Gerard's POV

I throw my phone on my night table and get comfortable.

I don't want to get into Franks pants just so I can say I did. I want to hurry up and finish this retarted bet I made!

I should have listend to Mikey. He's right, and he knows what he is talking about. He has a girlfriend, a serious one too. Her name is Kristin, and Mikey would do anything for her.

He really loves her. He knows mores about love than I ever will.

Frank is just so fragile. I'm not going to deny that he is a very, very beautiful person. He's real, and actually has a personality apart from a lot of people at school. Even though he is a guy I wouldn't mind dating Frank voluntarily.

No. I can't be doing this. He's just a fucking loser. A suicidal, stupid fucking loser. A really pretty one though...

No! Goddamit Gerard! You'll never win the bet thinking like this! He isn't pretty! You don't think of him as pretty. He is male and so are you! Your not gay! Frank is!

Frank is a fucking faggot!

No he isn't!

What the fuck is wrong with me?!

Luckily, my thoughts are interrupted with a soft knock on my door.

"Gerard?" I hear Mikey's soft voice whisper.

"Come in." I groan feeling upset with myself becuase of the stupid emotions going on in my head.

Mikey quickly slides in and closes the door. He runs over to me and jumps into my arms, and begins to cry.

I hug him, and stroke his head.

"What's wrong, Mikes?" I ask worried.

"D-dad hit me again." He sobs and my fists clench. My father has a very hard time controlling his anger. I try not to get mad at him though. Whenever he does hit it loses his temper he apologizes immediately. He goes to therapy for it though which is good. He hadn't hit Mikey or me in a while.

"Why?" I ask looking at the door. He wraps his arms around me neck and his warm shirt presses into my cold, bare body.

"I accidently broke the lamp in the living room and I start a small fire on the newspaper he was reading. But he didn't get hurt." He says and I can tell he stopped crying.

"It's alright, you know he didn't mean it." I say and he lets me go and sits crisscross in my bed.

"I know," he sniffles. "But that isn't the only reason I'm upset."

"What? Why?"

"Because, your probably going to make Frank kill himself."

Wen he says that my heart is in my mouth. Frank can't kill himself. He's too prefect to waste. God put way to much effort in him, just so Frank could throw himself out.

He won't, I will not let him.

"No he won't," I start. "I won't let him. Frank isn't the person I thought he was. He's-"

I was cut off my Mikey.

"He's a good kid who didn't deserve all of the shit that happened to him? I know."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"He's bullied everyday. Everyone knows he is bi, and I have math with him. Today when he got called on he said your name! Everyone but me laughed at him, and later in the class he stared to cry, because he was probably so freaking embarrassed! Two months ago he got a black eye! I watched someone punch him in the face just because he tripped and his hand touched another guy. He called him a fag and when they finished with him I went and cleaned him up."

"Oh..." Was all I could say. Damn I feel like a shithole.

"Oh is right! If he kills himself I will never forgive you! I won't think of you as a brother, you will be dead to me!" He says before leaving my room slamming the door.

If Frank kills himself I minus well kill myself too. I wouldn't be able to live with the guilt of ending such a perfect person.

I will protect him, I just can't fall in love with him.

I lay down and close my eyes.

I have to protect Frankie, I have to. Until we break up I have to protect him and treat him like my own real boyfriend.

My Frankie...

~~~~~Time Lapse~~~~~

I wake up and look at the time.

10:22 am. I've got time to get ready for my day with Frank.

I slowly unwrap myself from my little cocoon of blankets and make my way to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and hen I finish I regret not taking a shower last night. It's the morning, December, and fucking freezing cold! I go grab my towel and look outside the small window in my room. I can barley see anything becuase a large pile of snow is blocking half of the window.

"Shit." I curse under my breath and go into the bathroom. I close the door and put the water on so it's nice and warm.

I look at myself and I don't like the way I look. I like that I have pale skin but I'm not as skinny as I should be. I sigh and pull off my black sweat pants and throw them in the floor. I don't sleep with boxers because most of the time I don't really feel like it. But one day when I am having a nice dream, I know I'll regret it.

I slowly step into the shower and I take some soap and lather my hands before rubbing my body.

I wonder if my future spouse would want to wash me as I did the same to them.

Frankie would. When we were walking he told me he loves to help people. He reminded me of my Grandmother. She left the world about a yer and a half ago. I missed her so much. She understood me and I would play the piano and sing for her when she didn't feel good.

She loved to help people as well. She would have loved Frankie. I shake my head trying not to feel sad and I hurry up and I hurry up and finish my shower. When I get out I dry myself quickly an step out if the bathroom to get clothes. I throw on an Iron Maiden shirt, some random black boxers, and dark skinny jeans. I sit down in my bed, put on black socks and then I put on converse. I grab my messenger bag I use for school because all of my school things are in my locker and I have the comic books I am reading and my sketchbook in here.

Maybe Frank will let me draw him.

I go upstairs fixing my hair in the way up and I eat a granola bar as I make coffee. I put it in a paper cup and take it outside with me. I lock the door and make my way to Frankie's house.

My Frankie's house.

Notes

I have splendid ideas so I want to keep updating! :D

Also, I am going through a really rough time, because my sister annoys me and then I get mad and call her an ass. Either my mother will tell me to be nice, or my sister will call me something like a fucktard. Then she'll hit me and I will hit her back and then she begins to beat me. Also she is my older sister so she is stronger.

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