour patch kids?
“Roses and sour patch kids,” answered another voice that Gerard instantly recognized as Pete.
“Pete, I am going to murder you in your sleep the next time I see you.” Gerard was bluffing, sadly, and Pete realized this because he didn’t sound fazed when he spoke,
“You know you’re not, and besides, what could go wrong?” Sadly, Pete was making sense. Gerard didn’t think anything could go wrong, but then again, this was Pete. Anything that he was a part in could go wrong, at any time.
“I know what you’re thinking Gerard, and I’m not that bad!” Whoops, Gerard almost forgot about Pete’s weird mind reading ability.
“Um, I’m kind of tired. Is that all you wanted to know?” Gerard was anxious to just go to sleep and to stop thinking about how the date was going to go, if it even counted as a date.
“Yes, this is a date Gerard, and no, that’s about it. Goodnight!” Okay, he had to have said that last part out loud, he’d known Pete for a long time, so he had an excuse to know what Gerard was thinking, but Frank? How did he know Gerard’s thoughts?
“Let’s just say, I’m Mikey’s roommate. Good night Gerard.” And Frank hung up.
‘Oh fuck, that explains everything,’ thought Gerard. So Mikey was to blame for Frank knowing Gerard’s mind. That also explained Pete. He was Mikey’s friend and his part-time job was playing matchmaker. Gerard was slightly upset that they hadn’t asked him before setting him up on this blind date. Then again, wasn’t brother supposed to know best? Mikey was his little brother, wasn’t he supposed to take Gerard’s feelings and thoughts into account? Gerard wasn’t so sure about that, but then again, quoting Pete, “what could possibly go wrong.”
A lot, Gerard decided, before he went to sleep. Then again, he wasn’t sure. He just hoped that nothing would burst into flames randomly and then kill everyone. Aside from that, Gerard wasn’t being very picky.
‘Just relax, tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day and you finally have a date with a hot guy,’ Gerard thought, trying to mentally convince himself to relax. Gerard took deep, slow breaths, something that had always relaxed him and put him to sleep rapidly. It worked, like always, and within minutes, Gerard was sleeping and snoring softly.
The next morning…
Gerard woke up early for a Sunday. It was 10 in the morning, and Gerard had to be ready by 6:30 at least. That meant that he had a lot of work to do. First of all, he had to find something to wear. He was never good at picking out clothes so he called Pete and Mikey. But sadly, they had better plans for the morning and they said something about sleeping till noon. Gerard knew that phrase was code for “Don’t bother me” and he left them alone, but first they promised to help him get ready later. So now Gerard had the rest of the morning to himself. What was he supposed to do? He had four possible choices: he could a) go back to sleep, b) draw, c) go for a jog or d) go back to sleep. On normal occasions Gerard would have chosen option d, but it was Sunday, it was a gorgeous day outside and he just felt like going out.
So Gerard put on his solid black converse, some clean blue jeans and his sweatshirt. Then he ran out the door, grabbing his shiny, aqua, iPod, and his blackberry, in case someone called. His room key was safely hung on a string around his neck, its permanent position ever since Gerard accidentally forgot it one day and ended up sleeping outside because Pete was nowhere to be found. Thankfully, it hadn’t been very cold at night, but that didn’t stop Gerard from punching Pete in the face when he appeared the next morning. Pete, apparently used to being punched, didn’t seem too bothered and gave Gerard his new key-necklace before heading out again, the same day. That hadn’t been the first time Gerard had punched Pete and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, especially if Pete did something to fuck up his date with Frank later.
Speaking of Frank, aside from looks, Gerard thought that he seemed really nice and contagiously happy. Hopefully, this could work. Gerard really wanted it to work. (He’d never admit it though.) He was tired of being single and lonely on Valentine’s Day, every year. He noticed all of the romantic couples that were out while he was running through the campus. Over by the fountain, William Beckett was sitting with his boyfriend Gabe. The two of them were laughing over something that someone had done. It was obvious to see that they were in love. Next to them another couple was canoodling, Nate and his best-friend-turned-lover Alex. They all seemed so disgustingly happy. Everyone did.
