Gerard and I still hung around my house, but I had changed into a nice outfit for the party. Now, I stood in the bathroom, messing around with my hair. Punk boy leaned against the door frame, watching me. His arms were crossed and he held a smirk that could take me to the bedroom anytime.

"Punk boy?" I asked, my eyes on the mirror.

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna go to your house first?" He sent a confused look.

"Why'd I wanna do that?" I turned to him.

"I dunno, I just figured you might wanna change, or do your hair, or something."

"Angel face, are you saying you don't like my outfit?" He asked like I had hurt his feelings, but there was a joking undertone, like always.

"Of course," I smirked, then turned back to the mirror, "It's not a good look for you..."

"Well, I'd hate to burst your bubble babe, but you bought me this jacket."

"Oh I know, and it looks terrible." I smiled, biting my bottom lip.

"Miss angel face..." He said, with another hurtful yet joking tone.

"Punk boy..." I spoke in the same tone, then turned to him with a smile, "I'm just kidding, you look good." Finally, I finished doing my hair and put away the things I was using for it.

"Good? Just good? Angel face, I am hurt! How could you do this to me?" I turned back to him, he held a smirk.

"Fine, you want the truth?" I asked, he nodded, "You're hot." He smiled.

"Really...?" I stepped close to him.

"Yeah, you're hot as fuck."

"Now that's what I like to hear!" He chuckled, I pressed my lips to his, "But of course," He began, pulling away, "You're hot as hell." I shook my head and rolled my eyes.

"Pumpkin, you're beautiful." He ran a hand down the side of my cheek. I slowly shook my head, looking to the floor.

"I'm not. You're sweet, but I'm not... beautiful..." He brought my gaze to his with a hand to my chin.

"Of course you are. Angel face, you forgot. I don't call you angel face for no reason! You've got the face of an angel!" I shook my head.

"That's... that's not true..." He sighed.

"Oh angel face, I don't get it. Why'd you always say no?"

"Uhm... I dunno... I'm just... I'm just not. Beautiful is too good of a word for me."

"Too good? But any other word I use you also say no! And you're sure as hell not ugly."

"I don't think I'm ugly. I'm just, average."

"Average!?" He chuckled, "No way! You're miss angel face! How could you be average!? Babe, you're the most beautiful girl in Jersey!" Then, I hugged him.

"You're way too sweet to me..." I whispered, he kissed the side of my head. He's so warm... I never wanna let go...

We stood there for a good minute, until a knock at the door was heard. I didn't want to let him go.

"C'mon pumpkin, Hayley's here."

"I know, just, gimme a second." I need to soak this in as much as I can before I have to leave him...

"Okay," I pulled away, "Let's go."

"You okay?" He asked. I nodded.

"Uhuh..." He was about to ask something else, but there was another knock, "C'mon..." I took his hand as we walked to the door.

"Hey guys," Hayley greeted as I opened the door.

"Sup," I said, then turned towards the living room, "Mom, I'm heading out!" I cried.

"Alright, don't stay out too late!"

"I won't! Bye!"

"Bye!" Gerard and I finally began towards Hayley's car after shutting the door behind us.

"Why are your parents so cool with you going to a party?" I hummed, "I mean, my parents would never let me go like that! I told them I'd be studying tonight." Hayley explained.

"I dunno," I shrugged, "They trust me, I guess." Gerard and I climbed into the backseat while Hayley drove.

"The boys are already there." Gerard said with his phone open and on a set of messages.

"Mkay, cool..."

We pulled up to the house which didn't look very big on the outside. The garage door was wide open with a ping pong table pulled out. Gerard and I immediately spotted the boys playing very aggressively against each other. Hayley drove a little far from the home since the streets were lined with cars. Gerard took my hand as soon as we had gotten out.

"C'mon, I saw the boys already there." He said as we began walking. I turned to Hayley.

"Go on I guess," She said, somewhat saddened, "But you better dance with me for at least one song!"

"Alright, I will." We made it to the house so Gerard and I parted ways with Hayley.

"Sup guys!" Gerard greeted as he came up to the blue ping pong table.

"Ayyyyy!" All the boys cheered. I laughed at their enthusiasm. They act like he's some sort of god... it's hilarious...

"Now babe, you wanna team with me?" Gerard asked.

"Hell yeah, punk boy!" I said, taking the small black ping pong racket from Frank. Gerard and I stood at one end with Mikey facing me, and Ray facing Gerard.

"I'm serving!" Mikey cried, then whacked the little plastic ball across the table. Quiet music played in the background as we went back and forth.

"Angel face, you ain't bad." Gerard said, whacking the ball with a little clink as it hit the table.

"Yeah? I could say the same thing about you." Then, the ball bounced to me, I hit it, and Ray missed.

"Fuck!" He muttered. I smiled. Gerard and I high-fived as we switched positions.

