Frank:

I slowly began to regain consciousness, feeling the warm that surrounded me. Wait, warm? I knew for sure I hadn't woken up in the park! The events from last night came flooding back; my attempt to end my life, the interruption and the cold. I think I blacked out from the cold under the bridge. The fact I was still alive caused me so much distress and coupled with the hatred I had for the things in my life made me want to cry. And so I did. I cried into the slightly hard pillow silently until I had nothing left to cry for.

When I had stopped, I became acutely aware of another persons breathing close to me. I could see the sun weakly leaking through the mustard curtains and assumed it must be early morning ish. Sitting up, I could see a hunched, raven-haired figure slopped rather hap-hazardly over a breakfast table, a crumpled comic book sticking out from underneath him. I recognised him immediately as the man I borrowed a lighter off yesterday, my assumption that he was new to the area proven true by the slightly not-lived-in look of the flat. I wondered what he looked like, properly looked like. I had only ever seen him inches dim park lighting and the back of his head. Oh well, I'll leave that for some hot girl to find out (hell he's way to hot to be straight, that and he dressed too plainly, all I could see was black clothing and the occasional band t-shirt)

I spotted my tattered clothing hung up on a door across the room. Excellent. I couldn't stay, he had taken me in last night (I was questioning why) and I'm sure the last thing he would want is to have to actually talk to me or feed me. Before I could be temped to stay, I scampered out of the bed and grabbed my clothing and stared towards the door out. 3 steps later my head felt fuzzy, I couldn't breathe and collapsed on the thin carpet.

Gerard:

I woke with a start, spilling my now cold coffee. Shit had I fallen asleep? What had woken me up? Where had that boy gone?
My questions were answered when I looked around, seeing a collapsed figure in the middle of the floor, clutching tattered clothing. His t-shirt had ridden up when he fell, exposing the pale skin of his back. Dark bruises had began to deepen, which were only red marks yesterday. Those are gonna hurt I thought.

I walked over to him and quickly checked his breathing, he was (thank goodness). I picked him up and put him back into my bed, being sure to sit at the foot of my bed this time so he wouldn't be able to run away without me knowing.

Frank:

I woke up again, only this time to a pale and concerned face staring down at me. I jumped and tried to sit up and escape, only to be stopped my a firm hand pushing down on my chest, back into the bed.

'I'm not letting you go anywhere' he said sternly to me, 'now, can you be trusted to sit up and drink coffee without running off?'

I nodded, not breaking eye contact with him. His eyes were intense, dark hazel orbs which twitched when he surveyed my face, trying to ascertain what I was thinking.

He removed his hand from my chest and I immediately felt a cold patch where his hand used to be. I watched as he walked over to the kitchen area, his legs encased in very tight black jeans. (I had to look away or I would have a little 'problem' with little Frankie) I sat up in his bed, becoming aware that I was not wearing what I was last night. Also that I was not wearing any trousers. I pulled the duvet closely around my waist so my pale legs wouldn't be exposed to the cold outside.

He wandered back over, carrying 2 mugs of steaming coffee (black, from what I could smell).

'I'm Gerard' he begn, 'I found you last night, soaking wet and passed out from the cold under the bridge in the park'. His voice was strange, it was deep but not overly masculin, somewhat calming and pleasant to listen to.

'All your, um, blankets are hanging up don't worry I haven't stolen anything or reported you to the police or anything. Frank, is that your name? It was stitched onto one of the blankets, what on earth were you doing in the river yesterday?'

Notes

Sorry for the quality, I had my grandfathers funeral today.

What at would you like to see in the coming chapters?i have some smut planned xD

MRxx