Gerard and I stood outside the car as we waited for the other boys to come out of Frank's house. His hand was in mine, but as soon as the door opened, he broke away and began talking to Ray.

"Sup," Frank said, stepping towards the front seat.

"Hey," I stood in front, blocking it.

"What're you doing!? I get front seat!"

"No! I do!"

"As the drivers best friend, I always get the front seat!"

"Yeah, well girlfriend tramples best friend!"

"Oh yeah, well I'm his brother and I never get a say!"

"Well maybe we should ask Gerard, then!" I said, then turned to my boyfriend, "Gerard, who gets front seat?" He looked at us, then sighed.

"Frank!"

"Yes..." He began to get in.

"Get in the back." Gerard said, at the sound of this Frank slipped out of the seat and fell ass first into the snow. Mikey and I just laughed. Frank sent an angry glance.

"Whatta bout me!?" Mikey asked.

"Whatta bout you!? Back! Y/n gets front seat!" They both groaned as I smirked, getting in. Both of them just sent angry glances as they sat in the back.

"Oh wow," I began with a smirk, "I just love sitting in the front! All this room! This big window! Oh, and I have control of the radio."

"Agh, Gerard I'm gonna kill your girlfriend!" Frank cried, jumping forward. I screamed, moving away.

"Ha! You can't get me now!" I laughed, sitting as far from him as possible.

"Kids, calm down, you're gonna cause an accident." Ray said, climbing in the back, and squishing Mikey in the process. Quickly, I stuck my tongue out at Frank.

"Fuck off!" I just laughed, "Ray, would you kindly kick Y/n's seat for me?"

"No! You two quit it!"

"Yeah guys, do what Ray says." Gerard said, climbing into the drivers seat.

"Where'd you go?" I asked.

"Nowhere... Christmas present..." He sent a smile before starting the car and driving off. A Christmas present? At Frank's? Weird... but okay... 

After just a few minutes of stupid jokes and loud laughter later, we pulled up to Pete's house. His home was a modern style house that looked huge on the outside.

Music boomed as people completely flooded the inside. We got out of the car, and my insides began to churn. I've never been to a party... this is so scary... what do people even do at parties!?

"You okay?" Gerard asked, wrapping an arm around me.

"Uhm, yeah... yeah I'm... I'm fine..." He saw right through that, "Okay, I'm not, it's just... I've never been to a real party before..." I confessed.

"Oh that's alright! You'll be fine!" He reassured, then dragged me inside with his friends close behind. As soon as we stepped through the door we were met with the living room where drunken teens danced the night away.

"Y/n! Y/n!" I turned to see Hayley walking towards me.

"Hey!" I pulled away from Gerard as I spoke with her.

"Come! Let's dance!" She took my hand and I laughed.

"I'm gonna go..." I pointed to Hayley as I spoke with my boyfriend, but was dragged away too quickly. We jumped around, singing along, with big smiles on our faces. As we danced around, I bumped into someone.

"Oh I'm sor-" It was Ryan.

"Y/n! I'm so happy you made it!" He smiled.

"Well of course, you're the first person to invite me to a party." He sent a look.

"Really!?" I nodded, still dancing around with Hayley, "Well it was my pleasure..." I sent a smile.

"C'mere, dance with us!" Hayley said.

"Oh, I dunno..." But she had already grabbed his hands. As we danced around, he seemed nervous. He kept sending anxious glances around the room. It was as if he were looking for someone. I leaned forwards as I began to speak.

"Gerard's not gonna hurt ya. We're just dancing..."

"Wait, so he's here!?"

"Of course, should he not be?"

"I mean... he can be here... I just... I'm gonna go..." And he was gone.

"That Ryan boy is so weird!" I said to Hayley.

"Dude, he's just not wanting to get beat up by your punk boy over there." I looked over at him. He was just laughing with his friends and other people enjoying the party.

"But, he's just hanging out..." My attention went back to her.

"Yeah, he is right now. With one look over here, he sees you talkin' to Ryan, and he's dead meat."

"He's not gonna do that," I laughed, "It's not like Ryan's hitting on me or anything."

"Gerard doesn't know that..." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever..."