"My turn!" Frank stole the racket from Ray.

"Oh fuck..." Mikey rolled his eyes.

"I'm serving!" Frank cried, then smacked the ball so it hit the ceiling and hit the concrete floor with a short 'clink'.

"That's not fair!" I said.

"Yeah it is," Frank smirked, high-fiving Mikey as they switched positions, "Now, Y/n, I believe you're out." I rolled my eyes.

"Fine," I handed the racket to Ray. Watching them, they got extremely competitive, yelling with their extremely concentrated looks. Now that it was my turn to replace Gerard, I was a little scared I'd get hit in the face by Frank.

"Get ready for this, angel face." Frank mocked.

"Aw Frankie, I'm so scared!" I rolled my eyes with a smirk, "And, aren't you not allowed to call me that?" I turned to Gerard.

"Yeah! That's my thing! Not your's!"

"Whatever!" Frank finally served. The ball hit the ceiling, but fell to the table, so I hit it. We went back and forth for a good ten minutes before the ball went off the table.

"Damn!" Ray said, upset, and handing his racket to Gerard.

"Hey angel face..." Gerard greeted, standing beside me.

"Sup punk boy..." I served the ball, Frank hit it back. Gerard hit the ball, Mikey hit it back. I missed the ball, and it hit the floor.

"You're out!" Frank said.

"Whatever, I'm bored." I handed the racket off to Ray, and began to go inside.

"Babe, wait," Gerard caught up with me, "Where're you going?"

"Inside, wanna come?" He nodded, then took my hand as we went in through the garage door. Music played loud as we walked through the laundry room and into the living area. People were dancing and hanging out.

"Can we dance?" Gerard asked me.

"You wanna?"

"Uhuh..."

"Aight, let's go!" I took his other hand and we began jumping around the large room.

"Y/n! Hey!" I turned to see Pete, "Hey Gerard."

"Sup," Gerard greeted.

"Hey," I greeted, still dancing around.

"A bunch of us are gonna play truth or dare downstairs, wanna come?" I turned to Gerard.

"Wanna?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure..." I turned back to Pete.

"We'll be down there soon."

"Sick, see ya." I nodded, then brought my attention back to Gerard. He immediately shoved his tongue down my throat, sending warm tingles down my spine. With a smirk, he pulled away.

"Aww, are ya jealous?" I asked, referring to the exchange I just had with Pete.

"Maybe a little..." I leaned back in, shoving my own tongue down his throat.

"C'mon, don't wanna keep em' waiting." I whispered, pulling away.

"Yeah... yeah..." He was so entranced by what I had just done. With a short giggle, I tugged on his hand.

"C'mon..." Finally, he snapped out of it.

"Oh, right, yeah..." He chuckled. I kissed his cheek as we finally began walking downstairs.

"Hey, you guys playing truth or dare too?" Mikey asked as the other two boys followed him down the stairs.

"Yeah-"

"Is Hayley playing!?" Frank asked me. I shrugged.

"Dunno..." I answered as we made it to the basement. The area was wide open with the furniture pushed against the walls. Everyone sat in a circle on the carpeted floor, talking and whatnot.

"Y/n!" Hayley waved. I waved back, sitting next to her with Gerard on my other side.

"Can I sit here?" Frank asked Hayley.

"Uhm, no thanks..."

"Oh, that's... that's okay..." Mikey sat beside her, with Ray on his other side, and then, finally, Frank on Ray's other side. Ryan jumped up with a red solo cup in hand from I don't know where in the circle and stood in the middle.

"Hey guys," He began, looking around at everyone, then sending a smile my way. I sent one back.

"Before we start, I just wanna say thanks for coming and all that," He chuckled softly, "So we're playing truth or dare, pretty self explanatory. Except, if you don't do the truth or dare," He held his drink up, "You drink! Let's get this going!" He held a big smile and took a sip of his drink as everyone cheered, "I'll go first." Ryan said, sitting back down.

Shit... I gotta do whatever they say then... if I drink... my parents will kill me...

"Laurie, truth or dare?" He asked to a girl I didn't know.

Nothing too interesting went on since everyone had mostly chosen truth. The people who chose dare didn't get anything worth watching, or, they drank. I sat, criss cross with an elbow on my leg and head in my hand, bored.

"Y/n!" Pete said. Finally... my turn... let's see... he hasn't given very good dares... I'll do that...

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare!" I moved my arm down, ready to do my task.

"Sick," He smirked, "I dare you..." He stayed silent for a few seconds to make it extra dramatic, "To kiss Frank!" Gerard tensed beside me. My eyes went wide, "Fully on the lips."

"What!?" I cried.

"Oh gross!" Frank yelled at the same time as I spoke. We looked to each other with disgusted looks on our faces.

"You could always drink..." eww... my parents would kill me...

