Gerard’s POV
“Lyn-z I can’t go with you I can’t do this anymore,” I pushed Lyn-z’s hand away.
“Gerard I thought you loved me,” I watched the tears puddle up in her eyes, “Gerard I have to tell you something,” Lyn-z hugged her sides.
“Lyn just stop!” I shouted, “I’m in love with frank.”
“Gerard would shut up and listen?!” She closed her eyes in irritation. “I-”

My slumber was disrupted by a buzzing and a bright light. Once I realized my blanket was falling off, I scrambled to cover myself with a sheet, for I slept in the nude. I stopped when I realized I was wearing my jeans, and someone else’s Misfit’s T-shirt, I was in someone else’s house; I sat up urgently putting my hand to my forehead as it complained. The light shining into the room was blinding, and the snoring from the boy on the floor was deafening. I leaned over the edge to see who it was, Frank, he snored, hands under his pillow, his muscular back was uncovered, as I got over the initial disoriented shock, I reached down, prepared to act asleep if necessary. I ran my finger between his shoulder blades, feeling the grooves of his skin.
As Frank moved I immediately let my arm go limp and closed my eyes. I steadied my breathing, as I waited for a response. Frank groaned as he turned to see what the disturbance was.
“Gee I know you’re awake,” Frank sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“Damn you,” I muttered leaving my eyes closed. “Why do you keep your room so bright?”
“I don’t,” Frank responded as he went to close the blinds, “You’re just on a killer hangover.”
“Well make it stop,” I drowned out the world in what I assumed was Frank’s pillow.
“Here,” Frank sat on the side of the bed holding a glass of water. He was quite the chipper little morning bird. I sat up and drank the whole thing along with some asprin. “So what do you remember from last night anyway?”
“Not much, mainly confusion, but that’s it.”
Frank explained what had happened, how he ran off and how I was so upset. It all came back, I remembered why and where I ran, the most important thing Frank explained, was what he said, and why.
Frank knew I had never seen myself as gay before, I never even considered it. He also knew I was now. “I never should’ve taken the liberty to cause you the trouble and confusion, it’s not my place.”
“Frank, I’m fine, really. You don’t need to worry about me. The firt time it freaked me out a little, but I’m over it now. If anything, I’ve concluded I might just like it.” I felt my cheeks heat up as I assumed I was most likely blushing.
“Well if you’re so sure of yourself, give me space so I can be too.” Frank stood slightly irritated, grabbed a few things, the got up to leave. “When you’re ready climb out the window then knock on the door. My mom will let you in, she doesn’t know you’re here.” And in that moment, Frank was gone.
So I did as he said, I climbed out the window, when his mom let me in, right back into his room I went. We were planning to get the band to practice today since it was cut short last time.
Once Frank finished his shower, we took off to my house, and invited the boys over. We ran through some music we’d already written and free styled some lyrics. I loved having them over, and playing with them, it was what I needed to escape my reality, but more than anything, I loved having frank there.

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