"C'mon," She tugged my hand, "I need a drink..." We walked into the kitchen where various alcohol bottles lined the kitchen counter. From beer to straight vodka.

"Sup Hayley," Pete spoke, getting himself a drink, "Hey Y/n! Ryan said you'd be here." I smiled.

"Yeah, it was nice of you to invite me."

"Oh that was all Ryan's idea. He thinks you're really cool."

"Ooohooo," Hayley eyed me, "Someone's gotta thing for you..." She sang. Eww...

"No! No, it's nothing like that!" Pete laughed, "He just thinks you're chill." Chill? Good to know...

"Really?" He nodded, "Cool..." I hadn't even noticed that Hayley had retrieved her drink. She took my arm and dragged me through the small hallway towards the living room.

"Wow, Pete Wentz just called you chill! You're like, a cool kid now..." I laughed.

"Technically, Ryan said it, and, I'm not a cool kid."

"Okay, just saying 'you're not a cool kid,' makes you a cool kid."

"Either way, I don't personally identify as a cool kid." She laughed.

"Can't believe I'm friends with a cool kid..." She smiled. We now stood against the living room wall, watching everyone dance.

"Please, you're the cool kid here..."

"I'm not even close..." She said, taking a sip from her red solo cup.

"Neither am I!" We both laughed.

"Here, take a sip," She handed me the cup, I sent a look, "Just a sip."

"I dunno, I've never drank before..."

"Wow, can't believe you're the cool kid here." She rolled her eyes, taking an aggravated sip, with a joking smirk across her face.

"Hey angel face!" I gazed across the room, spotting my boyfriend, desperately trying to get my attention.

"Hey punk boy!" I cried back. He walked through the small crowd to me. Then he rested an elbow on the wall as he spoke.

"Ya wanna dance?" I smiled.

"Fuck yeah!" He smiled and took my hands. We swayed quite slowly to the beat. Our movements didn't match that of Daft Punk's mastery melodies at all. But it didn't matter to us.

"Pumpkin?" I hummed, "I love dancing with you."

"Aww..." He sent a toothy smile, "And why's that?"

"It just makes you so happy," I smiled, "Just look at ya! You're smiling like a mad man!" I giggled, leaning into him. He kissed the top of my head, "Seriously though, I haven't seen you smile like that since our first dance back at the snowball."

The snowball... it feels so long ago... yet it's been less than a week since he picked me up off that dirty bathroom floor... for a dance... one of the happiest moments of my life... so far...

"Uhm..." He began, but he just stared at me, then held a strange look, "I forgot what I was gonna say..." He laughed, "You're so pretty, you literally made me speechless..." I laughed.

"No, I'm not..." I looked to the floor. He brought up my gaze.

"Yeah ya are. Like I said, it's a good thing, I promise."

He then pressed his lips to mine. When he pulled away, he wore a smile that could move heaven and earth. The kind of sweet but sheepish smile that only came after a first kiss. Yet here he was, smiling like an actual mad man.

"Punk boy," His childish grin only caused me to smile as well. My arms moved up around his neck, "I know I don't say it often, but, you're beautiful."

Somehow those couple of words got him to smile even wider. He radiated the same sense of joy that runs through my veins when I stare into his pretty eyes. Just as this was going on, a certain brown haired boy accidentally bumped into me.

"Ay, watch it!" Gerard cried, Ryan's eyes went wide.

"Oh, uhm, sorry... sorry Y/n..."

"It's alright, Ryan." I sent a reassuring smile. He sent a nervous smile back.

"You know each other?" Gerard asked. I nodded. Ryan still looked quite terrified.

"He's the one who invited me," I turned to Ryan, "Thanks, by the way."

"Uh... it was... it was nothing..." His voice was shaky, "I gotta go find... find Pete..." Gerard sent me a strange look.

"Well, he's a little weird..."

"Cause he's scared of you. He's so terrified that you'll beat him up he could barely speak to me when I came in." I giggled.

"Scared of me?" I nodded, "Good, that's what I'm goin' for..."

"I don't really understand why people are so scared." He hummed.

"Why's that?"

"You're just so..." I thought for a moment, then smiled, "Sweet, your whole punk look is so miss leading."

