Still Franks P.O.V

I lay there looking up at him, and didn't actually realize how long I'd been staring.

He smiled again, meeting my gaze for a few seconds then stood up, taking my hand, and pulled me up with him. I stumbled a little as I got up.

'Steady!' he giggled. I smiled, running my fingers through my ebony hair.

'Soo..what's your name then?' I asked nervously.

'Gerard' he replied. 'You?'

'Cool name..mines Frank'

'Awesome'

I smiled again, pulling my phone out of my pocket, surprised that it hadn't broken when I fell on the ground.

7 new messages from mum

'Oh shit' I exclaimed

'What's up, Frank?' Gerard asked

'uh, my mum has text me'

'Oh..is that bad..?'

'No, It's just she never really text's me, she doesn't really care about me to be honest' I sighed

'Aww..' Said Gerard, I could see that he didn't know what to say

I checked the messages

'Frank, where are you?'

'Frank what happened? What is going on?'

'Hello? Frank'

'Murder, killer? What is going on, are you okay? Where is Johnny?'

'FRANK WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON'

'Don't come home, It's your fault, Janet is at our house, crying. People have been telling her Johnny was nearly killed, and she's too scared to go home'

'I don't need you.'

I dropped my phone to the floor. And covered my face with my hands.

'Frank, what's wrong?' asked Gerard, his face filled with concern

'I-I can't go home..my mum doesn't want me..s-she doesn't care about me anymore'

'I'm sure that's not true..'

'No, look at my phone'. He picked up my phone, his eyes scanning the screen.

'Oh..Frank..I'm so sorry'

'It's okay I guess' I said, I felt tears forming in my eyes. Gerard took a step closer to me, pulling me into a hug. His hair smelled like mango, I breathed in his scent , after a few minutes, he let me go

'My parents left me a few months ago..' Gerard said

'What? Why?'

'Ugh, they got sick of me or some shit and left, went to New York, but they left me the house to myself, It's pretty cool actually'

'Whoa.' I said, pretty amazed.

'You can stay at mine for the time being..if you want?'

I'd only just met him, but it felt like I'd known him for years. He seemed to actually care about me.

'Sure..if that's okay?'

'it's fine' he smiled.

Something inside of me felt relieved.

He led me to his front door, and opened it. His house was pretty plain, white walls, brown carpet. Nothing special. But it was good enough for me. In fact it was great. Compared to my house, it was paradise.

I hung my jacket on the stairs, and then suddenly a thought came into my head.

'Gerard, there's that dead body still in the middle of the road!'

'Oh, shit. Come and help me dump it somewhere?'

'Umm..sure' I pulled my jacket on, Gerard ran up the stairs, and returned with two pairs of gloves.

'You'll probably need these.' He smiled, throwing me a pair. I pulled them on as we left the house.

We walked over to the body.

'Damn, you hit him hard!' I said

'Yeah..that's what he gets for trying to kill someone as beautiful as you'

He stopped in his tracks and put his hand over his mouth.

'I-I..'

'It's okay, Gerard, thanks' I smiled awkwardly

He looked at the floor.

'it's really cold, we should probably do this quickly' I said, changing the subject.

'Yeah' he smiled, obviously glad that I'd changed the subject.

We picked up the body together, walked down an alley, turned a corner, and dumped the guy in a pile of rubbish bags.

'The person who finds him is gonna shit there self' I giggled

'haha, yeah' he said, we walked back to his house, he held the door out for me

'Thanks' I said, stepping into his house, glad to be out of the cold.

You can sleep on the sofa if you want, or on my floor?

'Is it okay if I sleep on your floor? I'm pretty shaken up by everything that has happened to me today..'

'Yeah that's fine' He walked up the stairs, beckoning me to follow him up. I walked up after him, and we went into his room. It was filled with posters of bands, I was surprised to see that we liked the same bands. His dressing table was filled up with loads of junk, Eyeliner, hairspray , magazines, CD's...a razor blade. This saddened me, the thought of him..you know.

He was pulling blankets out of a cupboard in the corner, and laying them gently on the floor. He bent down, and I stared. Wait, what the hell am I doing?

Frank..I think you like Gerard.

Yeah, I know that I'm Gay..but I've never actually dated a guy. Why would Gerard even want to go out with me?

He called me beautiful.

Meh..he was probably just being friendly..

A loud crash interrupted my thoughts. I turned round, to see a pile of junk on the floor, and Gerard turning red.

'Sorry..I was trying to clear some space on my desk and it all fell'

I giggled 'You made me jump!'

'Well..goodnight Frankie' he said, walking over to me, planting a kiss on my cheek and flopping into his bed.

I gasped to myself and put my hand on my face

Did that really just happen?

I got into the blankets Gerard had laid down for me, closing my eyes

Frankie...that's so cute.

I smiled, as I fell into a deep , much needed sleep.