The last thing I remember was blood, lots of blood, a crowd and Frankie crying.

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I awoke in my bed to the sound of... Hicups? What? I slowly opened my eyes and tried to remember what had happened. The mall...Frankie...Bert... Wait, what? Bert? What the fuck was Bert doing?.. Ahhh, yes, I remember now. Bert beat the living shit out of me! That still doesn't explain the sound of hicups. I looked up and found Frankie sitting on my bed, crying.

"G-Gerard? You're awake? You're awake!" Frank exclaimed.

Yeah, I'm awake Frankie. I wanted to comfort him by, well, telling him that I was, indeed, alive. But no sound came out of my parched lips. What, did Bert beat me so hard that I went mute? No, no, no. That can't be possible. But what if it is? What if I am actually mute?

"Gerard!" Frank's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I shouted, alarmed. Oh, I guess I can talk. That's pretty cool. I shrugged.

"Okay, first things first, it's pardon, not as you very rudley put it: 'what'." Frankie smirked a sarcastic smirk. "And secondly, I carried you home after that McCrackhead guy beat you shitless. Just... Be nice, okay?"

Be nice, I thought to myself. Easier said than done. I'll be 'nice' when assholes will stop breaking their feet on my ribs. Mind you, this isn't the first time I've been beat up. I haven't gotten hurt so bad for maybe four months. But I'm still pushed around from time to time.

"Frankie, go get me a coffee. I'm dying here!" I declared dramaticly. I wasn't kidding though. I actually can't go more than five hours without some sort caffinated drink. I don't mind though. All the more coffee for me, right? Frank huffed but went down to the kitchen to make me the caffinated goodness. Now I can think in peace. I can't think straight when I'm with Frankie. No, I only think gay when I'm with him. But I'm not in love. This ain't my heart. The thing is... I've never felt this way before. Sure, I've had friends in the past. Hell, I've even had a date to prom AND homecoming. Well, fake dates. As in my friends dressing up in dresses and pretending to be girls. But hey, noone needs to know that... I have had a boyfriend, and he was one of the only people I felt, well, good around. I could tell him anything that was on my mind and he would listen. He was such a good listener. And his eyes, oh God, his eyes. You could get lost in them for days and not mind. They were so pretty. Shame about the accident... The accident that I wished never happened... The accident that made me question wheather or not life was worth living... The accident...

"Gee! Here's your coffee," Frankie handed me my mug my happiness. I took a sip.

"Shit! I didn't know strippers could make such good coffee!" I laughed. Frankie pouted in response.

"Awh, come here," I patted the space on my bed and he sat down.

"So, Gee, what are we? Like, friends, boyfriends, what?" He looked up at me through his lashes.

"I think it's safe to say that we're dating!" I smiled. He laughed and kissed me. You know what? Fuck what anyone says about strippers not being able to love. I know it's not true. I know because I'm falling for him. And I only ever fall guys I know can love...

Notes

Hey! Its TearsOfBlood here. XD. Sorry its crap :P
@ authors, i had to update today cos u wont have any wifi tommorow. Hope its okay :)