Wrong Username - Frerard

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frank's pov

gerard made really good spaghetti. i was sad when there wasn't anymore left but oh well.

"come on let's go." gerard saying as he grabs my hand again, and we walk to his room.

when we walked down the steps, i accidentally tripped on the last step because i'm a short fucking human.

"aaaa" i yelped as i tripped. i fell into gerard's arms. fuck.

"are you okay frankie?" gerard asked me with what i think was a bit of worry in his voice.

"i'm okay." i said and i fucking blushed, again.

"wanna watch a movie?"

"sure. what do you have?" i asked.

"hmm." gerard bended down to look at his huge selection of movies.

"titanic?" he asked me.

"sure."

gerard put the movie in the dvd player, and we sat in his bed with the covers over us. at first i was paying attention to the movie, but i got distracted by how gerard looked as he watched it. he looked so happy and for most of the movie i was just staring at him, wishing he could be mine.

i then looked away and grew tired. gerard somehow only noticed my tiredness and not how i was staring at him. he put his arm around me and i layed my head in the crook of his neck.

i fell asleep in that oh so comfortable position.