Ying and Yang

Gerard's POV

"So mother is Mutter." Frank said and I copied what Frank said which made him smile.
"Christ is bad enough learning a little bit of a different language but you literally had to learn it." I said and looked at Frank who shrugged his shoulders.
"Kinda wanted to. I wanted to be different so I became different. Not in a odd different but one where I stood out and people respected me because of my attitude being so different to everyone else's." Frank said and I could see where he was coming from.
"But I never really did blend in with everyone. Being a army child makes you different. Like we're more harder than what you are. We stand up to what we believe in. We're used to making friends and then a couple of months later we move and we never seen those friends again." Frank said and looked down.
"So where did you move to then?" I asked being nosey.
"I spent the first 4 years of my life in America, I then spent 3 years in England. 4 years in Germany, a year in Australia and then moved back to America." Frank said.
"So you got to see the world then?" I asked.
"Not really, my parents did. They always brought back stones for some stupid reason. But the stones bring comfort now I guess." Frank said and looked down and messed with his drink.
We both stayed quiet for a while.

"So I'm bored of homework, fancy watching a film in my room?" I asked and Frank looked at me and bit his lip ring.
"I don't mean us having sex or anything, but as friends I guess." I said feeling my face heat up.
Frank chuckled softly which made me look at him.
"I would love to watch a film Gee." Frank said with a small smile which I returned.
"Follow me then." I muttered and walked towards my room with Frank following.
We got to my room and I could fell Frank looking round my room with his eyes.
"You draw?" Frank asked as he walked over to some drawing I'm working on.
"Yeah, but I'm not very good." I said and Frank sat on my bed making himself at home as he looked at this drawing.
"Not very good? Fuck Gee your really good. I can't even draw a stick man without fucking it up." Frank said with made me laugh.
"You just need practice that's all." I said and looked at Frank who was looking at me with his eyebrow raised.
"That's like me saying you'll understand what I'm saying one day." Frank said and smiled and walked over to the bed and sat next to Frank.
"This isn't my best." I said quietly and Frank looked at me.
I looked down feeling vulnerable.
"Your drawings are what you feel aren't they?" Frank asked softly and I nodded.
"Wish I could draw how I feel sometimes." Frank said and I looked at him.
"Get to know me better and you'll see." Frank said and I smiled at him.

We was on our 5th film and since it was the weekend I wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
I looked at Frank and he was having problems keeping his eyes open.
"Frank lie down." I whispered and pulled the overs over Frank a bit more.
"I'm awake." Frank said sleepily.
"No, your falling asleep. Lie down and go to sleep." I said softly and Frank moved so he was lying down.
"You don't mind us sharing the bed?" Frank muttered.
"Na, if it's not you then it'll be Mikes." I said and looked at Frank and he was sound asleep.
I lead down but carried on watching the film until I fell asleep.

Notes

You have to bare with me for the poor gammer and spelling...
i have a new tablet and I'm getting used to it... and you just have to put up with it the rest of the time but you can blame dyslexia on that...