Be My Frnkenstein

I leant against the wall and slid to the floor "he's gone." I say to myself trying to hold back the tears "this is my fault, Gerard is going to hate me." I close my eyes and rest my head against the wall trying to think of a way to make everything okay again. Shit how am I going to tell Gerard? It will break him. I have always know that he liked Frank, he's my brother I could just tell.
"I couldn't do it." I hear a quiet voice at the side of me "I couldn't leave him." I turn around and see a very familiar face, Frank. "I love him too much and I want to be with him."
"I know you do."
*Frank's P.O.V*
I couldn't leave him, I know he would be better off without me but I wouldn't be able to live without him.
"I can't tell him what happened." I sigh "you know, between me and you."
"You have to frank, he'll think you ran because you regret what happened." Mikey pauses waiting for me to respond "you don't do you?" I shake my head instantly, I don't regret what happened. Not one little bit, I've wanted that since the day I met Gerard. He is everything I could ever ask for, he's perfect in every way. The only thing I do regret is lying to him, it's tearing me apart.
"You have to tell him frank." I nod my head slightly, agreeing with Mikey. We walk back to Mikey's car and sit in silence all the way back to my house.
When we arrive back at my house Mikey gets out of the car straight away and I just sit there thinking about what I'm going to do, what I'm going to say.
"C'mon Frank." I turn to Mikey giving him a look that says 'I can't do this' and just remain seated in Mikey's car.
"Frank." He sounds very serious now so I get out of the car, I don't want to make him angry because that will only make things worse. I sigh taking off my seatbelt and climbing out of the car.
"I'm scared." You can hear it in my voice even though I try my best to hide it.
"Everything will be okay, I promise." For some reason I don't believe him. Gerard will hate me, he will never talk to me again, he'll never want to see me again. What have I done?
"Okay." I sigh as I walk to the front door.
"But what if it's not?" Mikey pulled me to a stop just in front of the door.
"Frank look at me." I knew how serious he was so I didn't hesitate. "Gerard loves you he always has, he isn't going to hate you. It was a stupid kiss and we were both drunk. If you love him go in there and tell him everything." That hurt, was he question my love for Gerard? Of corse I love Gerard, I always have, I have ever since the day I met him.
"Then go prove it!" Shit did I say that out loud?
"No Frank, I just know." Wow this boy is strange. I don't understand, he 'just knows' everything. I brush it off and walk upstairs to my bedroom. Just as I go to push the door open I faint sobs, Gerard. He's still here? I push the door open, he looks up and he is crying a lot now. I ignore that and just walk over to him and embrace him in a hug.
"I'm sorry Gerard." I really am "this is all my fault." He just shakes his head.
"It's my fault, everything is my fault. I develop feelings for the wrong people all the time and I just get hurt because I know they don't feel the same." That really hurt, it feels like I've been stabbed in the chest.
"Gerard, I don't regret it. It's not your fault, you haven't developed feeling for the wrong person. I feel the same way about you." He looks up at me and wipes away the tears half smiling at me.
"You do?"
"Of corse I do Gerard, I've felt this way about you since the day we met."
"Then why did you run and only leave a note saying sorry?" And now I have to explain so here goes.
"Gerard there is something I need to tell you, I don't want you to hate me for it but you probably will. About six months ago me and Mikey were drunk, and I kissed him. When I said that you were the only person that knew I was gay, I lied. Mikey already knew. I am so so sorry Gerard. I felt so guilty after what happened last night and I panicked, I didn't want to leave you but I felt I had to because it would be best for you." Gerard has a look on his face that I can't read, it's not disappointment or anger more like, understanding? I'm just about to speak again when Gerard chuckles. Why? This isn't funny, is he laughing because he's angry and doesn't know how to respond?
"Gerard?"

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