The longer and further Gerard ran the more couples that he saw. When he passed the campus park, he saw Brendon and Ryan sitting on top of a picnic blanket, with Brendon holding a guitar in his lap. When Gerard jogged closer towards them, he heard Brendon singing “Unchained Melody” and Ryan was smiling like he’d won the lottery. ‘He probably did,’ thought Gerard cattily as he heard Brendon’s voice. But Brendon and Ryan were his friends, so he wasn’t that jealous. He wanted the best for them. He was so distracted that he almost tripped over yet another couple, Jon and Spencer. He groaned in frustration, they were making out and he had interrupted them. Jon just laughed and continued kissing Spencer and Gerard wasn’t in the mood for a show so he continued on his way.
By the time that Gerard had finished his lap and had gotten back to his dorm, he had seen about eight more couples: Ryland and Chizz, Sisky and Butcher, Alex and Jack (known to all as ‘Jalex’ because they were attached at the hip, among other places) and Caleb with Zack, his boyfriend. Not to mention a lot of couples that would only be together for the day, most notably, Vicky-T and Hayley. They were just having fun, nothing serious, is what they told everyone. ‘Friends with benefits’ became their label. Gerard just smiled at them as he rounded the corner towards his dorm for the last time. He checked the time on his cell phone. It was now 2:00 in the afternoon. Gerard had spent more than four hours running around campus. He had gone around the whole school about eight times, and had seen over twenty different couples, some he knew, some he didn’t. He knew that by the time that the sun descended there would be a bunch of other couples that Gerard would have to add to the count.
Gerard had bought some water, drank the whole bottle of water, sweated out all the water, then drank more water, and now he really needed to pee. Thankfully, his dorm room was right there, and he had enough time to shower and get ready. So of course, with Gerard’s shit luck, his stomach just happened to really want food. Gerard, making a very hard decision, decided to enter his dorm and then eat whatever happened to be in his fridge. ‘Which will probably be either a piece of cheese or, if I’m lucky, some chocolate milk,’ was Gerard’s mental response. Pete never bought anything to eat, always ate out and they never had anything to eat in their dorm. Gerard’s bladder was of higher priority in that moment, so he went to the bathroom first and when he was done with that, he raided the fridge. The only thing in it, aside from a lot of dust, was a box of Oreo cookies and one lone Capri Sun juice pouch.
“It will have to do for now,” Gerard whispered to himself as he took about a handful of cookies and the juice. He ate slowly, trying to make the small amount of food that he would call lunch last. Most days he would wake up, skip breakfast and then go to class. For lunch, he would eat at the cafeteria or go out to eat with Mikey or Bob, and then go back to class. After class, he would go back to his dorm and finish his homework. Then he would draw some comics or play his guitar and sing. When he would get bored of that, he would watch television or some movies and then he’d go to sleep. That was basically what he did all week. Gerard definitely had a bushel of habits, but he felt comfortable that way. That’s why Gerard was nervous to go on the date with Frank. It was something new, possibly exciting and Gerard was very nervous.
Gerard was still nervous even when he stepped into the shower. He had less than 5 hours to get ready. All through his shower, even when he was rubbing the vanilla scented soap bar over his skin, he was still thinking of how the date would go. He was sick of thinking about it so muc; Gerard just wanted to relax. His method of shower-relaxing was to turn the knob as far as it would go and just burn off his skin with the boiling hot water. It did the trick, relaxing his muscles and calming him. But the shower made so much noise that he didn’t hear Pete and Mikey come through the front door. Gerard was unaware of his visitors until he came out of the shower, purple towel wrapped around his waist, and saw them. He yelled in surprise and almost dropped his towel. Pete and Mikey were cracking up but decided that fun time was over. It was time to help Gerard dress up for his date.
“It’s casual, so I suggest some jeans,” Mikey said, sarcastically.
“Jeans are the only thing Gerard has, dumbass.” Pete rolled his eyes.
“Stop insulting my brother, you ass.” Gerard didn’t let anyone abuse his baby brother.
“Stop patronizing me, you dick.” So maybe Mikey didn’t like Gerard’s protective side.
“Shut up!” Gerard didn’t appreciate being called a “dick.”
“Both of you, shut the fuck up, we’re here to help Gerard.” So Pete was being the mature one now? What a catch.
“Okay.” Mikey was grumbling but he obediently started going through Gerard’s closet.
Two hours later…
It took two whole hours to pick out Gerard’s clothes. A dark blue Mindless Self Indulgence t-shirt and some black skinny jeans. Out of his ten pairs of shoes, Mikey and Pete decided that Gerard should definitely wear his blue suede shoes. Gerard just ignored them and yanked on his solid, white converse. By the time his hair was dry, his clothes were on and he was ready, it was 6:30 and Frank was almost here.
