-Gerard's POV-

I awoke in white. The only color I saw, and it was everywhere. Lights blinded me, and I had to blink a few times to adjust to the brightness. It was then that I realized I was in a hospital. For a second, I did not remember why I was there.

And then the memories flooded back to me.

I couldn't help but wonder who it was that had found me. I thought that it had been my brother, but when I turned and saw Frank next to the bed, I realized. And then, I mentally slapped myself, knowing that he would want to be with me even less, now that he knew I was suicidal.

"G-Gerard?" Frank asked, his voice hopeful as he looked at me. The way he said my name made butterflies flutter in my stomach.

"Hey..." I replied, my voice weak. The smile I gave him was as weak as my voice was.

After I had spoke, Frank instantly wrapped me in a hug, "Oh my god, I'm so glad you're okay." He said. I could tell that he was close to crying, "Never do that to me again. Never do it again, Gee. Promise me that you won't." he said. And then he started crying. Hearing him cry, I couldn't help but start crying myself.

"I can't promise you anything, Frankie." I said, honestly. I wasn't going to lie to my best friend. I was done with always lying.

"Why can't you, Gee?" Frank said. Fuck, my nickname sounded even better coming from him. If only he knew how he made me feel. I bet that I would never be able to make him feel the same way.

"Be--because I just can't, Frankie." I replied, "I can't. I have a problem, Frank, and it's tearing me apart. And I can't tell anyone about it. I don't know what they would think...."

"Gee, you're my best friend. I would never think of you differently. And neither would Ray, or Mikey. We care about you, Gerard, whether you think we do or not." Frank told me, "And I care about you more than any of them."

"W-what do you mean?" I asked, confused. I had no idea what he meant by his words. Frank sighed. I was guessing that he didn't want to explain, that maybe, he thought I wouldn't understand. But then, he did something I could never have expected. He kissed me. Frank. Kissed. Me.

My eyes widened in shock before slowly closing as I kissed him back. He seemed to be relieved that I had kissed him back. The young boy pulled away from me.

"I-I don't understand... I thought you were straight.... You're dating Jamia...." I trailed off. Frank kissed me again to shut up.

"Gee, Jamia's just a cover-up. Yes, I know it's wrong to fuck with her feelings. You don't have to scold me." Frank explained. As if I would scold him. I couldn't be happier about this, "And I was going to break up with her. I want to be with you, Gee. Not her. I hate her. I hate every single thing about her. A-and then--" I noticed Frank's bottom lip quivering, "--And then when I found you, just lying there, I-- I just--"

I didn't give Frank enough time to even finish his sentence before I kissed him again. And when I kissed him, it felt......... perfect