''Hey, Frank.'' ''Yeah?

'' The shorter one turned to look at his best friend, who was staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. ''I'm bored.'' Frank nodded in agreement. It was one of those lazy summer afternoons that they loved but hated at the same time. Loved because dude, no school, no homework. But hated because there was no other thing to do and it was too hot to go outside. ''Me too...'' They were in Gerard's room, alone in the house, his parents gone with Gerard's little brother for the whole weekend. Frank was sitting on the floor, playing with his fingers, and Gerard was lying on the queen sized bed, staring blankly at nothing. ''Hey!'' Frank jumped on his seat, making Gerard jump a little too because of the sudden energy in his younger friend. ''I have an idea!'' He said proudly. ''Tell me.'' Gerard rolled a bit in his bed, supporting now his weight with his right elbow and looking at Frank. ''Well, it's kinda boring but at least is something...'' ''Just tell me, Frank.'' ''Wanna play 'What if'?'' A smile spread along Gerard's face. ''Sure thing! Can I start?'' Frank nodded. ''Okay...'' The older teenager held his chin with a finger, thinking. ''What if... What if I died?'' ''I'd keep your CDs.'' They laughed and Gerard punched Frank gently in the arm calling him a fucktard. ''Okay, my turn... What if I failed at maths?'' ''Nothing. You already did that.'' ''True.'' ''My turn! What if...'' Gerard thought for a moment. He was fighting with that little voice inside his head that told him to ask his best friend what he really wanted to ask. No. He was not going to do that. ''What if I broke your guitar strings?'' ''I'd break your bones.'' Frank smiled. ''What if I ate world's biggest burrito?''

''Burrito fans would kill you aaaaand... I would not let you use my bathroom. What if I dared Brian to a guitar competition?'' ''You can't even play 'Sweet Home Alabama' and Haner is a guitar God so, keep dreaming.'' They laughed and kept on playing for half an hour until Gerard had the idea of playing with beer. And a few more hours passed and they kept on playing and getting drunk on the older one's floor. They were still conscious of everything, though both of them thought that the other was drunk as fuck. ''My turn!'' Gerard yelled happily. ''What if I... Hmmmph... Dunno... What if I kissed you?'' Frank blushed instantly, thinking that his friend was drunk and he didn't even know what he just asked. He tried to play it cool, though, laughing and closing his eyes, making a kissy face. But something made him open his eyes again in shock. Gerard's lips against his own. After a few moments, Gerard parted the kiss and smiled. Frank still not making a sound. ''And what if I tell you that I like you? No! That I LOVE you! And I always loved you, Frank. But you will not remember this in the morning so I don't give a fuck...'' The black haired boy said with that stupid grin on his face. ''Gerard, I'm not as drunk as you think.'' Frank said seriously. Gerard expression became shocked. ''I will remember this, I promise.'' And they kissed again, both of them smiling in the kiss. ''Gee, what if I asked you to be my boyfriend?'' ''I'd say: YES! Frankie, I LOVE YOU!'' And you know what? The rest of the weekend was absolutely NOT boring.