Mikey and Pete had left to god knows where, and everyone else was either on a date or busy, so Gerard had no choice to just sit on the couch and wait. Except sitting on a couch and waiting was not Gerard’s thing. He went and grabbed his guitar from its stand, somewhere in the corner, and he started playing it. Gerard knew how to play the guitar, but he wasn’t good enough to play it in front of people, which is why he loved to practice when Pete was away and his dorm was nice and empty.
His guitar had previously been tuned to a drop d setting. Gerard remembered the last song that he had been playing and launched into the intro without hesitation. He had learned this song awhile ago and was confident enough with it to begin singing along when he got to the first verse.
By the time that Gerard stopped playing, he could see a shadow outside of his dorm. He put his guitar aside and went to open the door.
“Hi.” Frank looked adorable, in Gerard’s opinion. He was dressed in a black Misfits t-shirt, and he was wearing some blue jeans. With purple tennis shoes. Gerard’s mind was just screaming “hot” and Gerard agreed.
“Hi, yourself.” And oh, god, could Gerard be any lamer? Possibly, and Gerard proved himself right when he went and tripped on the rug behind the door, while trying to move backward. Thankfully, Frank had fast reflexes and caught him before he could fall over.
“I’m so sorry, I’m totally lame.” Gerard could not believe he had just said that.
“No, you’re not! I think you’re adorable, and if you want to see lame, you should see me when I’m trying to sing Hit Me Baby One More Time. By the way, I really liked your singing, and I totally love Your Guardian Angel.” Oh, he heard that?
“You heard me?” Again, what was this word vomit that was coming out of Gerard’s mouth?
“Yes, I really liked it!” At least Frank didn’t hate it.
“How long were you standing at the door for?”
“A while, but I didn’t want to disturb you. I know I’ve said it about five million times, but I love your singing, and your guitar playing isn’t half bad, I play guitar too.” So he played guitar too? What else could he do?
“So, should we get going?” Oh, Gerard didn’t realize that he had kind of zoned out.
“Sure,” he said, grabbing the only things he always took while going outside, his cell phone and his wallet. Within seconds they were out the door. They walked toward the park, chatting silently. That’s when Gerard realized that Frank had a basket in his hand.
“Are we having a picnic?” Gerard was confused; Frank hadn’t mentioned anything about a picnic.
“A small one, before we see the movie at my dorm.” Oh, that explained it, okay.
“Cool,” Gerard said, trying to think of something to say. Frank just smiled and kept on walking. Gerard followed silently, feeling uncomfortable in the somewhat awkward silence. When they finally reached a desirable spot, Frank spread the blanket on the grass and sat down. Gerard sat down next to him, not really knowing what to do. Luckily, Frank just reached inside the basket and pulled out some sour patch kids. Gerard’s mouth dropped. The next item that Frank pulled out of the basket made Gerard’s eyes widen. It was a bright red rose.
“It’s gorgeous.” Gerard’s face was on fire again.
“I thought of you when I saw it, and yes, I know I’m cheesy.”
“You’re not cheesy, that’s so sweet!” Frank giggled and moved closer to Gerard, looking straight into his eyes.
“We are such a cliché romance.” Gerard’s mouth just wouldn’t shut up, now would it?
“Yes, yes we are and I’m totally fine with that.” Frank sure does know how to take everything with ease.
“If you’re fine with it, then I’m definitely fine with it.”
“Then we’re definitely fine with it.” Frank was staring straight into Gerard’s eyes and Gerard was more than just a bit breathless. Frank’s hazel eyes were amazing, and Gerard felt a weird, unknown tingle in his chest.
He was too busy staring at Frank, so of course he didn’t notice when Frank’s hand crept up near his mouth, holding a Sour Patch Kid in his hand.
Gerard, feeling awfully bold, opened his mouth when he noticed the candy.
Frank playfully dropped the sour candy into Gerard’s mouth.
Gerard sucked on it, savoring the sour taste.
Frank decided that this was the perfect time to lean forward and kiss Gerard.
