Born and Broken Every Single Time.

I returned to my room with a grin on my face and after hours of torture at school, the next few hours passed in the blink of an eye. I returned to Gerard's room changed into the random pyjama bottoms I had and a random band shirt, to find him clad similarly to me. He just smiled as he sat on the floor, leaning against his bed and flicking through channels on the TV. He greeted me with a smile as I closed the door behind me and sat down beside him.

We hadn't had dinner. Gerard had told his parents we were having a movie night in 'celebration' of my last night, if you could call it a celebration. He smirked at me as he told me he had enough food to last for weeks in a bag on his bed. When I pulled it down I found it filled with crisps, popcorn, a seemingly never ending amount of sweets and beer. He had planned this well.

He pulled the duvet clumsily down from his bed as he flicked the DVD player on with the remote. The original Dawn of the Dead. I burst out laughing when I realised the first film. He'd told me it was going to be scary, well more hinted at it, but this was my favourite film purely for my own entertainment. I understand that at the time it probably was seen as scary, but honestly I could not stop laughing the first time I saw it. It was probably because the remake was one of my favourite films, maybe I laughed because I felt threatened. I had a strange mind.

I pulled up a can of beer before I did anything else, merely because I call that common sense. After taking a swig, I sat it down beside me and pulled up a bag of fizzy sweets and seemed to devour them. As I took another handful of sweets to shove down my throat, I noticed Gerard opt for the popcorn. It seemed typical that he would because it was more suiting for a movie night and he was into tradition. Sort of. That's how I thought of him anyway.

"Watch it, you might get fat," he giggled. I giggled slightly before there was a slight awkward silence. I bit my lip as I watched his eyes widen, realisation of what he said taking over. "Oh, shit, no, you know I don't mean that," he pressed. "Uh, forget I said it."

"It's okay," I smiled. I looked back to the screen awkwardly as Gerard fell silent. I knew he didn't mean to offend me and I know I shouldn't be offended, it was a joke. But as he said that I couldn't help but remember all those times that my parents had said something like that. All those times…

"I'm sorry," he muttered again. I looked around to him to see him looking awkwardly at his hands, seemingly unable to look at me.

"It's fine," I pressed. "This is my last night, you make it fucking depressing and I'll kill you."

My joking remark seemed to spark the intended response as he giggled quietly to himself. I ruffled his hair, just to mock him a bit for his moody moment but found a handful of popcorn being launched in my way.

"Fucker," I frowned light-heartedly. He seemed to turn his attention back to the film just in time to catch the latest Zombie death. I took another swig of my beer before I turned back to the TV, slumping down slightly to get more comfortable. The one problem of sitting on a floor, is your ass gets numb and lets be honest, no one likes a numb ass.

"Frank…" Gerard began quietly. I groaned slightly as I looked up, waiting for him to continue. I'd kind of got into my own little world watching the movie and the interruption took me by surprise slightly. "You know I'm going to miss you."

"I thought you weren't going to go crazy with a fifteen minute walk between us," I smirked, looking up at him. I didn't understand how he could sit further up that me. By now I was almost lying on the ground, only supporting myself by leaning on my elbows. He was still leant against the bed and I couldn't understand how his ass hadn't grown numb. I deemed him a freak of nature. He'd probably love the title.

"Maybe I was wrong," he giggled. "But seriously, I mean like when I go. It's, I don't know. It's been cool having you here."

"It's not like we'll never see each other again though," I countered almost immediately. I actually sounded so defensive of the topic, I sounded desperate and I'm not even sure why.

"Yeah, I know but you know it's all going to change even though I said it wouldn't at first."

"Yeah," I muttered, tearing my gaze reluctantly from his.

"Promise me something."

"You make me promise to have a movie night with you, now another? So demanding!"

He laughed again at my cocky remark before just looking at me thoughtfully. I didn't say anything, presuming he was building up to some sweeping statement. After a few further moments of our silence, only teamed with the guns blaring in the movie, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine forcefully before pulling back and just smiling.

"Don't look back," he stated simply.

"Ugh," I groaned. "Please don't do this again. You know what happened last time."

"Which is why you understand why I'm saying it," he continued calmly. "It's not like we won't see each other again, it's not like… I don't know, but just don't dwell, okay?"

"Whatever," I muttered as I looked back to the screen. Inside I craved just to look at him to see how he reacted. I wanted to know what expression he had, I wanted to know what he thought. Before I could fight my urge to look round any further I felt his hand rest under my chin and tilt my head up so I had to look at him. He was smiling, typical.

"You either admit what I'm saying it right and mean it, or I will pour this beer over you," he grinned.

"Mature," I uttered, smiling slyly at his remark.

"Say it," he stated.

"No," I replied seriously. "I just-"

I was cut off as I felt beer roll heavily down my face. I thought it was an idle threat but I hadn't noticed, as was now apparent, that he had his beer held in his other hand. I sat gaping up at him, my jaw dropped in shock that he'd actually done it. I grabbed the first bag my hand reached, which luckily for me was a bag of mints and threw it at him, hitting him clumsily on the arm. I never liked mints.

"Oh, very mature," he grinned. "I'm trying to be serious!"

"Well serious doesn't suit you," I retorted. "And pouring beer on someone isn't mature."

"Just please-"

"Change the film."

"What?"

"The film, it's finished."

"Oh…"

He adhered to my request and changed the DVD. He opted for Scary Movie, which I found kind of ironic because I find it anything but. All the same, I didn't complain. When he resumed his previous position and pulled the cover back up on him, he found the remote and started the movie. He tried a couple of times to talk but I either shooshed him or ignored him. I just leant against him as we watched the opening of the film, willing that tomorrow's goodbye was the only one we'd have to cope with. Sadly I knew that one day, I'd have to listen to him.

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About an hour into the film the silence of our conversation was finally broken. I was caught off guard yet again, seeing as I'd half forgotten he was here. This night was meant to be some night to remember for the right reasons, sadly it was worse than awkward.

"You're such a stubborn shit," Gerard began quietly.

"Whatever," I muttered, focussing in on the screen.

He didn't reply at first, he just nudged me with his shoulder so I couldn't lean on him any more. It felt funny as my arm adjusted to a new sense of cold, seeing as Gerard had forced me to move.

"This was a stupid idea," I groaned in reference to the whole evening. I looked up at him to see him frowning slightly at me, seeming hurt at what I had just said.

"What the hell has happened with us?" he groaned as he gestured dramatically. I couldn't help but smirk. "We're so fucking serious and depressing. It's Scary Movie and we're sitting here being all fucking sad. It's your last night Frank, just bloody smile!"

"Maybe I don't want to," I said forcing a pout. In all honesty, if I hadn't pouted then I'd have probably grinned at his bluntness. I don't think I could settle in my thoughts if my last night here was going to be remembered as a night of sadness.

"Maybe you're so immature," he smirked. "Now will you just hear me out this time?"

I nodded as I leaned back against him, smiling faintly to myself when I realised he wasn't going to nudge me back off him. He rested his arm lazily around me before he continued. I was distracted slightly as I moved slightly to feel my shirt stick to me, reminding me of Gerard's mature 'pour beer over Frank' trick.

"If you are going to go all weird when I say don't look back, what about remember me with a smile?" he smirked. "Like, obviously don't look back, but if you do, like smile."

"You sound like you're six years old," I grinned as I looked up at him, gaining a playful hit in response. "I know what you mean though, but-"

"No buts," he interrupted. "Just settle on you agreeing with me."

"BUT," I repeated sharply. "You're not gone yet, so please stop trying to act like you are now, because you're still here and I'm still here, and you're being all depressing, so just…"