You're Never Gonna Fit In Much, Kid.

Frank's POV

"Yeah.. Gerard, you do suck at playing guitar."

I laughed at his poor attempt at playing.. God, I don't even know what song he tried to play.

Gerard frowned and passed me the guitar, "Well, you play me something."

"Play you what?"

"Well.. How about you play me your favourite song?"

"Um.. Okay."

I smiled and started playing.

Gerard sat down next to me, "Round Here by The Counting Crows?"

I nodded and kept playing.

"I love that song, " Gerard smiled.

"Yeah, me too."

I kept playing and Gerard started singing,
"And in between the moon and you,
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain,
Through myself and back again.
Where? I don't know.
Maria says she's dying,
Through the door I hear her crying.
Why? I don't know.."

I stopped playing and looked up at Gerard, "You have a great voice. I love it."

"Why thank you. You're great at playing guitar."

I smiled, "Thanks."

"How 'bout I take you home now?"

I sighed, "Okay, but can you stay a while?"

"Uh.. Sure."