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     We got to Gerard’s house in tow minutes. I don’t know why we didn’t just walk. I mean, it’s not like he lives far from me. Whatever. It doesn’t matter now.
     Anyways, we got out of the car and walked up the patio and to his door. He unlocked the door and headed in.
     Naturally, I went to follow, but he stopped me, ‘Wait here.’
     ‘Why?’ I responded, confused. Was he hiding something from me?
     But he just smiled and said ‘Please.’ I couldn’t say no, it would be worse than telling your kid they couldn’t have the guitar you promised them.
     He returned a few seconds later. ‘Come in,’ he said. He must have seen the confusion on my face because he added, ‘You’ll get it in a couple days.’
     I sighed, ‘You know if you keep getting me stuff, I’m going to have to have a room added to my house just so I have somewhere to keep it all.’
     ‘I know.’ He said ‘I just love seeing your reaction. You always get such a big smile on your face. It’s just so cute.’   ‘You’re so cute.’ He added as we walked upstairs to his room.
     ‘Well I think you’re cuter than I am.’ I said.
     ‘Nah-ah.’
     ‘Ya-ha.’
     ‘There’s no way in hell I’m cuter than you. Just because I’m a better kisser…’
     ‘What!?! You’re not a better kisser than I am.’ I interrupted, acting offended.
     ‘Prove me wrong.’ He challenged.
     ‘Gladly.’ I said closing the few steps between us quickly. Instantly his tongue invaded my mouth, his arms pulling me close, his hands going up my shirt. Before I could comprehend what was going on, he had me against the wall. With nowhere for me to move, I simply fought back, returning the dominance of his kiss. I slipped my own tongue past his, searching his mouth as I so often did.
     At this he pressed his hips against mine and I knew that I had lost this time. A moan escaped my throat, and another as he began to kiss my neck, never letting the pressure of his body against mine fade.
     ‘Just fuck me.’ I managed to say.
     ‘Hmmmm. Gladly, Frankie baby.’ He murmured into my neck.
     His hands had just begun working on my belt buckle when Mikey sprinted through the door yelling ‘Gerard! Gerard are you here! Are you okay! Answer me!’ I heard him running frantically up the stairs before he burst into Gerard’s room.
     Normally, I would have stopped but Gerard…. he was just too good. I don’t know how else to say it. The way he was kissing me…..damn he’s good. There was no way I could stop unless he did first. He was in control this time.
     ‘Gerard!’ Mikey half squealed running up and hugging Gerard. Wrapped in Mikey’s tight grip, Gerard longingly kissed my neck a few more times, but then had no choice but to stop.
     He turned to his younger brother. ‘I’m a little busy Mikes.’ Gerard said. Realizing the look on Mikey’s face he asked, ‘What’s wrong?’
     I was so worried about you. You wouldn’t pick up your phone, and with how close you work to the World Trade Centers… I just needed to know you were okay. I got here as fast as I could…. I’m sorry, I know I interrupted you guys but I was just so scared. I would have died if anything had happened to you.’ Mikey panicked, a tear or two dripping from his eyes.
     ‘Shh,’ Gerard said calmingly, hugging his younger brother tightly. ‘It’s okay.’
     I almost felt guilty. I had known Mikey for a long time and had never seen him like this.
     ‘Mikey. I’m sorry. I totally forgot you went out of town.’ I stated honestly.
     ‘It okay.’ He responded.
     ‘We both should have remembered to call you.’ Gerard said.
     ‘It’s okay.’ Mikey repeated, releasing his hold on Gerard. ‘ I’ll go now. I have to anyways. I just needed to know you were okay.’ Mikey spoke to Gerard. The three of us ended up hanging out for a little while before saying goodbye to Michael, then heading back upstairs.
     ‘Maybe you are a better kisser.’ I said as we entered Gerard’s room once again. He smiled. ‘Teach me your ways oh great one.’ I joked, smiling myself.
