I Drew You Once in Art Class

Seventy-Three

Gerard and Frank sat on Gerard's bed.

"God, there's no way this can end well."

"Still! At least now I don't have to choose. 'Cause I mean, she's right, dude. I'm never home anymore. 'Cause, we used to hang out at my house, but now we mostly hang out here... I don't know. She said a lot of stuff today that really made me think about it."

"I'm sorry." Gerard leaned forward and hugged him, and right then the door opened.

"Ew! Don't make out in the house, that's gross."

"I think Peter disagrees, Michael."

"Shut up!"

"Besides, we were just hugging."

"Sure," Mikey said, sticking his tongue out at them and shutting the door.

Frank and Gerard looked at each other and giggled.

"I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to that..." said Frank, and Gerard lightly punched him on the shoulder.

"Hey, listen." Frank had taken a sudden tone of seriousness, so Gerard shifted his body to face him.

"So this, like... winter dance thing is coming, right?"

Gerard raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"Do you wanna go with me?"

Gerard laughed.

"I've always thought school dances were the lamest thing in the world, but maybe with you, it won't be so bad."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, stupid."