Frank's POV. Life right now is just peachy

Life right now is just peachy. It's currently Friday. It's almost been a week since Gerard rejected me. And since then, Gerard has become friends with everyone in the tattoo parlor except me. He was even talking to Erica and Mimi yesterday about the latest gossip in the newspaper. The media have picked up on the fact that The Dark Ninja and The Skeleton are not working together anymore and believe that we've broken up. I swear, I'm so puzzled myself. Have we broken up? Are we taking a break? All I know is that I can't stand it. Gerard's started wearing tighter shirts to work and my god, I can't take my eyes off of him. He's even started wearing eyeliner all the time. And he's started doing his hair. He's begun straightening it.

This morning, I left a present for him, wrapped neatly with a big green bow on it. I left it on the front counter, so that it would remain anonymous to all of the other gossiping employees. I didn't put the card on the outside. I put it on the inside, simply putting a small gift tag on the outside, saying 'Gerard'. Basically the card just was a peace offering saying that I still loved him and wanted him to reconsider and work things out with me. I waited in my office for him to arrive late after probably fighting crime this morning. When I heard him arrive, I heard Mimi inform him of the present I'd left on the counter. I heard the ripping open of paper and the silent pause afterwards. Then I heard the knock on my office door.

"Come in," I said.

"Uh, thanks for the gloves," he said, holding up what I'd given him. They weren't just any gloves, they were fireproof gloves. That meant his artwork would never catch on fire again.

"It's no problem. I meant what I said in the card you know. Every word of it. I still love you and still want to give us a proper chance," I informed him, looking up at him and getting lost in his eyes.

"I'm sorry but I'm still not sure whether I can trust you," Gerard said, making me look away and get angry. I got my fist and smashed it down on my desk, making a fist-sized crater in the wooden desk.

"Dammit Gerard. I've tried everything. I've tried to apologize countless times. I've given you space like you asked for. You've forgiven everyone else out there on the floor except me. And I'm the one who wants you the most. Every day my heart breaks even more. Suddenly I hate my job, I hate being who I am at night and I'm not sleeping. Instead I'm drinking a whole bottle of red wine every night. I know you want me to just leave you alone or just forget about you, but it's so fucking hard. I'm in way over my head and I can't just stop loving you. I want to be able to hold you and kiss you and touch you. I want to make you smile again. I want to be the person I used to be to you. But you keep shutting me down. What am I supposed to do? I'd tell you that I give up, but I can't give you up. I love you way too much," I said to him. He looked at me, frozen at what I'd just said.

"And you think it's been easy for me Frank? You think I've been able to sleep easy at night? You don't think my brother is sick of me going on and on about whether or not I should let you back into my life? You don't think that when I do sleep I don't dream about you? Because I fucking do. I don't dream about the guy in the costume anymore," he said, aware that people were listening in from just outside of the open door as he lowered the volume of his voice. "I dream about you being the one who touches me. I dream about you being the one who makes me feel so good that I have to change my boxers in the middle of the night. I really like you Frank. So don't think that you're the only one who's being hard done by going through all of this. I'm hurting too. So fucking much. Thank you for the gloves. It was really kind of you," he said, briefly and gently touching my cheek before walking out of the office.

I sat there all alone, feeling numb. On one hand, he still didn't want to be with me. But on the other, he had confessed that he really liked me. It wasn't like he loved me, but at least he didn't hate me anymore. He'd dreamed about me. That meant he still craved my touch. It was then that I came up with a plan. I was gonna leave him alone all weekend, but come Monday, I was gonna execute a plan which I was sure would make him want me. We were gonna get together if it was the last thing I did. After all, an awesome singer from an awesome band once said,

"A kiss and I will surrender"

I just hoped that Gerard would surrender to my kiss.