Born To Lose

*Gerard's POV*

I walked over to the cemetery, wired of the wind blowing my hair around, when I though I was something move in a long tree standing at the back of the cemetery, almost where Helena's (my grandmother's) grave was. I decided to brush it off as an animal. I slowly walked down the aisles between the graves, only knowing that Helena's grave was on the edge of a aisle. Eventually I found it right next to that tree, and decided to sit down to talk to my grandmother again.
"Hi grandma." I started, surprised at how sad my voice was. "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." I paused, wondering if I was really ready to leave my grandma considering I hadn't seen her in 10-15 years. "By Grandma." I finally said standing up.
I stretched and looked around to see if there was anyone else here who could have possibly heard me, cause that would've been embarrassing. I didn't see anyone, so I was about to leave when I saw a backpack out of the corner of my eye. I looked back at the backpack, just to make sure it was really there, and it was.
I froze, thinking.
After a while, I just sighed and stated plainly to the air, in case there was someone here who owned the backpack.
"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 said. After a while, nothing happened, so I was about to leave thinking someone had just forgotten the backpack here... that is until I heard a loud crashing noise coming from above me.
The tree.
I looked up ready to fight whoever was probably ready to ambush me with stuff after talking about my boyfriend to a dead person. They probably thought I was crazy and were about to beat me.
Instead though, I looked up and saw the cutest boy ever hanging from the tree by one hand. His other hand held a cigarette, so I decided he'd probably come here to get away from life for a second. He was so short, and had the most captivating hazel eyes. Part of me, okay I lied, most of me just wanted to go up to him right there, help him down from the tree and kiss him, but the whole shock of the situation had stopped me from doing so. So I just stood there like an idiot still in a fighting stance.
I somehow managed to snap out of it though.
"Oh... hey. Ha." I was so nervous I couldn't help but let out a little nervous laugh. WOW SMOOTH GERARD. I thought. He probably thinks your some really awkward person with social problems now.
"Hey." He answered coolly climbing down the rest of the tree. Okay maybe I didn't completely blow it.
"Well... this is weird." I said after a small silence.
"Yeah." He agreed
"Anyway!" I started, trying to break the weirdness between us. "I'm Gerard." I introduced myself stretching out my hand to shake.
"Frank..." He said back, either very unsure, or really out of it. Frank. That's a perfect name for a perfect guy. Whoa Gerard calm down. A couple minutes ago you though he was about to beat you up...
"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?" I said trying to sound casual. I mean it was a little cool out, and I love coffee.
"Sure. I love coffee!" He said back, all awkwardness disappearing.
"Great!" I said back enthusiastically.
So that's the story of how I ended up walking to Starbucks with the hottest guy in existence. What if he didn't like me being gay though?

Notes

Hey guys!
I decided I wanted to do Frank and Gerard meeting from both points of views so here it is.
Okay I lied, I also wanted to keep all of you on edge from last chapter.
Anyway... I have some news, that is good and bad for me, but just good for all yalls.
I'm sick.
This is good for me because I had enough time to write a good enough chapter, and because I get to stay home from school. It's only bad for me because then I have to deal with a fever.
This is good for you guys because I've decided that with the extra time I have, I'm going to try to write 2-3 updates today, and possibly more if I feel like it! So stay tuned because there's a lot more frerard in store today!!!