Every Secret That I Keep

[Gerards POV]
Frank stared at me. It was okay for me to say that right? I mean I wouldn't be making out with him if I didn't?! 1 million throughts race through my head. Maybe it wasn't okay. Maybe he didn't like me...maybe he was just bored and this gave him something to do. Maybe he just thought of me as a friend. I open my mouth to apologize. But he interrupts me, "I like you to Gee...a lot."

[Franks POV]
My heart is racing. It's the truth, I do really like him. To be honest...I think I might be falling for him. I know I've only known him for a short time, but he makes me feel different. He makes me feel special and excepted. I couldn't help but smile at him, he was beautiful and funny and...and perfect. I pull him in tight. I feel safe in his arms. I'm still sitting on his knee with my legs around his waist.
"Gee, thank you." I whisper in his ear. He pulls back and looks me in the eyes.
"For what Frankie?" He asks looking slightly worried. "For caring." I smile at him...He doesn't know. He doesn't know about the scars, the bullies or the overdose. But he cares. And that's more than anyone ever has. I don't have to do this alone anymore...I hope.

*flashback*
I fucking hate Mondays. I half run down the hall trying to avoid human contact. I reach my locker and take my books out. That's when I hear it. Those comments.
"I was going to do some cleaning last night, but that Emo Fag Frank drank all the bleach."
Ouch that hurt. I hear laughing and then another remark.
"Yeah I went to shave this morning but the fag stole all my blades so he could slit his emo wrists and feel sorry for himself while he worships the Devil."
My head is swimming. I feel sick. My anxiety kicks in.
A tear escapes and rolls down my check as I run past the crowds to the bathroom. I lock myself in one of the cubicles. I spend most the school day here, and have done since I was 12.
I let out a sob and reach into my bag. I search for the small blades I always carried with me.
They were right. I'm nothing but a fag, a freak. I push the small silver blade into my skin and drag it across my wrist. Seconds later the fimiliar, calming dark red colour appears on my skin. This calms me down. I write the word 'LONER' in cuts and sit there for a few minutes letting the blood and tears drip. I was so lonely, I didn't deserve anyone.

*end of flashback*

But now I had Gee, I don't know 'what' we were or 'where' we stood, but I knew one thing for sure. I was head over heals for this boy. And he cared.

Notes

So I think now I'm going to have Gee help Frankie through this, and maybe bring some peoplein who will make the boys argue and stuff...im not 100% sure yet. I'm sorry if this was slightly triggering, anything to do with depression and stuff that I write about will be from knowledge or experience so I will try to keep it at a level where you can understand but not get upset...let me know what you guys think?