GERARD'S POV
All the guys sat around in Frank's living room, surrounding the small figure that took his place on the carpet. Balloons and streamers littered the house, floating around on their own. I was seated next to Mikey on the couch, and Ray was sitting beside Bob on the two reclining chairs next to the sofa. Pete sat in front of Mikey's feet, carrying a camera.
"Hold it up, Frankie!" Pete smiled. Frank did as was said; lifting up the large xbox I gave him, smiling really wide and adorable-like. A flash went off throughout the room.
I chuckled a little then blushed as Mikey softly elbowed me in the side. I playfully glared at him and he shot me a look that said, "You're showing that you like him! Be careful!" I brushed him off and looked back at an ecstatic Frank.
Mikey and I know everything about each other, and with that, he knew I had a crush on Frank. Well, not a crush. More like a heads-over-heels, dream-about-you-at-night sort of crush.
I quickly tuned back in as all the guys in the circle let out some "Whoa's" and "So cool's." Apparently Bob got Frank a new white les Paul guitar. It was a shining color, not a fingerprint on it. Even I was in awe of it, so we all just stared, wide eyed.
"I know what the fuck I'm gonna do with this!" Frank said, looking the guitar up and down, spinning it so he could see every angle of it. He set it down long ways on his lap, and let a finger run down one of the strings.
"What are you gonna do to that to make it any more perfect?" Ray said, reaching over to touch it.
Just then, a hand flew across with a blur, followed by a loud smack noise. "Ow!" Ray rang out, "What was that for?!" He caressed his now reddened hand, holding it close to his chest.
Frank closed his eyes and held up his index finger, moving it side to side. "No touchie."
All of the guys started laughing but I just let out a little giggle. And then I blushed again. Damn blushing!
Mikey started to say something so everyone in the circle looked at him, hanging on every word. It was a rare thing when he spoke by himself in a group like this, "So what ARE you going to do with it?"
"Well, uh, I was thinking on putting some decals on it. Like some letters or something. But I don't know what I would spell out…" He trailed off, looking down at his new present, deep in thought.
Another flash made us all jump and a couple of the guys glared at Pete, "Whaaaat?" He said with a large grin, "It was getting awkward! Anyways, I think you should spell out PANSY in big shiny letters," As he said 'pansy', he held up his hands and moved them across the air, as if beholding the word.
All of us laughed, except for Frank, "Hmm… That's not a bad idea… Hey, Gerard!"
I quickly looked up from Pete's shenanigans and immediately got scared, "Y-yeah?" Mikey elbowed me again and I swallowed some saliva to cure my dried throat, "Sorry, yeah?"
"Hey, you alright?" Frank's eyes narrowed at me and I cleared my voice.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine! So what did you want to ask?" I tried to look normal and interested in his question.
"I was wondering if that arts and crafts store you go to sells letter decals," His eyes looked back at Pete, and he smirked, "Preferably big shiny ones!" They both laughed a little.
"Yeah, they should sell them… Why, do you want me to show you the way? It isn't too far from here…" By then, Bob got up to go get another slice of birthday cake, and Ray walked to the kitchen to pour himself a Coke. That was Frank's last present to open, so everyone quickly lost interest as they usually do.