"Sweet? I'm only sweet to my babe. Everyone else can kiss my ass." I thought for a moment. Wait... he wants everyone else but his babe to kiss his ass? Hmmm...

"Oh wow, you're so brave and I support you all the way." I said with a smirk.

"What?"

"You coming out to me! Wanting the whole world except for me to kiss your ass," He held a small smile and looked to the floor, "I guess this is goodbye then..." He began to chuckle.

"This is why I like you so damn much." I giggled.

"Wait," I sent a look, "So, you're not a raging bisexual who's horny for everyone in sight except for me?"

"Yes," He laughed, "I only got the hots for miss angel face." He pressed his forehead against mine.

"Good, don't need ya breakin' my heart like that, punk boy." I smiled. He sent a smile.

"I could never..." He pressed his lips to mine for just a moment, "So pretty..." He whispered, but immediately brought his lips back to mine so I couldn't say no.

He's amazing... so pretty... I could dance with him for hours... hours... how many hours have I been here!? What time is it!? I think I need to get home...

"Punk boy?" He hummed, "I uh... it's getting late..."

"Oh, yeah," He spoke sadly, but suddenly got happy again, "Oh yeah..." He smiled, "I'll take you home. They should've done it by now..."

"What?"

"Just wait till you get home." I smiled.

"Uhm, okay..." He took my hand, "Hayley! I'm..." I pointed to Gerard.

"Aight, see ya!" She waved, dancing around. Punk boy led me out to his car and began unlocking it.

"Where's the other boys?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, nowhere..."

"Nowhere? Sure..." I spoke, climbing into the front seat as he started the car.

"It's not like I can tell ya! It'd ruin the surprise!" He explained, driving away. I gazed over at him.

"You're so cute..." He sent a smirk my way.

"Hell yeah I am," His gaze went back to the road, "I'm the cutest mother fucker in all of New Jersey! Right next to miss angel face, of course..." He sent another smirk.

"Nah..." I smiled, "It's all you..." I leaned over and kissed his cheek just as he parked in my driveway.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked as we climbed out of the car.

"Tomorrow?" He asked, thinking, "Oh! Yes of course!" Immediately he became excited, "Christmas eve..." He leaned back on the side of the car, beside where I stood.

"Good, I can't wait..." I kissed his cheek, "See ya later, punk boy..."

"See ya, angel face..." I sent a small smile before finally walking to the front door and going inside. Leaning back against the door, I let out a happy sigh. The pajama pants are still there...

Quietly, I grabbed the pajamas, and wandered upstairs to my room where I found a sticky note on my door.

Went out to dinner
~mom and dad

I took off the little sticky note and opened my bedroom door. Still being as quiet as I could, I set the pants on the floor along with the note. That was when, I noticed something strange sat on my bed. Flicking on the lights, it was now clear. Another note lay on the bed, along with a gigantic black stuffed dog. With a quiet giggle, I stepped closer, and read the note.

To: Miss Angel Face <3

Love: Punk Boy :)

Little hearts and stars had been drawn around our names. He's the sweetest...

Just then, there was a strange noise coming from my closet. Curious, and quite concerned, I slid open the closet door. As soon as I had done that, three boys by the names of Mikey, Frank, and Ray fell out onto my floor. Eww!

"What the hell are you doing in my closet!?" I asked, now furious. Creeps!

They all began talking at the same time. I pinched the bridge of my nose and held a hand up.

"One at a time! Mikey?"

"Gerard wanted us to deliver your present but Frank just had to stop and get food!" Mikey angrily eyed his friend.

"Hey! It was dollar tacos! There's no way I'm missing out on that."

"But there's no car in the drive." I said, confused.

"Cause Gerard wanted us to park down the street. He dropped us off at Franks while you where in the kitchen and dancing with Hayley." I hummed.

"Well," I folded my arms, "What're you waiting for? Get outta here!"

"Ah!" They all ran out the door, with the sound of the front door closing close behind. I smiled to myself. They are idiots...

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Ah I wanted this chapter out yesterday but then it ended up being rlly long but I rlly wanted to add the last part. I think it's rlly funny. This book is so fun ah. Have a marvelous day~peace out cheesebags