     He laughed his unique laugh and then said, ‘Gladly my young padowan.’ He paused and we both cracked up, ‘But not until after dinner.’ He finished.
     ‘Why?’ I asked.
     ‘Cause it’s always fun to fuck after a date.’ He answered.
     ‘You would know.’ I teased.
     ‘Let’s not forget it was you who first brought that idea to my attention. He said in return.
     Damn, you got me. Now let’s get your clothes for our date so we can head back to my house. I want to try out your song on my guitar.’ I stated.
     ‘W-What?’ He stammered.
     ‘You heard me. You said it had a tune in your mind. I know you could write it out as guitar music. You’ve always been good at that stuff,’ I explained. ‘Now hurry up. I really what to play that song,’ I pushed.
     ‘I think you just want something to do to pass time quickly so we can get out sooner, and then we can fuck sooner.’
     ‘You got me. But either way, let’s go.’ He got his clothes quickly and shoved them in a bag, along with a few other things like his toothbrush and his yummy smelling shampoo.
     We headed out to the car and were on the way to my house when I asked, ‘Are you going to let me see what you’re wearing tonight?’
     ‘Nope,’ He replied.
     ‘How ‘bout just the shirt you picked out?’
     ‘Nope.’ He repeated stubbornly.
     ‘Fine,’ I said giving up as we pulled into my driveway. I rushed Gerard into the house and shoved paper and a pen at him right away. Just as I predicted, he quickly wrote the measures and notes down under the lyrics he had copied from his first draft.
     For the next three hours, we were rockin’ out, him singing and me plucking away at my guitar. Obviously we didn’t just sing Gerard’s song. There was a mix of some great tunes, from Queen to Iron Maiden to The Cure, and so on.
     We each had a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch at about 1:00, before Gerard called an end to our little rock-out session and began to draw. I watched patiently as a few lines turned into a detailed picture.
     It was at Maxwell’s in Hoboken New Jersey. Gerard told me he saw a few concerts there with Mikey. I had also gone there once with Gerard, in high school. But in his picture, it wasn’t anyone I recognized onstage.
     Then I looked closer and I was shocked. There onstage stood Gerard at the mic, me to his right with my guitar, Gerard’s old friend Matt on drums, and Ray Toro from high school, who was also on guitar. Gerard considered Ray one of the best guitarists ever.
     ‘Gee.’ I said confused.
     ‘Frankie, maybe we could. I bet we really could start a band. We got nothin’ else goin’ for us right now.’
     ‘I’ll go for it if you do,’ I said reassuringly.
     ‘Thanks.’ It was far-fetched, but he was right. We had nothing else going for us at all. I was pretty sure Matt and Ray would be in as long as they liked the music, and the song Gerard had written that morning was perfect. They’d be hooked.
     We spent the rest of the day talking about our new ‘career’ inspired by Gerard’s drawing.
     I found it funny that we were getting into such detail over something that would most likely not happen. Oh well, that didn’t matter right then. Gerard was so excited, I didn’t have the heart to tell him how unlikely this really was.
     I was glad when he decided to grab his bag and get changed. A few minutes after he had left to change he emerged from the bathroom, and when he came out I was stunned. ‘Holy shit. You look….hot. Like drop dead fucking sexy. Like more than usual. That shouldn’t be possible,’ I said staring.
     There was no way I couldn’t stare. He really looked just that good. I mean, he wasn’t wearing anything special, but damn I hadn’t seen him wear a tight shirt in a SUPER long time. He had on a brand new pair of black skinny jeans with  a tight black t- shirt. But it was perfect, not too tight but still form fitting; Just perfect. It was also brand new and…. Custom made, I guess you’d call it.
     Gerard had spray painted a skeleton holding a gun on his shirt in white, which looked really good against the black background. Now like I said it doesn’t sound super hot but the way he wore it….or maybe it was just me. I don’t know Oh well, he looks fucking hot no matter what. Damn I can’t wait, I’m going to change. Then we can leave and I just know dinner’s gonna be amazing.

