Born and Broken Every Single Time.

Play the song in the top left corner *points* :DI leant up slightly and pressed my lips to his briefly but forcefully to make my point. I just smirked at him as he smiled weakly at me. He ran his hand through his hair as he sighed with a grin, which was as usual pointless because his locks just fell back in front of his face. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before snapping around to look at the TV. Unlike him I had decided to note where about the film was so I wouldn't jump at a sudden noise. When he suffered the misfortune of freaking out I couldn't help but grin.

"I'm sorry," he muttered as he looked back to me from the screen, blushing slightly. "I never thought of it like that."

"Well now you do, for the love of God stop being a depressing shit," I giggled.

"What princess wants, princess gets," he smirked as he pulled his bag of popcorn back up and crammed a handful in his mouth.

"Princess?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I guess someone forgot about the time he phoned Mikey and said he felt like a princess, trapped in his house. Princess Frankie," he grinned. I leaned back against the bed and covered my face with my hands as I giggled in remembrance. As much as I was laughing, I knew for a fact my cheeks would be flushed a nice shade of red and I didn't need to give him any more ammunition for mockery.

"So have we got a deal?"

"Huh?"

"No more sadness," I stated calmly as I glanced over to him, smiling as I watched him try to swallow the latest mound of popcorn to forge a response.

"Damn," he grinned. "My next film was going to be Armageddon!"

"Really?" I smirked, watching him nod in reply. "Put the damn film on!"

"But I thought you said no more sadness?"

"Sadness? We don't cry at Armageddon, well I don't…"

"Oh, neither do I," he replied hastily before shuffling across the floor to change the film. I could tell he would cry when the sad parts came. I was adamant I wasn't going to, mainly because I had already said I wouldn't. Who doesn't cry at fucking Armageddon?

He slumped back against the bed and pulled the remote from where it rested to start the film. A few minutes in, he started shuffling to get comfortable and I automatically rested my head on his shoulder because I was smaller, as usual. I felt his arm lazily wrap around me so we both sat comfortably. He sang along quietly with the DVD as they all gradually joined in the song and I giggled automatically, gaining a joking hit from him.

"Are you dissing my singing?" he smirked.

I looked up with a smirk and didn't reply, I just looked back to the screen and felt him kiss my forehead lightly. I couldn't help but smile. It was a nice change seeing as the night had been going disastrously so far. Nothing much happened throughout the rest of the film, I was just waiting for the end to laugh at him crying, I just knew he would cry.

As the end drew on and the door closed behind him, we lay watching the screen as everyone back in America watched on through teary eyes and I felt myself biting my lip subconsciously to hold back the tears. I honestly have never met anyone who didn't cry at the film but I vowed not to let him see this, it would only give him more to laugh at me with.

The wedding screened and the moment I heard 'I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing' by Aerosmith, I lost it. I didn't gush, but I could feel a few tears gently trickle down my face. I felt Gerard's grip tighten on me as the song drew on. I wanted to look up at him because this song was just perfect, but I couldn't let him see me cry over Bruce Willis. The thought that I was crying over such a 'manly' man made me smile.

I felt his hand rest gently under my chin and tilt my head up so I had to look at him. I saw his eyes were bloodshot and he just smiled at me.

"I knew you'd cry, you fucking wimp," he grinned, wiping a stray tear on my cheek with his thumb.

"Well you're not exactly innocent of that," I smirked.

"Hell, you knew I was going to," he smiled sheepishly. "The song gets me every time."

I didn't reply, I just kind of nodded before I glanced back to the screen to see the song hit its final chorus. I looked back at him and just smiled, wiping a surfacing tear away. He bridged the small gap between us and pressed his lips gently to mine. I forgot about the film, al I was consumed in was him and this song. As the song finally faded into the credits, he pulled back from me and just leant his forehead against mine and we just looked at each other. Considering how the night had been going, this was perfect.

I don't wanna fall asleep, cause I'll miss you babe, and I don't wanna miss a thing.