...“And what if you faint?” he interrupted me. Seems legit- I really feel like I could black out right now, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the sun or the memory of Frank crawling towards me.

Gerard’s POV

I hesitantly grabbed Frank’s moist hand and he quickly pulled me up to my feet, as if I was weightless. I wobbled, feeling slightly dizzy, and he instantly gripped my elbow, steadying me as I unconsciously pressed into his side. My vision went blurry, and I honestly had no idea what was happening.

We were both almost naked, but I was too sick to even notice the skin-on-skin contact. I absent-mindedly buried my face in his neck, shutting my eyes. His tingly smell filled my nostrils, and a took a small breath.

Maybe Frank was right and this is a sunstroke, I really don’t know anymore. Just a minute ago I felt perfectly fine (well, not mentally anyways), and now I feel like I’m going to black out any second.

I stayed still for a moment, pressed into Frank, before I suddenly heard him sigh heavily and his grip on me tightened.

I realised just how close we were, and I felt my face heat up in embarrassing pleasure. I hurriedly pushed myself away from him, taking a few step back. I crossed my arms on my chest defensively, mumbled an insensible “sorry” and turned away, feeling extremely embarrassed. I felt everyone's eyes fixed on me, silently judging. I was probably going to get a lot of shit for doing this.

I was ashamed, but I had to admit it felt really, really good to touch Frank like that. Almost like we fit together, and I wanted to remember the feeling of his skin on mine, because I definitely wasn’t getting a second chance.

I don’t think I’ve ever been that physically close to anyone before, it’s ridiculous. I am fucking 17 years old, and I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.

“I’ll be back once I make sure he’s okay,” Frank said to the other teens over his shoulder, flashing them a quick toothed smile and a wink. They all nodded, grinning. Diego mouthed something to him, but I didn’t make out what. Frank obviously did though, because he laughed, throwing his head back and exposing his tattooed neck. What the hell, do they already have an inside joke?

The whole winking thing probably didn’t mean anything to Frank, he wouldn’t want to be involved with someone our age anyways, but my heart still burnt with envy. I couldn’t help but think that if I was better, I might have had a chance with him. He was, at last, only two years older, so why not? My dad is five years older than my mom and it didn’t stop them.

But I am who I am, and it just so happens that no one wants to date a lame shit like me, and age doesn’t even matter. Plus, I keep forgetting that not everyone around me is gay, and that might be a problem.

I was alright with Frank not being gay, though; we could still be friends. But what if he's a homophobe?

Frank speeded up slightly and I picked up my pace, catching up with him. He turned his head to look at me and smiled reassuringly. My heart was booming in my chest, and I hoped he couldn't tell how nervous I was.

“You okay?” he asked, his tattooed hand landing softly on my bare shoulder. I shivered under his touch and silently nodded. I did feel way better, but I didn’t want to go back to the pool. This was my chance to talk to Frank. Even if I couldn't have him the way I'd like to, we could still just talk.

Should I try to start a conversation? He probably isn’t all that interested in talking to me, but...

“Don’t you think we should tell Ballash that we’re leaving?” I asked, unsure.

“No, I’m a counselor and I can do whatever I want with you,” he replied, grinning, his eyes fixed on me. My heart dropped, and my face started heating up.

He. Did not. Just say. That.

My mind immediately started producing images or Frank doing whatever he wanted to do with me, and my stomach tingled with excitement. I struggled to keep in a groan which was about to escape me. The last thing I needed at that point was a boner. I eyed Frank carefully, trying to avoid his heavy gaze. He was still smiling as if nothing happened. This means he was definitely not hinting anything, and had no interest in me.

I took a deep breath, looking down at my hands.

Keep it cool, Gerard, keep it cool.

I just needed to get to my room before I get over-excited.

Notes

Short chapter sorry))

oh yeah by the way my most-likely-to-be-favourite chapter is going to be the next one, sorry if I got you excited about this one or anything)

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