Frank's P.O.V

 "Dude! Did you drink my soya milk?" I yelled, slamming the refridgorator door. I looked up and saw Gerard leaning against the door frame with an innocent look on his face.

 "Maybe, maybe not. Depends on what mood you're in." Obviously this means yes but I'll humour him.

 "Let's say I'm in a good mood..." I said slyly.

 "In that case, yes I did!" He giggled before doing what he always does, running away into his bedroom and slamming the door. I know this may make it sound like I've been here for ages, when in reality it's only been 3 days. Already I don't want to leave. Even though he steals my food (greedy bastard), talks in his sleep and doesn't clean his house (tripping over dirty underwear first thing in the morning is never good thing) I feel at home here.

5 minutes later

  Oh dear lord! A pair of white underwear on a pencil is waving at me from the bedroom door!

 "Frank?" Oh look, it's been joined by a guilty looking head. "Am I forgiven?"

 "I'll think about it if you can get your fucking DVD player to work. I'm having 'Ugly Betty' withdrawal."

 "Dude, that's gay even for you!"

 "Gerard, this is not the right path if you want to get forgiven. Now make it work or I'll throw you out!"

 "Frank, as much as it may surprise you, this-is-MY-house." He intoned, speaking to me as if I was a retard.

 "I don't care, I'll still chuck you out. Now get over here bitch!" That could be nterpreted in so many ways! God Frank you're a pervert! Back to planet Earth. Gerard settled down next to me, hit one button and the stupid thing started to work. ONE MEASLY BUTTON!

 "This is why I shouldn't have gotten into university." I said pointing at the controls.

 "You're being a bit hard on yourself Frank. It's not your fault you're  a spaz with technology." Gerard said sweetly. I glared, huffed and turned away.
 
 "Come on Frankie, don't be like that." There's that nickname again. Everyone calls me it, but from him it seems so much more. It's good I'm on a sofa 'cause it makes me go weak at the knees.
 
 "God that sounded soppy!"

 "What are you going on about?" Shit! I said that out loud.

 "Nothing Gee! Don't worry!"

**Bad rendition of 'Enter Sandman' sounds**

 Gerard looked at me.

 "Dude, it's your phone, you answer it!"

 Gerard leant forward to retrieve the phone and slipped off the sofa, narrowly missing the coffee table. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. Gerard huffed, picked up his mobile and pressed the answer button while walking to the kitchenette.

 "Who is it?" I shouted.

 "I'll tell you in a minute." Gerard shouted back sounding worried. This intrigued me. I  moved closer to the door so I could listen in. I only got half the conversation which was very confusing.

 "He's called Frank."
Pause.
 "Mikey, calm down he's just staying with me for a couple of days."
Pause.
 "I won't. You won't have to go through it again."
Pause.
 "Mikey, please just leave it! I might have something here, do you really think I'd screw it up again?"
Pause.
 "I know you're only trying to help."
Pause.
 Gerard looked down at his phone, tears welling up in his eyes. He took a eep breath and turned towards the work surface. I watched helplessly as he got out some random ingredients and started to make dinner.

1 hour later

  I sighed contentedly, full of vegetarian stir fry.

 "Well that filled a hole, but I fancy ice-cream." I got up, seeing a shifty look on Gerard's face. What has he done?

1 minute later

 "GERARD! Fuck you! You ate all my ice-cream. You're such a pig!"

 "No I didn't. It was the cat!"

 "You don't have a cat." I said sitting down facing away from him, sulking.

 "But...but it's just so damn good!"

 "Don't care. I hate you. You ate my ice-cream. My last ice-cream. Now I want ice-cream and I can't have it!" Suddenly with one small movement Gerard flipped my world upside down.

 "Come on Frankier, don't be mad at me! I'm sorry."

 He leant forward and pecked my cheek.

  He leant forward and pecked MY CHEEK! Oh my God. I turned towards him and almost immediately he attached his lips to mine, pushing me back onto the sofa. When he let me up for air, I rubbed my lips together and simply went "Woah!"

 "I wasn't that mad at you. Not that I didn't enjoy that but you could have just bought me more ice-cream."

 "Fine! I'll go to the Wal-Mart now!"

 "Oh no you don't Gee. I've had taste now and that wouldn't be fair. Besides you're better than ice-cream." As he sat back down, I pounced on him...

2 minutes later
**Bad rendition of 'Enter Sandman' sounds...again**

 I sat back on the sofa, scratching my now bare chest, admiring my own tattoos. (How vain am I?)

Gerard sat up not entirely visible under the tangle of t-shirt wrapped around his head.
 
 "Frank! Help me!"

 "You're such a twat Gerard!" I pulled him out of his t-shirt and he dived for his phone and pressed the answer button.

 "What?"
Pause.
 
I started to giggle, unable to stop myself. Gerard glared at me, not really listening Mikey (for 'twas him)

 "Yeah, I'm a bit busy right now!"
Pause.
 "Yes that is Frank giggling."
Pause.
 "'Cause he's watching a funny movie!"
I mouthed 'nice cover' and he snorted involuntarily.

 "No, I just got some fluff up my nose!"
Pause.
 "None of your business."
Pause.
 "I'm really gonna have to go. Bye Mikey!"
 
 "You cut him off mid sentence didn't you?" I giggled.

 "Yes, but he deserved it. He was being nosey. Now, where were we?" He said advancing again.

 "Ah, ah, ah!" I pointed at his mobile - "Turn it off."

 "With pleasure..."