We'll carry on

If you marry me, will you bury me

 Gerard’s point of view; October 8, 2007, 2:58 A.M

 I held stormy close as she drifted to sleep in my arms. She opened up to me tonight, and it made me realize something very important.

 I never wanted to lose her. I wanted to keep her safe and love her for the rest of my life. That’s all I wanted, was to spend my life with her.

 I knew she was asleep, I watched her chest rise and fall slowly and peacefully as I held her tightly against my chest. It’s pathetic to ask her something so serious, when I knew she wouldn’t hear me, but it was the only way I could build up the courage to let four little words, with such a huge meaning, escape my swollen lips.

 “Will you marry me?” I was serious too. Deadly serious, like the plague. I wanted to marry her.

 I kissed her head, thinking of how I could ask her, when, where even. I knew I wanted to do it soon. And then the perfect plan came to me. I fell asleep with a smile on my face that night.

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  Frank’s Point of View; October 8, 2007 3A.M

 Three in the fucking morning, fucking hell Gerard! I rolled over and answered my phone.

 “This better be an emergency.” I growled.

 “I asked Stormy to marry me. After we had sex for the first time.” He stated simply, like it was a normal thing.

 “YOU WHAT?! WHAT DID SHE SAY? HOW WAS THE SEX?!” I shouted like a sixteen year old girl, fan-girling over a band.

 He giggled on the other end of the phone; I could just picture him trying to hold in his laughs. I wonder if he was still naked. Freard is real, kiddies.

 “Well, the thing is, she was asleep when I asked her. And holy shit, it was amazing, like, better than with Lindsey.” He gossiped. “But I need your help; I want to actually ask her to marry me. And I have an idea.”

 He told me what he had planned in his evil little brain and I –of course- agreed to help him. They were my best friends, and I knew that she was the one for him, like my wife, Jamia, was for me.

 “That’s a fucking epic plan, there is no way she could say no, but I have an even better idea for a surprise. Let’s get her old friend Piper in on this too.”

 I could hear him curse himself for not coming up with that idea on his own, but he agreed.

 After we hung up the phone, I looked at my clock yet again. 6:42 in the fucking morning. You’re fucking lucky I love you, Gerard.

 It was time to tell the guys.

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 Two months later

 Stormy’s Point of View. 8:00 A.M

 It has been two months since I first made love to Gerard, two months since I told him about my past birthday with my brother, and two months since he asked me to marry him while he though I slept. He never brought the subject up again though. My mind went through a million worst-case scenarios.

 Maybe he was just caught up in the heat of the moment, I mean, I was naked. Maybe he asked, but realized he didn’t really want to marry me. What if he was silently planning a solo career and was potting a new album and decided I couldn’t get in the way of his top secret plan!

 Okay, the last one was ridiculous, like, not even a possibility. All I knew was this though; I loved that man, and I would go to the ends of the earth to make him happy.