"Tag your it Fwankie!"

Frank froze in front of the door. You could confuse him for a statue if one didn't know better. All he could think of at that moment was that voice. That voice was so familiar; so full of nostalgia . That voice belonged to someone who was close to him, who cared for him. He needed to know who that voice belonged to. Before Frank knew what was happening he was running to closest window with a view to the backyard. When he pulled back the navy blue curtains he saw a fairly old play set and scattered water guns on the well-kept grass. He knew this backyard. This place was what he used to look forward to see after he woke every morning. He loved this place. This place was his kingdom.

Before Frank could continue saturating his thoughts in the old memories this scene taunting his mind with he was struck back into reality by the same voice again followed by more giggling.

"Fwankie stop, that tickles! You win, you win!"

This caused Frank to jerk his head to the source of the voice. As he slightly looked over, he saw a young boy being tickled by a younger boy. The child being tickled had brown hair and hazel green eyes. Those eyes were so so familiar but Frank couldn't quite put his finger on it. He then examined the other young child. He had chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes with a slight hint of honey. Both of these children were extremely mundane ti Frank's memory. He clawed at the his brain trying to recognized these children. He clawed, pricked, and sliced at every memory he had but at this moment it seemed like his mind was erased.

He hated this feeling of confusion and was distressed at the fact he didn't know why it was happening. He was feeling anxious as he stared at the two children rolling around with each other on the grass. He felt his heart shatter at the sight. Again he didn't know why he was feeling this way. Frank usually didn't care about anything that happened around him and couldn't give a rat's ass about kids but this time it felt different. Extremely different. He felt sorry for these kids, no for what was happening in the present for them but what would come in the future. This feeling of sadness just felt natural to him. He didn't know why and he began to stop questioning it. He just felt that way and he was starting to accept it.
The sounds of loud giggling shook him into reality once again. He felt like he was daydreaming for hours upon hours when it was actually just for a few minutes.

Frank sighed but continued to watch the children, hoping that he'll remember who the fuck they were. He felt as if the memory was right at his grasp but he just quite couldn't reach it.
This annoyed him. Who wouldn't be annoyed if they were in the same situation Frank was in. He didn't even know where the fuck he was. Frank sighed again and walked towards the child-sized bed. He began to ponder why he was only able to touch the curtains and not the Hellboy comic, or anything else in the room for that matter.

"This is a load of bullshit." Frank thought.

Frank got up again and walked back tot he window. He was determined to figure what memory this was. Even though he felt as if his memory was wiped clean from his brain leaving his mind blank he still figured he could give it a shot and try.
He watched the giggly boys intently as they spun and whirled in sync getting grass stains on their clothes. Soon the younger boy was on top of the other tickling him. The older child giggled like a maniac as he failed to release the youngest one's grip on his stomach. Soon the younger child began to flower innocent kisses all over the others face earning loud childish giggles from both.

"Fwankie stop, it tickles!!" the child being tickled practically screamed due to the immense giggling.

"Gerawrd you're it!!" the younger boy tried to proclaim in a matter of fact voice but failed because he was too busy kissing the other all over his face.

"I wuv you, Fwankie. Pwomise you'll be my bestest fwiend forever!!" the other shouted as he began to calm down.

"I pwomise!" the youngest exclaimed as he hugged his best friend close.

Frank didn't realize he was crying until he saw warm liquid fall onto the window sill. Frank knew who these children were and knew what memory this was. He's legs couldn't suppoert him any longer as a his thoughts scattered to nothingness. He couldn't think. He couldn't breath. Frank just stood there and watched as the two happy boys innocently hugged and kissed each other on the grass.

Frank felt as if he was going to pass out. The memories hit him like a hurricane. The bedroom, the comic, the backyard, the two boys. He knew who that boy being tickled was and he knew who was tickling him. And he definitely knew why this memory was important to the both of them and why it was intentional that he 'accidentally' absorbed a part of it. He couldn't deny it. He couldn't fight how overwhelming the situation was. The memory just came crashing down on him like a demolished building.

This was the moment Frank fell in love with Gerard.

Notes

BAM!!
still really short im sorry mama fangoria loves you b ye
xo