I don't feel like I'm strong enough

We finally arrived at the Chinese restaurant. We stepped out of Frank's car and made our ways inside.
We were greeted with a young woman, asking us if we wanted a table or a booth. She led us to a booth and gave us menus, then we ordered our drinks.
Frank and I began talking a bit, then we got our drinks and ordered our food.
While waiting for our food, I decided to spark up some conversation with Frankie.

"So, Frank, how come you moved to good ol' Bellivile?" His eyes met mine, then he looked kind of sweaty.
"U-um my dads job made us move here." He replied.
"Oh? Well, what does your father do for a living?" I asked him, but before he could answer, our food came and the subject got changed.
I was starting to become more and more curious about Frank. I didn't really know anything about him.
He knows everything about me, though. He knows my family, my hobbies, my favorite things, and a little bit about my past.
All I know about him is that he likes the misfits, because of the shirt he was wearing, and that he likes orange chicken, because thats what he ordered.
I decided to make it a mission to find out more about my anonymous little boy.

After we finished our meals, the check came. Frank and I both pulled out our wallets. "It's fine, I've got it." he said. "No, no I insist." I said, but before I could pay, he pulled out a wad of cash and grabbed a 100 dollar bill from it and gave it to the waitress. "Keep the change." He said. "But, sir, the bill is only $35." she said. He held up his hand and said, "Its, fine." Then I thanked him and we both got up from the booth and walked out to his car. Once we were in I asked him "What the hell was that?" He looked startled.
"What was what?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"You pulled out like a thousand dollars, Frank. Where did you get all that money? Why won't you tell me anything about you?!" I all but yelled at him.
He backed into his seat. "I'm sorry Gerard but I just don't feel like it's important enough to tell you."
"Well, Frank, if we are going to hang out, I have to know something about you so I know your not some murderer or something."
"Gerard, if I was a murderer, I would not have just bought you dinner. I would have killed you."
I rolled my eyes and got out of the car and walked to the trunk and grabbed my bags, then started walking toward home. I heard Frank running after me, so I started running too. I ran until I was completely out of breath, and had to stop. "G-Gerard!" I heard Frank breathlessly yelled out from behind me. I quickly spun around. "What?! What do you want from me, Frank?"
He caught up to me. "I j-just want to t-talk." He said, then hunched over and tried to catch his breath. "Why do you want to talk to me, Frank. Are we even friends? I know absolutely nothing about you and you wont even tell me anything. I feel like our whole friendship is made out of lies. Why won't-" I was cut off by Frank's lips on mine. I was startled at first, but then dropped my bags, and melted into the kiss. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in closer.
We pulled away after a few minutes for breath. Frank put his forehead on mine, and caressed my cheek with his hand. "Gee, there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. I'm not a murderer. I just..I just feel like if I tell you about myself, then you will think I'm some freak and thats the last thing I want." I leaned forward and pecked his lips. "Frankie, I assure you, that's never going to happen. I would never ever think you are a freak. I know this is going to sound weird, but.. I think I honestly am in love with you." I looked into his eyes, and the corners of his mouth pulled upward into a smile. "Y-You love me?" He asked. I nodded and he connected our lips again. "I love you too, Gee. I know this is weird since we've only known eachother for a few months, but I just can't help but feel this way." Now it was my turn to smile. "Frankie, I don't know if we are going to be able to be together unless you stop being so secretive. I'm not going to judge you, I promise." I said, and he pulled away from me. "Gerard, I don't know if I'm going to be able to do that." He said and I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.

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