Frank's POV. "Fucking open up!" Erica demanded, bashing on Gerard and I's bedroom door

"Fucking open up!" Erica demanded, bashing on Gerard and I's bedroom door. Seriously, did she not get the hint?

"Piss off!" I exclaimed. "You know, we should get dressed and fly out your window and go somewhere and unlock the door as we leave, so that Miss Pissy-pants doesn't get all up in our faces," I whispered to Gerard who chuckled.

"Let's just see what she has to say. She'll leave quicker. And then we don't have to get dressed. I like laying here with you," he spoke, kissing the top of my head as he pulled my body even closer to his. I giggled.

"So you think I should let her in?" I asked him.

"Yeah. But pull up the bed sheet first so that if Mikey walks in, he doesn't get an eyeful again," he said, making me chuckle at Mikey's stupidity, walking in on us just before.

Frank stretched his arm and did just that before stretching it further, unlocking and opening the door. Erica fell forward and luckily caught her balance, otherwise she would've fallen flat on her face.

"Are you both over being juvenile?" she asked us. I raised my eyebrows at her.

"So banging on our bedroom door, swearing at us and demanding us to open up isn't juvenile?" Gerard questioned. Erica stayed silent. Ha, Gerard snapped her.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked her, staring at her, awaiting a response.

"I want you to apologize for accusing Bob of being Dr. Krustallos," she demanded.

"Like shit I will! I know for a fact that he's Dr. Krustallos. And Ray is The Executioner. And the cops know," I told her, pissed off that she still didn't believe me.

"The cops know? The fucking cops know?! You told the cops that my cousin is Dr. Krustallos? Now they're gonna be all over him," she said.

"Actually, we don't know Bob's last name. So all we said was that Bob was Dr. Krustallos. But Ray's a wanted criminal on the run. We saw it all on the police database. And he survived the electric chair! So that's how he got his powers," I told her.

"You're fucking lying," Erica said, not believing it.

"Shun the non-believer!" Gerard joked in a high-pitched voice, making me giggle.

"Hey, I wish we were lying Erica. I really wish that it wasn't your cousin who wanted to murder us. But unfortunately it is. So if you could kindly now leave us to watch TV in bed, it would be most appreciated," I said to her civilly.

"No. You don't get it. Bob has been like my older brother. He has protected me all my life. Why the hell would he hurt people?" Erica fought back.

"Didn't you notice that when Gerard and I went to Bob's pool house with you and Mikey that you were the only person Bob was nice to? He was an asshole to everyone else," I pointed out.

"No he wasn't. He welcomed you into his pool house. You're lucky I got you in there. And now all you can do is accuse him of wanting to kill you," Erica retorted. "You know what? I am sick of you both. I want nothing more to do with you. I will ignore you both completely and when I come over here, I will only speak to Mikey, because we love each other," she said.

"Poor Mikey," Gerard said in a sympathetic tone, making me snort.

"Good. Piss off now," I spoke, making her storm out of our bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

I felt upset. Erica was my second best friend and she didn't believe me. She thought I was stupid. Just because I wasn't super smart didn't mean that I was wrong. Without realizing, tears began to fall down my face. Gerard seemed to notice, because he moved his hand up to my face and wiped the tears away with his thumb.

"Don't let that stupid bitch get to you. Tomorrow, you're gonna sleep in while I invisibly go inside Bob's pool house with a video camera and take a video of him talking about villain shit," Gerard reassured me. I looked at him, stunned.

"You'd do that for me?" I asked him.

"I'd do that for us. We're in this together. I'm supporting you with this one hundred percent," Gerard said. That was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to me. It made me feel special. It made me feel loved.

"Fuck you're amazing," I told him, wrapping my arms around him.

"You're fucking amazing too," he replied. "I love you," he whispered as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.

"Mmm I love you too," I replied, glad that we were going to prove to Erica for once and for all that I was right.

For the rest of the night, Gerard and I watched TV in bed. Eventually, we fell asleep in one another's arms, content with our current situation.