Franks POV

Purgatory. Its like Purgatory. Or Hell. Close to it anyway. Well it is Hell, where i am being tortured by the most beautiful man in the world. For the record i'm frank, and the beautiful man? he's Gerard Way, older brother of my best friend Mikey. Mikey and i work in the chemical bay on Leathermouth Industries, and it was at work in which Mikey told me that Gerard needed a place to stay. To get out of the parental home.

That was two months ago. Gerard moved in and at first i barley saw him, i was pretty sure if there was a bathroom and a kitchenette up there he would never leave at all. It was the third week of him living here that i really saw him, he came down stairs to cook meals and he occasionally watch television or cleaned up around the house, which mikey thought was rather strange as Gerard never cleaned before, and he went out every so often to buy art supplies. Gerards an artist, he sells his paintings to who ever wants them. I was pretty sure he could afford his own place, much bigger and better than mine.

Right now, he is sitting cross legged on the only arm chair, with a sketch pad resting on his lap and he was tapping a pencil against it. Luckily i couldnt hear the annoying tapping as i was listening to Black Flag on my iPod, then the stupid thing ran out of charge.

"Motherfucker" i yelled as i threw the iPod across the room. Stupid fucking thing.

Gerard got up and left the room muttering something about "fucking fags" under his made my scars burn, the worst thing about gerard is that he's homophobically gay, but every time he called my "fag" i had to release the pain. There was no other way, i got a sleeve tattoo down my left arm, and had a couple on my right, and those didnt hide the scars, infact they highlighted them, so i always wore jumpers or long sleeved tshirts to hide them from the world.

Two weeks later...

I over heard a conversation with Mikey and Gerrard, that i know i wasnt ment the over hear, wasnt my fault a bang of something in the kitchen woke me from my slumber on the couch, but i over heard, that Gerard wanted to get over his homophobia and accept himself, and others. My heart lept at this because there was "someone close that he liked" but i knew i couldnt be me, we were not close no now and not even growing up, when ever i went round to Mikey's when i was a kid, he ignored me. I knew what i needed to do to help him, and i needed a florist and a "secret admirer"

I got up and grabbed my keys, coat, cigarettes and cell phone. I decided to walk, as it was a nice day in Jersey. It took me 20 minutes to find a florist, the girl behind the counter was a punky kid, she had black spikey hair, with random red spikes, and blue eyes, she wore a Misfits hoodie, that made me happier.

"Hello, i'm Rose, how may i help you?" she said, happily.

i raised an eyebrow "I need one blue rose, delivered to this address"