*Frank's POV*
I hit the floor hard, my face still tingling from the slap from my mother. "You worthless piece of shit! You go for a small walk and come back 20 FUCKING MINUTES LATER!" My mother screamed soon followed by a kick to the stomach. "YOU SAID A WALK NOT A FUCKING 2 MILE JOG! WHAT THE FUCK FRANK!" and another "YOU LITTLE SHIT!" and another "Did the little emo boy inside of you try to fucking run away again. Or are you just trying to make my life difficult again?!" and another "Just go die Frank, you're nothing to me anymore." and another "Fucking little worthless piece of shit" she muttered after kicking me square in the face and walked away. I knew I had to get up now, otherwise she'd come back and this would happen again.
I slowly sat up wincing at the horrible pain in my stomach. I could tell that the damage to my face was minimal, thankfully, but my stomach would probably be lots of different colors by tomorrow. I reached out to a table that was next to me to help me stand up and I walked over to the steps slowly. As I tried to climb up the stairs, I grabbed the hand rail on the side not only to hold me up against the pain in my stomach, but also to make sure I didn't fall over from the headache caused my the hits to the head. I finally made it to my room and collapsed on my bed feeling my whole body relax from the workout of just going through so much pain going up the stairs. I went on to thinking about what had gotten me to where I was right now.
I was walking home from school, and I had so much on my mind from the beatings that had happened earlier that day. I also had to much homework to even think about, so naturally i wasn't going to do any of it. I decided to take a walk to get my min off of things, when I realized I was supposed to turn backa while ago to head back home before curfew. I jogged most of the way home, and still ended up getting home late. I walked in and was slapped not even 2 feet in the door.
I brought myself back to reality, and decided I'd deal with everything in the morning, but right now I was just going to sleep.
So that's exactly what I did.

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I woke up to the annoying beeping of an alarm clock. I randomly swung my arm over to my left and actually ended up hitting the off button. At least something's going good. without thinking I swing my legs off the side of my bed and wince in pain from yesterday. I decide to go over to the mirror to look at the damage, and at this point I'm hoping for nothing being broken.
Turns out there was minimal damage done to my face, with just a slight bruise in the shape of a hand, and no marks from when I was kicked. I hold in my breath ready for the worst, and slowly life up my shirt, revealing a horrible sight. I'm small, and no matter what the school bullies say, I'm not fat, so there isn't much stomach area there, what what is there, is a dark shade of black and blue, with little traces of yellow running through it. If it wasn't on my stomach right now, it might have actually been quite pretty.
I sigh, dropping my shirt, and slip on some shoes deciding to go out today, just not to school. There's no way in hell I'm going to that shit hole today. I grab my backpack so to my mom it looks like I'm going to school, my ear buds, and my phone and slowly walk downstairs. I put in my ear buds and blast The Misfits walking out the from door yelling "I'm going to school mother!" At the last second just so that I don't get in trouble when I come back for leaving without telling.
I head to the right instead of to the left which is towards the school, and pull out my phone immediately scrolling through my songs. I look up just in time to see that I almost ran right into a big truck. "Wait. I don't have any neighbors" I thought. I look to my right just in time to see a bunch of firetruck red hair go inside the house, and realize that someone moved in here, and now that family has a high school-er, cause what other age group would have fire truck red hair. Whatever. I decide to look down and walk around the truck. Not a problem for right now. I'll deal with this later, I decide.
I get to the cemetery, and I'm very relieved. Many people think of cemeteries as depressing or scary, but through my eyes, they're peaceful, calm, and actually quite pretty. I walk to the back of the cemetery, and find my tree sitting there I drop my bag, and climb the tree with my earbuds still in until I get to the very top of the tree. You get a lot of fresh air from up here, and the climb to the top helps get your mind off of things.
Once I got to the top, I lit a cigarette and took one bit long drag. Yes I lit a cigarette in a tree don't judge, I'm careful. I then used the cigarette to completely clear my brain, a tactic I'd been working on for a while now, and just finally gotten. Once my brain was clear, I looked over towards the opening to the cemetery, looking, but not processing, at least until I saw a flash of bright red that brought me to my senses. I watched the little floating patch of red get closer until I recognized it as my new neighbor, so I looked even closer.
And boy was I glad I did.
This dude was hot as fuck. Like Damn.
He had the perfect jawline and cheekbones and the cutest little pixie nose ever. His eyes were a bright Hazel just like mine, and I could get lost in them forever if I wanted to. He was the type of person who can easily be sexy, cute, and hot at the same time.
Just flawless.
Then I realized that he was getting closer.
What if he saw me sitting here. He'd probably think I was crazy for smoking on top of a tree in and empty cemetery. Like even now that I think about it this is kinda crazy.
And then I realized my backpack was down there. What if he saw my backpack.
But it was all okay, because he sat in front of a grave.
"Hi Grandma." He said in a sad tone of voice. Oh my god I just wanted to go up to him and hug him and squeeze him and tell him it would all be okay. "Well if you couldn't tell we moved here. Now I might get to talk to you every day. Well, I guess you might want an update on my life right now so... ha, yeah. Bert left me. I thought he was perfect for me but no. He just up and left. It's cool though, Mikey showed me that I wasn't actually in love with him, and I've gotten over him by now thanks to Mikes. I'm just scared Grandma. I mean, like I'm here now, and I'm gay, so I don't know how I'll be treated. I don't have any friends, in fact we just got here last night, so this is the first time I've left the house. One of the mothers next door is really loud. She was yelling something really loud last night, I just couldn't make it out. Well whatever. I know you'll still be here for me if anything goes wrong. I probably should get going now though. By Grandma." So he stood up and stretched looking left and right. He started to look right ahead, when he double checked to his right. What could be wrong.
My backpack.
He saw it.
H knows I'm here.
Play it cool and It'll be okay.
I took another long drag waiting for the red haired man to react. But instead, he just sighed.
"I know you're here whoever you are. If you could come out from hiding that would be great. I like really could use a friend right now..."
I thought for a second. I mean I could tell he could use a friend, and I really could too. I decided that I had nothing to lose. I slowly and quietly started climbing down the tree, but this time I slipped only a couple branches from the top. I used the hand not having a cigarette to reach out and grab a branch, and thankfully I succeeded in doing so. The only problem now was I made a lot of noise.
I looked down to see that the red haired man had looked up and was in a flight position, ready for the rest.
"Oh... hey. Ha." He nervously laughed. Oh my god his laugh, and him up closer, just... DAMN.
"Hey." I said climbing down the rest of the tree more careful this time. I reached the bottome branches and dropped the rest of the way so that I was next to the red haired man, and put out my cigarette with my shoe.
"Well... this is weird." He said after a small silence
"Yeah." I agreed
"Anyway! I'm Gerard" He said excited reaching out his hand for me.
"Frank..." I said back, cautiously shaking his hand. I then shook my head so that I could think straight and get his hotness out of my mind, but it didn't work.
"Well. I don't know more than your name, and unless you heard me talking to my grandma, you don't know about me, so wanna go grab a coffee?"
"Sure! I love coffee." I answered back, more confident.
"Great!"
So that's the story of how I ended up walking to Starbucks with the hottest guy in existence. And he was gay, just like me.

Notes

Okay... I had to type this 3 times because each time the submit button wouldn't work, so here is the worst of the three cause I was tired of typing by this time, but here it is. I don't know if I should continue it or not since this is my first story, so I would really appreciate if you guys would leave comments and stuff telling me if I should keep writing. Well Yeah. Biiiiiiiii!