I'll Take What I Want From Your Heart

GERARD'S POV
He really opened up to me, I felt a little bad about pressuring him but proud of my digging-I think he's onto me playing cupid, I hope not, we could be friends he looks....interesting.
Hmmmn. I wonder if me and Frankie have a lot in common-hmmn should I call him frankie-that would be a bit personal oh well.

"Frankie."

I say out loud. Shit! He looks at me and tears start sliding down his face and he repeates what I just said.

"Frankie."

He whispers followed by a soft chuckle-ha cute. He stands up and I see anger and pain flash across his face as he runs from the art rooms. I stand up about to go after him-feeling terrible because I've upset him, when someone at the front shouts.

"Ha, goin to run after your faggot boyfriend."

I tell him to fuck of and leave. I walk cautiously into the mens bathroom, only to see Frank slumped against the wall.

"Fuck Frank.I never meant to make you cry."

I whispered softly while playing with his hair. Shit. I quickly pulled my hand away from his hair shaking my head with disgust. He looked at me and I put on a fake smile because my hand missed his hair-ewwww I really have to stop thinking like this-I am sooooooooo not gay.

"You see I still don't understand why I made you this sad."

I said grabbing his hand, this time I didn't pull away. I was just being friendly-I think. He squeezed my hand reassuringly.

"It's not your fault Gerard".

I don't want to push him but I want to know, I'm interested, concerned-but for Mikey, yeah for Mikey, probably.