Teenagers

When we got home, I threw my things on the floor and headed for the stairs. After setting his things on the ground, Frank followed close behind me. I half walked, half limped to my room. I allowed Frank to go in before me, then closed the door behind us.
“Cool,” Frank said. I mumbled a ‘thank you’ and shuffled to my bed. I sat down, grasping my side. I hoped he wouldn’t look at me, but he did.
“Gee,” he started. My heart throbbed when he said my name. “are you okay?” His face was so serious, and there was a tone of pain in his voice.
“I told you Frank,” I snapped, “I’m fine.” I pulled my legs to my chest. I winced at the pain of touching my ribs. Frank sat down on the bed next to me.
“You shouldn’t have to deal with this,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder, “just because you like guys doesn’t mean everyone has to hate you.” My eyes widened. I stood up quickly, grasping my ribs to insure they don't fall out.
“How did you find out about that?” I almost shouted. He stood up quickly aswell, horror spread across his face.
“I,” he started, “heard people in the halls saying it, then I asked Ray if it was true. I don’t want to hurt you Gerard, I just wanted to know.” I was angry, but relieved at the same time. At least I wouldn’t have to tell him. But then again, I had only known him for a little less than a week, and I wasn’t sure if he was to be trusted.
He came towards me, putting his hand on my face again. “You don’t have to do this alone, Gee. I’m here for you. Ray, Mikey, and I are all here for you. And I would hate to see a bunch of homophobic assholes hurt you.” I tried my hardest to hold in my tears, but I’m not too strong in that area when Frank’s hazel eyes are a foot at most away from mine. As soon as the tears began to fall, Frank pulled me into his body. He gently ran his fingers through the back of my hair.
“I’m sorry,” I hardly choked out, “I didn’t want to be this way.” I layed my head on Frank’s shoulder. He pulled me to my bed. I sat down next to him. He instantly pulled me back in. I rest my head on Frank’s chest this time and began to sob even harder. He pushed my hair away from my face softly. “I’m trying so hard to be strong, Frank. I really am. I just don’t think I can do it,” I sobbed.
“Gerard,” he said in a soft voice, “I know you can do it. You are so strong, and you will be able to do it.” He made me move to a lying position. He layed down next to me, pulling me closer to him. He put the covers around us, then his arms around me. “You can do it,” he said sweetly in my ear. He rested his head on mine. And I fell asleep a little too quickly.

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