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                  F.POV

     We got to Gerard’s house in tow minutes. I don’t know why we didn’t just walk. I mean, it’s not like he lives far from me. Whatever. It doesn’t matter now.
     Anyways, we got out of the car and walked up the patio and to his door. He unlocked the door and headed in.
     Naturally, I went to follow, but he stopped me, ‘Wait here.’
     ‘Why?’ I responded, confused. Was he hiding something from me?
     But he just smiled and said ‘Please.’ I couldn’t say no, it would be worse than telling your kid they couldn’t have the guitar you promised them.
     He returned a few seconds later. ‘Come in,’ he said. He must have seen the confusion on my face because he added, ‘You’ll get it in a couple days.’
     I sighed, ‘You know if you keep getting me stuff, I’m going to have to have a room added to my house just so I have somewhere to keep it all.’
     ‘I know.’ He said ‘I just love seeing your reaction. You always get such a big smile on your face. It’s just so cute.’   ‘You’re so cute.’ He added as we walked upstairs to his room.
     ‘Well I think you’re cuter than I am.’ I said.
     ‘Nah-ah.’
     ‘Ya-ha.’
     ‘There’s no way in hell I’m cuter than you. Just because I’m a better kisser…’
     ‘What!?! You’re not a better kisser than I am.’ I interrupted, acting offended.
     ‘Prove me wrong.’ He challenged.
     ‘Gladly.’ I said closing the few steps between us quickly. Instantly his tongue invaded my mouth, his arms pulling me close, his hands going up my shirt. Before I could comprehend what was going on, he had me against the wall. With nowhere for me to move, I simply fought back, returning the dominance of his kiss. I slipped my own tongue past his, searching his mouth as I so often did.
     At this he pressed his hips against mine and I knew that I had lost this time. A moan escaped my throat, and another as he began to kiss my neck, never letting the pressure of his body against mine fade.
     ‘Just fuck me.’ I managed to say.
     ‘Hmmmm. Gladly, Frankie baby.’ He murmured into my neck.
     His hands had just begun working on my belt buckle when Mikey sprinted through the door yelling ‘Gerard! Gerard are you here! Are you okay! Answer me!’ I heard him running frantically up the stairs before he burst into Gerard’s room.
     Normally, I would have stopped but Gerard…. he was just too good. I don’t know how else to say it. The way he was kissing me…..damn he’s good. There was no way I could stop unless he did first. He was in control this time.
     ‘Gerard!’ Mikey half squealed running up and hugging Gerard. Wrapped in Mikey’s tight grip, Gerard longingly kissed my neck a few more times, but then had no choice but to stop.
     He turned to his younger brother. ‘I’m a little busy Mikes.’ Gerard said. Realizing the look on Mikey’s face he asked, ‘What’s wrong?’
     I was so worried about you. You wouldn’t pick up your phone, and with how close you work to the World Trade Centers… I just needed to know you were okay. I got here as fast as I could…. I’m sorry, I know I interrupted you guys but I was just so scared. I would have died if anything had happened to you.’ Mikey panicked, a tear or two dripping from his eyes.
     ‘Shh,’ Gerard said calmingly, hugging his younger brother tightly. ‘It’s okay.’
     I almost felt guilty. I had known Mikey for a long time and had never seen him like this.
     ‘Mikey. I’m sorry. I totally forgot you went out of town.’ I stated honestly.
     ‘It okay.’ He responded.
     ‘We both should have remembered to call you.’ Gerard said.
     ‘It’s okay.’ Mikey repeated, releasing his hold on Gerard. ‘ I’ll go now. I have to anyways. I just needed to know you were okay.’ Mikey spoke to Gerard. The three of us ended up hanging out for a little while before saying goodbye to Michael, then heading back upstairs.
     ‘Maybe you are a better kisser.’ I said as we entered Gerard’s room once again. He smiled. ‘Teach me your ways oh great one.’ I joked, smiling myself.