I looked to Gerard. He held a nervous look, but shrugged. Please don't be mad...

"Fine, I'll kiss the rat!" I said, Hayley spat out her drink beside me out of surprise.

"What!?" She asked, "You're actually gonna kiss that... that piece of shit!?"

"Yeah, I can't drink, my parents would kill me," I shrugged, then turned to my boyfriend's best friend, "Frankie, get over here."

"Alrighty..." He sounded so disgusted, but I couldn't blame him, I felt the same way. We both crawled towards each other, took one last look, and pressed our lips together. The metal lip ring he wore rubbed against my bottom lip for only a second before I pulled away. That felt awful... no... gross...

"Wow that was awful." He said.

"Agreed, let's never do this again."

"Yeah, good idea." We moved back to our spots and sat back down. I turned to Gerard, taking his hand.

"Uhm, you're not mad, are you?" I asked.

"No," He sighed.

"It didn't mean anything," I said, he stayed silent, "Wanna shove your tongue down my throat?" He smirked, looking at me with lit up eyes.

"Fuck yeah..."

"Y/n, I hate to interrupt, but it's your turn to ask someone." Pete said.

"Right, Gerard?" I asked, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare..."

"I dare you to shove your tongue down my throat."

"Gladly!" Finally, he leaned forward and shoved his massive tongue down my throat, hard. He had pushed me to the floor in the process. My hand ran through his raven hair as he felt around my mouth. He finally pulled away, bringing me off the floor and back to where I sat before.

"Wow..." I spoke. My cheeks were rosy as I held a hand to my mouth. Damn... that was so hot...

"Anyways," Gerard began, "Uhhh, Ryan! Truth or dare?" As he asked, I was still so flustered by what had just happened. He better do that again to me...

"Truth..." Finally, I came back to reality, and my rosy cheeks faded away.

"Okay, if you could take anyone in this room and do... things... with them in the closet over there, who'd you pick?" He took a second to think.

"Uhm, probably Patrick, he's got this whole cute thing to him. He just looks really cuddly, y'know? He's like a teddy bear," Ryan said with a silly smile on his face, clearly joking. Everyone in the room laughed, "Okay..." He began his turn. Ryan never actually answered the question... I wonder who it'd actually be...

Just then, Hayley began to get up. I turned and stopped her.

"Hey, where're you going?" I asked. Now that I saw her face, she seemed upset.

"Upstairs..." Was all she said with a salty tone. Hayley finally got up.

"I'm gonna go with her." I told Gerard.

"Aight," He kissed the side of my head before I got up and followed my friend.

"Hey, what's going on with you? Did I do something?" I asked, stopping her in the kitchen where it was quieter.

"No..." She sighed, "Yeah..."

"What did I do? I'm sorry, did I say something?"

"No!" She seemed so irritated, "If I tell you, you can't tell a soul."

"Alright, I promise." I said.

"Okay," She sighed once again, "Here it goes," She nervously itched the side of her head, "I uh..." She mumbled the last part.

"Huh?"

"I like..."

"Dude, I cannot understand you."

"I like Frank!" She whisper cried. I sent a look like I had already known, "Oh shush, you did not know!"

"Oh I didn't say anything..."

"Well your face said it," She said, "When you kissed him like that I just... I'm jealous, okay?"

"Really? I didn't even like the kiss! Neither one of us did! It was gross..." I explained, "And if you like him, why'd you keep pushing him away?"

"Cause! I don't wanna like him," I sent a confused look, "I hate the way he does things, the way he speaks, and how obnoxious he is. Yet, I can't stop thinking about him! It's annoying as hell!"

"Dude, just ask him out. Just one date, and see if it works. Maybe you guys will be better as a couple than uh... friends?" I said, unsure if she'd consider him as her friend.

"Yeah, maybe," She now held a smile, "It'd make his day if I asked him out."

"Oh yeah..." I giggled. Just then, Gerard stepped into the room and held me from behind. He left light kisses on my neck and cheek.

"Punk boy..." I giggled, "Miss me?" I asked, spinning around to face him.

"Uhuh..."

"Aww..." I cooed, "You didn't get dared to kiss anyone, did ya?"

"Only you, babe," He leaned in and kissed my lips, "I'm kinda bored, wanna go?" I nodded.

"Yeah, Hayley?" I turned to her.

"Sure, I can drive you both home."

"Thanks..." I said, "I guess we won't dance tonight. Sorry..."

"No problem, and, dance with me for two songs next time and we're good." I giggled.

"Alright, I promise." In about ten minutes we were in Hayley's little car, heading to both of our houses. Gerard and I laid on top of each other in the backseat, exhausted from a night of fun.

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New chapter already!? Woahhhh, I couldn't resist, I rlly liked my idea. Hahahahaha you kissed Frank ahahaha. That was fun to write. Have a spectacular day~peace out cheesebags