Gerard was caught off-guard and yet, he still responded amazingly well to the kiss. Frank’s tongue poked at the seam of Gerard’s mouth, and Gerard instinctively opened up. From then on, it was a battle and a dance of tongues, all in one. Needless to say, it was the best kiss of Gerard’s life. He was sad when they broke apart.
Both of them were out of breath, and Gerard had to think of dead puppies. He so did not need a boner on his first date with Frank. Meanwhile, Frank was not talking. Gerard thought that this was odd, but he said nothing, and the two lapsed into an awkward silence. Gerard was feeling very uncomfortable during that silence. He thought that it was definitely too early in the date to run out of things to say, but alas, he was too timid to say anything and break the silence. So, they just sat there eating the sour patch kids and staring at anything and everything that wasn’t the other.
Finally, Gerard couldn’t take the silence, so he just said anything that came to mind, “They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me.” Thankfully, it had the desired effect, making Frank laugh.
“Don’t cry, it’s only teenage wasteland,” Frank sang, making Gerard giggle.
They both took turns singing songs and quoting different lyrics and before they knew it, the sun was completely down, and the moon and the stars were out.
“Look at the gorgeous full moon,” Gerard sighed. It really was beautiful.
“Almost as gorgeous as you are.” Frank was just a huge cheese ball. He was ridiculous.
“Please, you’re way hotter.” Gerard really didn’t want to have an argument about who was hotter, but he couldn’t resist saying that.
“Nope, you’re hotter, and that’s final,” Frank stated with such conviction that he could’ve said that the sky was green and Gerard would’ve believed it.
“Let’s go watch the movie; I can’t wait to snuggle with you on my couch.” Gerard agreed. He definitely agreed one-hundred fucking percent.
So, he followed Frank back to his dorm, and once inside, he noted that it was neat and very roomy.
“Where’s Mikey? It looks super clean,” Gerard complimented. He was feeling super giddy; Frank had cleaned his dorm just for him.
“Oh, he’s out with Alicia, I think? Either her or Pete.” Oh, Alicia, that explained it. He wouldn’t be back for awhile. ‘Better for us; more time to cuddle,’ Gerard thought, smirking.
Frank was already headed for the television that had been placed in the center of the room. Gerard just stood back awkwardly. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to sit or something.
“Sit down; I’ll be right back with some popcorn and sodas. The movie should start soon, so get comfy,” Frank instructed before leaving into the kitchen.
Gerard did as he was told and sat down on one corner of the couch. It was his favorite place to sit on any couch, the corner. He liked having the headrest and he could lie down and curl up on his side if he was in the corner. He was slightly cold from being at the park for so much time, and his arms were starting to acquire goose bumps when Frank came back, with streaming hot popcorn and two cans of coke. Before he sat down, he placed the snacks on the coffee table in front of the couch, and then he sat down, pressing his side into Gerard’s. Then he sat down and clapped his hands twice, loudly. Gerard was surprised when the lights went off.
“Isn’t it cool?” Frank asked, before reaching over to press the play button in front of the DVD player. The previews started rolling, but Gerard was watching Frank. He scooted closer to Frank, trying to get some extra body heat, and laid his head on top of Frank’s shoulder. He smirked when Frank didn’t push him off. Instead, Frank did that corny yawning trick and then wrapped his arms around Gerard, rubbing up and down slightly, to get rid of the goose bumps, of course. By that time, the opening credits were rolling and Gerard took this opportunity to kiss Frank again, softly on the other’s lips. Frank responded back and soon they were caught up in the kiss. It warmed Gerard up, by a lot, and they only parted after they heard a scream.
Two hours later…
Both Frank and Gerard had fallen asleep watching the movie. They had been quite entertained but the events of the day had caught up with them and Gerard had drifted to sleep first, followed by Frank shortly after. They had both enjoyed the movie, even if they didn’t finish it, and both of them had decided to go out again, the following Friday, possibly to see Shutter Island. The promise of another date was still on their minds as they both dreamed peacefully, and deeply. Even the horrid screams of terror coming from the movie could not disturb the sleep of these two. A few minutes later, Mikey decided to enter the dorm with caution. He didn’t know what to expect, but when he saw that they had both fallen asleep and that the movie was still playing, he tiptoed to his room. His date with Quinn Allman had gone well and Mikey was happy. Gerard also seemed happy, from what Mikey could tell. He figured that this Valentine’s Day was a success and with that knowledge drifting happily across his conscious stream, he also went to sleep.
FIN~~~