(Gerards point of view) "So um,basically I had a best friend called Jamia. I never thought of her as anything more than a friend,but she did towards me. She loved me. And one day she confessed that to me when we were at my house. I explained to her that I was gay,and she looked pretty heartbroken. She made a stupid excuse and got home quickly. I carried on watching TV but I was worried. I felt so guilty,but that was nothing compared to how I felt an hour later. My mum came in,her face as white as a sheet. And she had explained that Jamia was dead. Jamias mother found her in the bath,filled with most of Jamias blood. She had slit her vein,and not by accident. Propped up against the wall was a note,saying "I hope you're happy frank. I figured you wouldn't want me around. I'm pathetic,ugly and I don't deserve to be friends with you. I've fucked it up,and now that I don't have our friendship I don't have anything. Goodbye,frank. I'll always love you. I hope someday you'll love me." And I cried for days. Ever since I've never cried again,and I felt so depressed and guilty. I started to self harm. I still do..I've never smiled since. Until..I met you" frank looked embarrassed and looked up at me. I couldn't believe what Frank just said. I walked over to him and hugged him,and Frank hugged me back. Seriously, all I wanted was to tell him I knew how he felt. I know what its like to feel as if everyones given up on you. I know. Soon Frank and Mikey fell asleep on the couch,so I sighed and went off to my room. I couldn't stop thinking of frank though. He's younger than me...but I couldn't help but feel attracted to him. He's gay too... You have to tell him. I told myself. You have to ask him out.