Gerard's P.O.V
 
  He's an idiot. He's a fucking idiot. I hate him, no I don't, I love him, but I hate him. Problem is, the teases work. He'll never know just how hard it was to resist that ice cream. Not only was it on his fingers, but it was my favourite flavour. He's not getting to me. Never, not in a million years. Nope. Oh who am I kidding? Of course he's getting to me! And it annoys me so much!
 
  Six days is a really long time and I still have twenty four to go. With him teasing me like he is, I don't know if I'll cope. I may have to resort to locking him in the cupboard. Or fuming him out with turps. Oh, he'll hate that. I'm so stressed, I think I need a shower, maybe the hot water will help me.
 
 Where's my bath pouff?! The bastard's hidden it from me.
 
Oh no, here it is, next to my shower gel. Where it always is. See how stressed I am? I'm missing things right in front of my nose. See how much I hate him right now? I'm blaming him for stealing inanimate bathroom objects that he hasn't stolen. And, I'm talking to myself again. It's got worse since I got a boyfriend. When I got someone to talk to it was meant to stop. It makes no sense. Frank makes me worse. Damn him (again).
 
*Door creak*
 
  I'm sure I locked that door. Now I'm going senile.
 
*Another door creak*
 
  Oh no, now the bathroom doors doing it. Hang on, I'm naked in the shower and someone's in the bathroom. Oh God, please say it's not a burgular. I decided to ignore it and turned around. Okay, arms around my waist, that's not right. Should I scream? I'll scream.
 
 "ARGHH!"
 
 "Gee, calm. I have a job!" I spun round intrigued. There was Frank, fully clothed and dripping wet. This is worse than the towel incident. I subconsciously moved the pouff, I bet you can guess where.
 
 "Dude, I've seen it all before."
 
 "Frank, you're fully clothed."
 
 "Not for long." Oh great.
 
 "No no no! Get out!" I projected at him, pointing through the shower curtain.
 
 "And if I don't?" He said, totally slipping off his jacket and taking off his shirt. Dear God, help me now. Now I have water running over tattoos. This is not fair.
 
 "Get out of the shower. Now!" I shouted, covering my eyes.
 
 "Fine, I'm going. No need to be such a bitch about it. Don't get your knickers in a twist! Oh, I forgot, you're not wearing any." I heard the toilet flush before the door slammed. Fuck, cold water!
 
 "You bastard!" That was high pitched even for me. And he's laughing at me. Talk about adding insult to injury.
 
5 minutes later
 
 "So, what is this job that you invaded my privacy to tell me about?" I asked, walking into the living room, ruffling my hair with a towel.
 
 "I'm sulking. I'm not talking to you."
 
 "You can't come into the shower, disturb me, make the water go cold and then not tell me. I suffered here. Come on."
 
 "Fine. It's at a newspaper." I gave him a strange look.
 
 "You don't write."
 
 "Yes I do. I have a degree in English Lit."
 
 "Oh. Okay."
 
 "Yeah, I went into college wanting to be a journalist, came out wanting to be a rock star. Both failed so I became a gofer. You know what that's like right?"
 
 "Nope. I've always been in the art business. The only talents I have are drawing and singing. Singing doesn't come in handy unless you live in Jersey or Cali."
 
 "But you lived in Jersey."
 
 "Yeah and I was in a band called Rago Jones, but it didn't work out."
 
*Ring Ring*
 
 "Hello?"
 
 "Gerard, what are you doing in a couple of weeks?" Oh, it's Mikey.
 
 "I don't think that far ahead."
 
 "Just in general, will you be away or at home?"
 
 "At home. Why? You haven't got any more plans for us have you?"
 
 "Oh God no. You're safe. There's someone I want you to meet."
 
 "Oh, new girlfriend?"
 
 "Try fiancee. I'm getting married." I dropped the phone. I vaguely remember Frank talking and picking the phone up.
 
Frank's P.O.V.
 
 "What did you say, 'cause he dropped the phone and he's immitating a goldfish. It's disturbing."
 
 "I'm getting married." Okay, now it's my turn to drop the phone. I think as it fell the speaker button must've pressed because all I could hear was Mikey saying,
 
 "Hello?" Then I heard a woman's voice.
 
 "How'd they take it?"