I find it hard to stay with the words you say (I don't love you sequel)

Chapter 2: The future.

Frank's P.O.V

Life seemed good. I thought I'd finally moved on. I got a few dogs who I love so much. I got them when me and Gerard broke up. I wondered what Gerard would be doing frequently, though.

It was halloween, which also meant it was my birthday. There was this person too. Well, a girl. Yes, a girl. We were really close, like, when she smiled, I smiled and stuff like that.

Okay, okay, it was Jamia. Anyway, one of her friends and his band mates were throwing me a surprise party that night. It was kind of a Halloween slash Frank's birthday thing. It should have cheered me up. 

I pulled on my Misfits shirt and pants. Gerard used to love this shirt. As I walked down the stairs I heard barking from the kitchen. Poor pups, I didn't usually sleep in that late. I guessed I just wasn't in the mood that day. 

I decided to walk the dogs before my therapy session. Walking to the cabinet, I popped an anti-depressant in my mouth and swallowed it with a fresh glass of water. After that I pulled my coat and shoes on and got the leads. My youngest and smallest pup squealed as I tripped over her and fell to the floor. I couldn't help but chuckle as she ran over and started licking my face. I picked her up and settled her down onto the floor before putting their leads on and stepping out of the front door into the cold morning of New Jersey.

I couldn't help but wonder what Gerard would be doing on his typical morning.

"Oh, hey, Jamia!" I shouted across the road to where she was sat, plucking away at her guitar. "You're really getting good with that!" I congratulated her and she looked at me in embarrassment, her cheeks swelling red. I'd been giving her lessons, even though she still liked me. I've forgave her for what she did. I mean, I did the same thing with Gerard when he was still with Lindsey. I practically threw myself at him. I guess she couldn't help it. I'm just so damn sexy. 

I let out a little giggle as I was thinking to myself and she tilted her head in confusion, and then irritation as I brushed her off and shouted "Cya!" over my shoulder and walked away. I giggled to myself again. I heard her sigh and continue to play her song on the guitar.

I stuck the keys in the lock and turned them a few times until the latch clicked and I stepped into my house. I threw my keys onto the table and removed the leads from around the dogs' necks, placing them on the right hooks. Slowly, I walked upstairs. The anti-depressants were wearing off. Pulling my phone out of my back pocket to check it, I saw I had 3 missed calls and a text from James. He was Jamia's friend, y'know, the one that was throwing me the birthday party?

'Dude, where are you? I spoke to Jamia. She said you were walking your dogs. 

Hurry and get changed, be at the house for 5.

See you there, James.'

I checked the time. Shit. 4:30.

I guessed I was blowing off therapy again. How long was I walking for? I decided I'd be fine in what I was wearing then. They were clean, kind of. I grabbed my keys off the table and ran out of the front door, locking it before sprinting down the road and running 6 blocks to a big country house. It belonged to James' parents who were out of town for the weekend.

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Gerard's P.O.V.

I had heard there was a halloween party at an old country house, seeing as though it was halloween. I figured I'd go and see who else I could get with. It started five thirty, and it was four thirty then, so I decided I'd better set off. I pulled on my hoodie and converse and walked out of the front door, too drunk to even lock it. 

Slowly, I walked down the street and signalled a taxi to stop. I lived too far away to walk. The first few refused to give me a ride as I could barely stand, but one taxi felt sorry for me I guess, and gave me the lift for free.

When we arrived, I stumbled out of the taxi and slammed the door in his face. I didn't even notice he flipped me the finger. I walked in to the house at around five forty-five and the first thing I saw was alcohol. Alcohol everywhere. I grabbed a few cans and settled myself down into a bean bag, waiting for the girls to come running, when I saw a spin the bottle game going on. Blind-folded too, so you wouldn't have to worry about them chasing after you afterwards. Just my cup of tea.

I settled myself down in the big circle of men and women. Someone pulled me back and wrapped a blindfold around my eyes. Of course, I freaked out, shouting and swearing, causing everyone else to turn their heads to see what the big commotion was. I heard them laugh at themselves as they realized they were still blind-folded and couldn't actually see anything.

I settled down again, sat in the circle, and casually waited for my turn to make out in a cupboard.  After a few spins of the bottle, I was tapped on the shoulder, along with another person, and lead away to be shut in a small room with this other guy. I sat awkwardly on the floor, waiting for them to make a move. 

After a while, I got fed up of waiting and I reached out, grabbing whatever part of them I could find first. Their shoulders. They gasped but I pull them in too fast for them to say anything. My lips crushed theirs, and they freezed at first, but soon relaxed and kissed back. His lips were soft. Slightly chapped from the cold, but I found myself enjoying it. His arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer, and it seemed familiar.