Frank fell asleep shortly after that. He was dazed from his and Gerard's conversation and couldn't be bothered to face the face of the cocky little shit anymore. He woke in a mess of dribble and mucus on something that felt like denim. He lifted his head to find he was laying of Gerard's lap. Gerard was lent against the inside of the van, very much asleep. He stayed on his lap, and got comfortable.

Frank always knew he was gay. He kept it to himself, so not to cause a scene, but he had known it pretty much all of his life. When they did Gym at elementary school he was always curious to have a look at the other boys. He liked what he saw. He had girlfriends occasionally, so not to cause too much suspicion, but they were not as satisfactory as guys. Girls were surrounded by clothes and make-up and they took every chance they took to be fake. But Frank, Frank saw guys as genuine, loving creatures, given a bad name by girls.

His first gay encounter happened at 14. His friend invited him to a summer camp at his parents house. Frank agreed, thinking it would be fun. He spent two weeks digging, climbing and just having fun. He enjoyed so much, and when he got home it was never the same, for two reasons. He was so worn out that he didn't know what to do, and because he had kissed this friend.

They were staying in the cabin when they were playing truth or dare. There were three other friends in the same room, and one of the kids (Riley) dared Matt to kiss Frank. Frank was nervous, it was going to be his first kiss. But when Matt refused to do so, he was disappointed.

It was later that night when Frank went off to bed that they passed each other. Frank was coming out from the bathroom, and Matt was trying to go in. The just stared at each-other blankly.

"I didn't get this kiss earlier." Frank said, and leaned in to his best friend. He pressed their lips together for a fraction of a second. Matt pulled away in shock and displayed a face of anguish.

"Fucking Fag! Get away from me!" he shouted, and ran in the other direction, into the safety of the bathroom. Frank heard the shower fire up and the little droplets land on the tiled floor. Matt was trying to get himself clean, away from the dirty faggot germs.

Frank went and sat on his bed and cried. He cried for days, even when he did get home, he couldn't stop. His parents didn't know what to do; nobody could.

After that, he hid his gay secret. His friend moved away, and didn't day goodbye. His parents were family friends, so they got greetings cards through the door now and then. After that he dated girls, and only girls for a long time. By the time he was 16, he had given up all together. It was around that time he had befriended Mikey. Mikey was the only one who knew of Frank's secret, and he was very accepting. He once said he had a brother who was gay. He never said what happened to him.

"I know you're awake." Gerard said. Frank looked up at him, and studied his face. His eyes were still closed, but his ears were obviously open. "You fell asleep." Gerard was one for stating the obvious. "You body tensed, I knew you were awake."

Frank looked up at the male, and thought how on earth he had felt that.

"I study people." Gerard said simply.

"Then you can study me."