(Gerard's POV)
I woke up that morning to a strong sense that there was something wrong. Instantly thinking back to the previous night, I groaned, realising I'd probably pushed Frank away forever. I quickly got out of bed, threw on some clothes and made my way to Frank's room, stopping and kneeling at the door when I could hear voices coming from within.

"My name's Mark," an unrecognisable voice said. Why the hell was this Mark in Frank's room?
"Frank," was the reply. He sounded awful, his voice was slurred as if he was tired, and he spoke quietly as if any loud noises would pain him. But Frank couldn't of... No. Surely not my Frank. He wouldn't have broken my heart, gotten drunk and slept with a random guy. I thought he didn't know if he was gay or not! However I paused my thoughts when they began talking again.
"Listen Frank, I know you probably don't remember... But last night, fuck it was awesome. You are so good, and hell I like you. Can we meet up again? Maybe this time I can romance you properly, without us getting drunk! We could go to the cinema or even to a restaurant if you liked?"
"You know what? I would like that a lot."

Well this just takes the fucking biscuit. He'll go out with this random male slut, but hell, he won't go out with one of his closest friends? Not being able to control my anger and disappointment, I stormed into Frank's room to be greeted by a massive shock.

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(Frank's POV)
If I’m perfectly honest, Gerard hadn’t even crossed my mind until he came into my room, bottom jaw dropping like a fish. Just because we were naked!
“Gerard...” I started, knowing that it wouldn’t make any difference. “How much have you heard?”
“Enough,” he answered, his face bright red. I spared a quick glance at Mark, the guy I’d slept with, and he looked extremely confused. Cute, but confused. I could also swear he was smirking slightly.
“Frank-you just-why? Why would you do this to me? You’ve met this guy, you couldn’t even remember his name, and now suddenly you know you’re gay, and want to go out on a date with him? What the hell Frank? Why would you do this to me?”

I didn’t know what to say, but I found myself shaking at Gerard’s words. He was right –of course- I’d literally only just met this guy, but I was instantly attracted to him. His hair, his smile, his lips... But I realised it was the same attraction I had originally felt for Gerard, and when I’d gotten to know him more the attraction had grown. A lot. Too much. But then he messed up. We’d both messed up. And it was too late for us now. After meeting G, I thought I might be gay. After having sex with Mark, there was a spark that I’d never felt before and hell I knew I was gay. And Mark seemed great.

I was shaken away from my thoughts and back in to reality as Mark began to talk.
“F-Frank? You okay dude?” I looked up at him, suddenly feeling empty when I noticed Gerard wasn’t in the room.
“Where’d Gerard go?”
He sighed. “I don’t know, and you know what? I don’t like him. He seems far too self- centred. Go out with me now, and I’ll take your mind off him. I promise,” Mark gently said, reaching to grab and stroke my hand, currently holding up my head. I let my face fall into the crook of his neck and he wrapped his warm, muscly arm around me. Wow.
“Okay then,” I found myself say. “Let’s go out today, and we’ll have a great time, but I need to be up in New York at 7, it’s our opening tour date.” I grinned to myself, “I’m so excited.”
Mark giggled slightly. Sexy. “Okay then, but hell, I think we’d better get dressed first eh?” I glanced down, suddenly feeling rather self-conscious, but like before, Mark just made me feel better.
“You’re hot Frank, don’t worry,” he smirked, before striding over to my wardrobe (still completely naked may I say) and throwing some clothes at me and on his perfectly-toned body. I blushed, realising I was staring. Such a teenage girl, grow up dude!

As a day, it was great. Mark took me to the cinema and then we went to this amazing vegetarian restaurant in town. Throughout the day we flirted, and touched each other “accidentally”, and then he drove me all the way to New York for our first gig, and watched it all. And I have to say, it was pretty awesome.

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(Gerard’s POV)

Diary,
I was worried Frank was never going to turn up for the gig, but he did, with that random Mark dude grinning by his side. Rarely have I met such an arrogant, annoying arse of a man, and I went to high school with tons of them. And he is the worst. Everything I said backstage was disagreed with, and Frank just goes with his every word! Frank insulted me loads tonight and I’m beginning to think he meant it.

“Oh come on Gerard, you’re no fun at all today,” Frank laughed.
“That’s just because he’s a depressed bag of shit,” Mark laughed, walking –his hand in Frank’s- to a dressing room.

There were other things he’d said too, about how I was “thoughtless”, “stupid,” and “pointless,” which I guess I am. I know he meant it as a joke and probably didn't mean to hurt me, but he did. Because now I realise I am all of those things, and more. So I've decided right, I'm going to get my Frank, he will be mine, and I will be his. And then, and only then, will I be able to be happy again.
The gig was fucking amazing though. We all had so much adrenaline, and I have to say we rocked it. Me and Frank didn't exactly talk on stage, but I know we will before long, he can’t ignore me forever over something so small!

Notes

Sorry it's a bit crap guys!! But I updated quicker than last time, and next time I'll make it a better chapter, I promise!
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