JOYRIDING

/epilogue/

It's been around a year since I got out of the hospital.
My recovery was pretty rough. Gerard and I ended up having to move in with his family because he couldn't support us alone, and there was no way in hell I was working in my condition. Also, I relapsed once, but the disappointment Gerard faced me with was so heavy, I swore I would never do anything like that again.
Living with the Way family was interesting, to say the least. Donna is a really nice woman, and Donald is kind of oblivious, but it was pretty awkward a lot of the time. For example, the first time Gee and I had sex; I couldn't look Donna in the eye for a week.
Gerard and I got married a month ago, and he kind of surprised me by being the one who asked. That was an interesting blow to my manhood, but I guess it's good that he took initiative because I probably wouldn't have done it yet.
We're putting the honeymoon off until we move and settle into the house we bought six days ago, but Gerard talks about it all the time. He's really excited, and we don't even know where we're going to go yet. I don't blame him though. I'm excited too. Besides, he's cute when he's excited.
And speaking of the house, we're moving our things in today. Right now, actually.

Gerard grins and tugs my hand. "It's time!"
I close my Microsoft Word document and shut my laptop. "Okay. Let's go."
He pulls me up off the couch and out to the moving van and his car – which is sort of mine too now.
We arrive at the house a short while later, and for a moment I just rest my head against his shoulder and play with his hand – I'm glad we went with simple silver bands, because it really compliments his skin tone.
Finally, he nudges me. "We have to go move everything in."
I sigh and shift so I can kiss him. "I love you."
He smiles, a tinge of pink decorating his cheeks. "I love you too."
It's evening by the time we finish, and we still haven't made the bed. Not that it really matters, what with Gerard's head on my chest and his hand in mine – on the couch; Star Wars is on TV.
I want to write, but I guess I'll worry about getting these thoughts down later. This is more important, Gerard is more important.

In conclusion, I never thought I'd be more than a druggie. I am so much more than that now, and I couldn't be happier or more proud of myself. I had nothing before. I didn't even have a bed, let alone
Now, I've got a house, a career plan, a job, a husband, a life. I am so fucking domestic; it's hard to remember hating domesticity like I did.
People change with the right motivation, I guess. Gerard is definitely the right motivation. I'm so in love.
Anyway, I gotta stop being so sappy and end this damn book already.
Xofrnk

It's finally finished !! (I didn't even plan the whole 'Frank is a writer' thing, it kind of just happened.)