(Mikey)
"Frank?" I smile as I rest my head on his bare chest. He kisses the top of my head and mumbles 'yes' "Do you...love me?" Frank lifts my head and turns it to look at him. "Don't ask such a stupid question, of course I love you." His eyes sparkle and then he kisses me. When he pulls away I look at him and chew my lip. "Do you only love me?" He looks at me, trying to work out what I could possibly mean then he grins and shakes his head laughing slightly. "No Mikey, I'm unbelievably in love with you." I grin and this time slam my lips against his, he smiles and kisses me back instantly. I place my hands on his waist and mumble against his lips. "I fucking love you Frank Iero."

Twice in one day, hmm, not so bad.
I get dressed and head on upstairs, letting out a groan when I see Ray and Gerard making out on the couch.
"At least they're together again." Frank smiles and takes my hand. I nod and follow him into the kitchen. "Grab whatever, you live here too now." I smile awkwardly at him. He laughs and smiles then chucks me a can of cola. "Thanks." I laugh and drink some.
"You're so awkward!"
"That's why you love me." I wink.
"True!" He grins. "Want to go out later?"
"Where?"
"Park?" He suggests.
"Sure." I drink some more then set the can down and sit on one of the high stools. Frank sits next to me and rests his head on my shoulder.
"I am going to go get a shower! Then I'm going to get dressed and we can go. Unless you want to shower to?"
"I'm good."
"Okay then, I'll be back in about half an hour." He kisses me lightly and disappears downstairs to his...our...room.

After about ten minutes, I finished my can, put it in the bin and headed downstairs to our room.
The shower isn't running any more but I hear a hair dryer in the bathroom.
Shortly after the dryer goes quiet and Frank comes walking out in his boxers with a 'Smashing Pumpkins' t-shirt on. He slips on a pair of purple skinny jeans, then loops a black and white studded belt through them. He slips on his converse, flicks his hair and smiles at me. "Ready."

At the park we swing slowly on the swings, of course.
We sit there, swinging, talking for hours.
Until it starts to get dark when some of the jocks form our school appear.
"Oh fuck!" I hiss. "Come on Frankie, before they see us." We stand up and then hear the laughing and shouting as they see us, trying to leave.
"Look! It's the faggots!" One of them jeers.
"Come on." I groan and pull him away. We're going out of the far entrance when we're cut off by two jocks. They smirk at us as the others stand behind us. One grabs Frank and he struggles but two others latch onto him too.
"Frank!" I yell and try to pull him away. I'm knocked to the ground by another Jock. They kick me in the face and punch me and spit on me.
Soon everything hurts and after painfully watching them beat Frank, I cry as they drag him away.
He's still fighting though.
I seem to gather the strength to get to me knees, someone stamps on my back and I hit the floor again with a pained groan.
My eyes slowly close and I cough violently.
"Frank..." I mumble.