Bright Lights That Cast A Shadow

Me and Frank shared an awkward silence as we drove home from the hospital. I glared out the windshield at the pounding rain that was coming down in sheets and drenching everything in sight. Yes it was pouring, like some stupid cliche movie.
It had taken me nearly an hour to cool down after my raging at the hospital. The others had entered the room not long after I had started and were quite surprised to find me fuming. Like I had said, me being angry was a very uncommon thing and had only happened a couple of times in my life. Finally the four of them had managed to calm me to a manageable embarrassed state.
We had discussed what Bob had told me and decided that no one could be alone anymore. It was finally decided that Ray and Mikey would stay at the hospital with Bob and that me and Frank would go back to my apartment.
I pulled Frank's car into the back parking lot area behind my building and turned off the ignition. We both just sat there for a moment listening to the rain patter down on the car harshly.
"Aw shit," Frank whined. I looked over at him in confusion. He pointed to my building which was a good distance away in the rain. "We're gonna get soaked!" He complained.
"Well," I bit my lip thinking. It was raining hard enough that it was hard to make anything out. "I could always use vampire speed to get us inside?" I suggested timidly. Frank looked at me in surprise and grinned.
"Fuck yeah! That would be awesome!" There was a gleam in his eye and I could tell he was actually honestly excited, a prospect that made me smirk.
"Well c'mon then." I reached my arms out and he awkwardly climbed over the the seats to get to me. He slipped though, and fell straight into my lap. My heart jumped and we both flushed bright red.
"Oh uh sorry?" He stammered. We both looked away hiding our blushes even though we knew the other had already seen.
"You ready?" I asked eventually. He nodded and I wrapped my arms around him as best I could in the car. He clung to my jacket, an action, though I knew it had to be done, that made my heart melt.
I swung the car door open, and jumped out, only bothering to quickly slam the door as I held Frank to me. He wrapped his legs around my torso helpfully and I took off running. We were at the doors in a matter of seconds, both laughing, and only slightly wet.
"Uh Frank?" I noticed that after a minute or so that he was still wrapped tightly around me with no sign of letting go anytime soon.
"Nope," He grinned at me devilishly. Instead he moved like a freaking monkey and crawled around until he was on my back. How the hell he did it I wasn't sure. "I'm tired so you're giving me a piggyback ride." He informed me. I smirked.
"Oh I am?" I teased.
"Yes, now mush!" He poked me in the side to make me move.
"I'm not a dog!" I cried out indignantly, crossing his arms. I could almost picture him rolling his eyes.
"Yeah well I don't know what to say to make a bat move," He poked me again harder. I smiled at his stupidity and moved forward to his delight.
"Frank?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not a bat either."
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We finally reached my apartment and Frank hopped down. I felt myself missing the contact almost immediately. We entered my apartment and I collapsed on the couch with Frank next to me. We didn't talk for a while and just let ourselves rest.
"Gee?" Frank sat up and looked at me. "I want to talk about earlier." I gulped, feeling suddenly fully awake. I had forgotten about him wanting to talk to be honest, and the reminder was like an adrenaline shot.
"Okay go ahead," I offered feeling sick. I didn't want him to get angry and leave me again.
"Okay," He played with his fingers absentmindedly and I watched him, not daring to look at his face. "So I meant what I said back at the hospital. You really are the best thing that's ever happened to me." He glanced up at me through his lashes and blushed which confused me. "Gerard can I be perfectly honest? And please swear you'll hear me out before you say anything. You can kick me out when your done but at least listen!" He pleaded. I nodded fixated on him and what he was going to say. I was expecting something along the lines of how I was a great guy but he just didn't want to date me. I frowned to myself. I wouldn't throw him out for that.
He took a deep breath before looking me in the eyes. "The first day I met you I knew you were an amazing person. I remember being so embarrassed about cutting my hand, because I thought that you must think I was really stupid. I knew though that I had to face you again because I needed to get to know you better. So I came back again.
Then came the night I got drunk. I was just out partying by myself and got totally shit faced. I knew I was screwed when I got jumped by those boys. But then you appeared and defended me. No one had ever done that before for me ever. And then you even helped me to the hospital. I knew from the moment I woke up in the hospital the next morning, fully sober, that I had started falling for you.
I decided that I had to at least try to become friends with you. I wasn't even sure if you were gay or not, but I was gonna find out. But then you just kept on rejecting me and it hurt so much. I couldn't help it though. I just kept on coming back and trying again.
Then by some miracle you said yes and we became friends. That right there seemed like a dream come true. Then one day I come into the music store and you're hugging some random dude I've never seen. I have never felt so jealous in my whole life. Then you tell me it's your brother, and I was so relieved and happy.
Can you imagine how I felt when you let it slip that you were gay? I had like a mini freak out session in my mind right then. The only problem was that I realized you were way out of my league. You're so beautiful Gerard, and I felt like if I admitted that I was gay you might feel awkward around me and like you had to ask me out. So I said nothing.
And I was right too cause when I told you earlier it put you in a bad mood for hours. I knew I blew it then, so I told you that I didn't want to date you. I felt like if I did that I would take that awkwardness away.
And I'm sorry if this really isn't what you want to hear, but I feel like I have to get it out now, because I am hardcore falling for you and it hurts!" He started crying and left me sitting there speechless in stunned silence. He thought he wasn't good enough for me? If anything it was the other way around. And he obviously hasn't looked in a mirror lately if he thought that I was better looking than him.
"What about when you left though?" I asked shakily finally finding words. He looked up at me with tears pouring down his face. My brain told me I should move to comfort him, but I was still frozen in spot.
"I told you, I was scared and disappointed. At first I believed everything that she said. I thought you were just using me, and it broke my heart. But it broke me even more to stay away." I finally managed to move and wrapped my arms around him soothingly.
"Don't cry Frankie. Please. There's already been too much of that tonight." I rocked him back and forth. "Frankie. Listen sugar, please." I tilted his head up with my thumb and forefinger so that his tear stained eyes met mine.
"I thought you were beautiful since you walked in those doors, but being the way I am, I pushed away those feelings. But don't you think for a second that those feelings aren't reciprocated." I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand, willing him to believe me.
He did what I had only dreamed of. He leaned forward and connected our lips, bring his hands to my face. I was shocked once again for tonight, but somehow found it in me to kiss back.
The kiss wasn't heated, but filled with passion. It was like we were communicating all of our stress and sadness and joy and love through that kiss. All the pent up emotions came tumbling out unspoken across our lips.
When we finally pulled away so that Frank could breathe he was grinning.
"Can I be totally honest?" I asked, copying what he had said earlier.
"Yeah?" He giggled, his beautiful hazel eyes sparkling.
"I think I may be in love with you." His mouth popped open and he looked like he was going to cry again, but happy tears.
"I think I may love you too," He whispered back.
And I swear then my old dead heart started beating again.

Notes

ITS SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE!!!
Soooooo I did it. Hehe and now I leave you all for a week. I know, I'm mean. At least I didn't leave it on a cliffhanger. That would be a bitch move wouldn't it.