Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay

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frank was staring at Gerard's hair again. It was just so beautiful, Frank loved the way his dark black curls messily cascaded around his head and the way it looked like he had just fallen out of bed. And suddenly he turned around and frank was staring into wide black-rimmed eyes; he froze. "Hey, Frankie!" he said cheerfully, as frank had just sat down. He immediately looked down at his hands. "H-Hi...," he stuttered. He tried to give a small smile. Hoping Gerard would say something else but no, he simply turned around, obviously unaware of Frank's staring.

Phew.

Frank wished he could know what the older boy was thinking.

He so hates me. He's not even having a conversation with me.

Ugh. Frank wasn't even sure if Gerard was even fucking gay or not. Probably not. It was probably just some really weird fantasy he was having.

Frank was straight, apart from liking Gerard, there was something about him that made his heart race, and it was wrong, but he loved it.

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Frank's been having dreams about Gerard every night since he realized he had a crush on him. He's feeling so guilty but he's secretly hoping Gerard feels the same way about him. It's hopeless and hopelessly romantic...

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Gerard POV *

"C'mon, franks, let's go and play guitar now," I half-sing, dragging frank along.
and he's just staring at my hand dragging his. What? We're friends. Well he has been kind of self-conscious and shy lately. But I'm only pulling his hand along, so what the fuck frank!? "Come on!" I say again.

When we're in the guitar room he absentmindedly chucks his shit on the empty table and sits down on it, crossing his legs. And then he gets out his new guitar. Oh, it's beautiful. It's an epiphone guitar and it's white with the word 'pudsy' written on it and it's like nothing I've ever seen. It suits him perfectly. Why does he not realize how cool he is?

I pull out my own guitar, which is just a normal black one and I plug it into the amp casually. I haven't played in a while, so I hope Frankie doesn't think I've deserted him. He's great at guitar. I mean, I've never been much good at guitar, you know, it's just so hard.. but frank can learn new songs in, like, 2 seconds. And he plays them great too.

I'm jealous. Frank's just looking into my eyes. "Your guitar's beautiful," I say encouragingly. His face lights up. He blushes and murmurs a small "thanks," looking away. He's so shy. "Ok, so what do you wanna do?" I ask, shuffling through my papers. Frank looks at them with some weird sad look in his eyes. "The songs you're playing are so cool," he says quietly. He carefully picks up a sheet of paper. I freeze.

"Hey! no! choose another one, please! Aaah...". "Why?" he murmurs, concentrating and furrowing his brow. "I wrote that song!" I whine. "Aahah," he chuckles.

His laugh is so funny.

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