"Love?" He calls as he left the kitchen with a bowl full of milk biscuits.

You and Gerard meet in a dance house, basically a house of partys to welcome all types of alternative people and they can dance in their own way, style — like goth dance or even breaking —

It was hard to say who were more in love, but Gerard surely fell first for you, he couldn't think in anything else than you, and then, all his new album were about you, the video clips, the lyrics, he could only think about you.

And now you're spending the weekend with him, and helping him with his new ideas and some merch design for the band, but you were so focused you didn't talked much.

"Hey, darling.." Gerard calls one more time, climbing on the bed with you, and wrapping his arm around your waist, resting his face on your belly. "What you're doing again?" He asks, looking at you like a needy puppy.