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(Frankie's pov)
        I wake up to a beautiful song, and turn over to see where it's coming from. When I do I see Gerard staring at a sheet of paper and doodling. He is singing a song I've never heard before. "What's the name of the song your singing?" I ask making him jump. He sets down his pencil and makes his way towards the bed. He sits down and strokes my hair, "I don't know yet." He says. "Wait you wrote the song?" I ask. "Yea, I do it sometimes when I'm bored. It's nothing." He says, blowing it off. "You sure do have a beautiful voice Gerard!" I say playing with his long black hair. "Oh no I don't," he says. I think about arguing with him over how beautiful his voice is, but decide not to.
         "Frankie, do you wanna stay with me?" He asks all of a sudden. "Tonight?" I ask. "No, do you wanna stay with me forever? I don't want you to stay another night at you asshole dad's house. Please ?!" He asks, throwing his arms around me. "Of course Gee. I would love to stay with you." I say wrapping my arms around him.
           We fall asleep wrapped up in each other's arms and don't wake up until morning. Our school has random breaks here and there and we have today, which is Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off of school. So me and Gerard sleep in until 1 pm. Mikey and Ray come into the room and bang on pots and pans to wake us up,  because we all need to get up and do something. I tell them that my dad should be at work and that we could go by my house and grab my stuff, and we all get into the car and drive over there.
       Luckily just as I thought my dad wasn't home, so we all just went in and loaded all of the stuff I absolutely needed and wanted into the back of Gee's truck. I sneak into my dads room and take back my electric guitar that he had taken from me 3 years ago. It takes us about an hour to get all my stuff and then we head back home.
        It feels so good to call this place home. It feels so good to live with the love of my live, my everything, my Gerard.

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