     He laughed his unique laugh and then said, ‘Gladly my young padowan.’ He paused and we both cracked up, ‘But not until after dinner.’ He finished.
     ‘Why?’ I asked.
     ‘Cause it’s always fun to fuck after a date.’ He answered.
     ‘You would know.’ I teased.
     ‘Let’s not forget it was you who first brought that idea to my attention. He said in return.
     Damn, you got me. Now let’s get your clothes for our date so we can head back to my house. I want to try out your song on my guitar.’ I stated.
     ‘W-What?’ He stammered.
     ‘You heard me. You said it had a tune in your mind. I know you could write it out as guitar music. You’ve always been good at that stuff,’ I explained. ‘Now hurry up. I really what to play that song,’ I pushed.
     ‘I think you just want something to do to pass time quickly so we can get out sooner, and then we can fuck sooner.’
     ‘You got me. But either way, let’s go.’ He got his clothes quickly and shoved them in a bag, along with a few other things like his toothbrush and his yummy smelling shampoo.
     We headed out to the car and were on the way to my house when I asked, ‘Are you going to let me see what you’re wearing tonight?’
     ‘Nope,’ He replied.
     ‘How ‘bout just the shirt you picked out?’
     ‘Nope.’ He repeated stubbornly.
     ‘Fine,’ I said giving up as we pulled into my driveway. I rushed Gerard into the house and shoved paper and a pen at him right away. Just as I predicted, he quickly wrote the measures and notes down under the lyrics he had copied from his first draft.
     For the next three hours, we were rockin’ out, him singing and me plucking away at my guitar. Obviously we didn’t just sing Gerard’s song. There was a mix of some great tunes, from Queen to Iron Maiden to The Cure, and so on.
     We each had a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch at about 1:00, before Gerard called an end to our little rock-out session and began to draw. I watched patiently as a few lines turned into a detailed picture.
     It was at Maxwell’s in Hoboken New Jersey. Gerard told me he saw a few concerts there with Mikey. I had also gone there once with Gerard, in high school. But in his picture, it wasn’t anyone I recognized onstage.
     Then I looked closer and I was shocked. There onstage stood Gerard at the mic, me to his right with my guitar, Gerard’s old friend Matt on drums, and Ray Toro from high school, who was also on guitar. Gerard considered Ray one of the best guitarists ever.
     ‘Gee.’ I said confused.
     ‘Frankie, maybe we could. I bet we really could start a band. We got nothin’ else goin’ for us right now.’
     ‘I’ll go for it if you do,’ I said reassuringly.
     ‘Thanks.’ It was far-fetched, but he was right. We had nothing else going for us at all. I was pretty sure Matt and Ray would be in as long as they liked the music, and the song Gerard had written that morning was perfect. They’d be hooked.
     We spent the rest of the day talking about our new ‘career’ inspired by Gerard’s drawing.
     I found it funny that we were getting into such detail over something that would most likely not happen. Oh well, that didn’t matter right then. Gerard was so excited, I didn’t have the heart to tell him how unlikely this really was.
     I was glad when he decided to grab his bag and get changed. A few minutes after he had left to change he emerged from the bathroom, and when he came out I was stunned. ‘Holy shit. You look….hot. Like drop dead fucking sexy. Like more than usual. That shouldn’t be possible,’ I said staring.
     There was no way I couldn’t stare. He really looked just that good. I mean, he wasn’t wearing anything special, but damn I hadn’t seen him wear a tight shirt in a SUPER long time. He had on a brand new pair of black skinny jeans with  a tight black t- shirt. But it was perfect, not too tight but still form fitting; Just perfect. It was also brand new and…. Custom made, I guess you’d call it.
     Gerard had spray painted a skeleton holding a gun on his shirt in white, which looked really good against the black background. Now like I said it doesn’t sound super hot but the way he wore it….or maybe it was just me. I don’t know Oh well, he looks fucking hot no matter what. Damn I can’t wait, I’m going to change. Then we can leave and I just know dinner’s gonna be amazing.