(Frank's POV): Hi. My name's Frank, but some people call me Frankie. I hate my life, but it wasn't always like that. I'm 19 now, and I live in a flat, still single- happy ending, right?! As you can see, I'm very depressed, as I'm living in this crappy place without a boyfriend. Before you ask, yes, I'm gay and always will be. Anyway, I'll stop talking about my terrible life now, and tell you what happened when I met this guy named Gerard...

BEEP BEEP BEEP! That was the annoying sound of my alarm clock. It was Monday, the shittest day of the week. What could be worse than a Monday morning? I decided to stay in bed for a while that day, until I was bothered enough to get up, being late for school anyway. But being late was okay with me. I hated school. Everyone hated me, because I was gay, therefore I didn't have any mates. Well, there was a boy called Mikey, who sat at the back of the class, who I sometimes talked to. But apart from that, I was a loner.
Later on that day, during school, I came into the classroom for my art lesson and saw Mikey chatting with this extremely fit boy, with long, glossy, well greasy, hair covering his left eye. Wow. He was so attractive. My mouth began to water, as I stared at his gorgeous eyes from across the room, already thinking about our future together as a couple. I wonder if he's interested in me. Maybe I should talk to him, I mean... Shit. I'm already hoping that he'll love me, when he barely knows me. So.. should I go over and talk to him? He is gay too, and really attractive, and single!

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