Frank's POV

It all starts with his eyes. Glowing beautiful green orbs, practically boring into your soul. So heart-achingly innocent, yet so painfully scarred. Two eyes not meant for this cruel life; although I know he makes the best of it however he can.

Once tearing yourself away from his glistening eyes, one wanders subconsciously to his raven black hair. No matter how many days it goes without a comb 10 feet near it, it looks almost elegant, disheveled in the most perfect way.

His voice is a chorus of angels singing. Am I the only one that hears it? Just being around him should be illegal, because it's a pleasure beyond any high you could possibly imagine.

And I couldn't stop staring at him.

"Frank?" He said, looking so beautifully confused. After about a second of delayed reaction, I looked away, feeling a rush of heat to my face.

"uhmm, yeah?"

"Missed your cue." He sort of half-laughed, which made my brain stop working for a second. When it started again, I realized I was still holding my faithful guitar Pansy, and that we were at band practice. I also failed to notice that Bob, Ray and Mikey were also in the room with us.

"Uh, oops," I said, fumbling with my pick, "Sorry, let's start again."

The rest of the practice went without event, but I think the rest of the guys might be onto me. While keeping my eyes focused on my chord formations for the remainder of the time, I could almost feel their accusing eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.

After practice, as I was starting to walk away as fast as I could, I was suddenly grabbed and turned slightly around.

"Hey" It was Gerard. I could feel my heart start to bang against my rib cage. "Is something wrong? You seemed a little off today." I hesitated, actually considering for a moment telling him how I feel right then and there

"uhm.." I stumbled, trying to find words, while absent-mindedly, my eyes drifted to his hand, still resting on my arm. He suddenly realized I had noticed it and quickly put it back at his side. "Nothing" I said shyly, looking down. "I'm fine." But he could still sense something wrong.

"You sure?" He asked, "there's nothing wrong with you and Jamia?"

"Ugh," I groaned with the mention of my girlfriend, Jamia, I looked at Gerard then and for a second I thought I saw a ray of hope in his eyes, but as soon as I thought I saw it, it was clouded over by concern. Finally, I sighed.



"No, there's nothing really wrong, but…" I trailed off for a while, then finished in all seriousness, "I think I'm gonna have to end it with Jamia." For another second, I thought I saw the gleam of hope back in Gerard's eyes, but again, it was quickly disguised.

Don't get your hopes up, I told myself, he's got a girlfriend, too, duckweed. It's never gonna happen.

"Oh my God, Frank, why? You guys have been going out for three years!" Gerard exclaimed.

A lot of excuses came through my head. Three words, that's all I have to say. "I LOVE YOU" I screamed in my head, knowing it wouldn't be able to stay there much longer.

"Someone else." I finally said briskly, then suddenly turning and quickly walking away, leaving that someone else totally oblivious in my dust.