Gerard's POV

I miss Frank, I admit it though I don't want to, but what reason would I have not to miss him?
Well maybe the reason how he completely shut me out of his life when we could've just talked this misunderstanding through but I mean what did he expect me to do, a peck? My first kiss I didn't know how good it'd feel or anything no one told me how it'd be so impossible to stop, or maybe that's just me or it's Frank. Who knows.
All I know is maybe this happened for the best because I know there will be no way in the future of me being able to control myself alone and close to him.
Maybe with other people I can but not Frank, fuck not Frank he's so special to me in every single way and he's so god damn sexy.
I moan just thinking about him. Suddenly my hand is some place else. Some place not so pretty.
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Frank memories flicker through my mind as I watch him in Math class once again.
He strokes his hands idly, admiring freshly drawn pictures across his knuckles I just watched him. draw with his new set of pens.
His Mum Linda must've bought them for him I don't remember seeing those particular pens before.
He's ever so creative and appreciates things on more of artistic level, much like me he'll see beauty in everything.
The bell rings and Frank gets up, I mirror him.
I wonder if he's going to see Miss Meadows this lunch again.
I'll follow him just to make sure.