"Why won't you show me?"
"Because its private!"
"We're in the same group, Gerard!" I laughed.
I was trying to convince Gerard to let me see what he'd done so far on our music assignment... It wasn't working so well.
"Its embarrassing..." He mumbled.
"Why? Is it about me?" I joked, laughing at the thought.
Gerard's cheeks went red as he smiled, "Maybe..." He said.
"Oh my god... No... You're kidding right?" I asked, my emotions crossed with humor, disbelief and confusion.
"Shut up, Frank. Its not like you could write a good song about me!" He snapped.
I smirked, "Is that a challenge?"
"Yes. If you can make a good song about me tonight, I'll give you 20 dollars."
I sprung forward and shook his hand, "Deal."
Gerard smirked, "You know its 5pm right?"
I nodded, "Yep."
This is going to be easy peasey.
~~|~~
"I'm done! I did it! Hail me! King Frank!" I cheered.
Gerard chimed in, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I'm going to be 20 dollars richer after this!" I said, pride in my voice.
"Alright, let's hear it."
"1! 2! 3! 4!
If we wait
It may be too late
We'll make everybody cry
We wouldn't even have to try
If we stay
We may overstay
Our allotted time
And it just wouldn't feel right
But I only speak the truth
And I'll always bleed for you
So let's laugh, let's laugh
Let's learn to laugh at ourselves again
Let's love, let's love
Let's hate what our love makes us do!"
I looked at Gerard, whose jaw had dropped.
"Well fuck... I owe you 20 dollars."
I smirked proudly, "I know."
"You little fucker..." Gerard mumbled, laughing a little.
"I heard that!" I called.
We both laughed a while, enjoying each others presence.
I like Gerard... Frank likes Gerard...
