Wait, Stay.

Five.

We laid there, cuddling and kissing for what felt like days, but by the next morning both of us agreed that it was time to get out of bed and go out.

Without asking, I picked one of Frank's clean (well, it seemed clean at least) shirts off the floor and put it on. Frank winked at me. "You look hot in my clothes."

I blushed faintly and smiled shyly at Frank. "you think so?"

"No, I think you're fucking hideous. Of course, I think so, how could I not? You're gorgeous." By this point, I was blushing so hard I probably looked like a tomato. Way to keep your cool, Gerard.

I turned around so he couldn't see my face. "Do you wanna go out for breakfast? I don't function very well in the morning until I've had coffee."

Frank nodded emphatically, breathing a sigh of relief. "I'm just glad you wanted to go out, too. I'm not much of a cook but I would've at least attempted pancakes for you." He stuck his hands in his pockets. "Where did you wanna go?"

"I'm not sure; let's just walk until we find a place we like." I grabbed his hand and rushed out the door.

We ended up walking a few blocks until we found a diner that looked good. To be honest, it looked like every other diner I had ever seen in my life, but we were both much too hungry to find anywhere else. We sat in a booth by the window and watched people pass by.

"Gerard?" I looked at Frank questioningly as he grabbed both of my hands over the table. I stare back at him and can't help smiling. "Yeah, Frank?"

"I still think you're out of my league, but will you be my boyfriend?"

My jaw dropped as I stared at him, not quite sure as to if he was serious or not. I watched as he chewed his lip and shifted nervously in his seat. That's when I knew this was all real. A wide smile spread across my lips and I squeezed his hands slightly as I nodded, "Yes"