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

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Gerard POV*

I hear faint singing from the hallway and I'm curious to see what it is. Is that... frank? Frank... what is he doing? He's singing? I open the door to the basement, and I'm hit with the full sound of his voice. It sounds raw, uncontrolled and thick with emotion. It cuts through me. Underneath his amazing voice I hear beautiful guitar notes, they're so sad, I can hear every note ring out in harmonies.

When you go
Would you even turn to say
I don't love you
Like I loved you
Yesterday

There is so much pain and I can hear he is strumming the guitar really hard.

I'm hearing pained notes flowing out of Frank's mouth and I'm thinking, where did this hidden singing voice come from? I have got to find out what this is all about.

I burst in.

Oh my fucking god.
I see the guitar, there's an open notebook on the floor, and Frank. He freezes and his amazing playing stops. "Frank, please tell me, what's wrong?" He says nothing.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I yell. I look around. Then I grab frank's notebook and he lets out a sign of sadness I've never heard before.

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Frank POV*

I can't even speak. I literally can't even speak. My throat feels like it's all choked up and I want to die. Then Gerard picks up my open notebook on the newest page. I let out a sigh that sounds like angels dying.
Shit.
Gerard's dead surprised, now. He just stares at the page. Just stares. His eyes are disbelieving, sad, and something else I can't quite place. I forget how to breathe.

"Y-you... you... love... me?" he says 'me' so quietly I can hardly hear it. The room in front of me flickers and the only thing I can focus on is his eyes which are so wide and innocent and everything else is fuzzy. "You love me." he's repeating. "You write fanfictions about me. Fanfictions. Jesus fucking Christ."

Shit.

"What the fuck is this, frank? You think you're fucking bisexual or gay or whatever and you can't tell me something like this?! I've been living with... you... secretly attracted to me? I...I don't know what to say, man. I don't fucking know what to say!" He paces around the room angrily. He's fucking angry. He's seriously so angry, he's never gonna talk to me again!
"Look, I need some time to fucking think about this, okay. Things are never gonna be the same between us again!"

He slams the door and I watch him pause for a second before he runs off.

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