Frank's POV

I want to tell him, though. I want to tell him that I love him. That I always have and I always will. But I can't. Instead, I try to think of other things. Like, the time when we went to the park down the street from here. We were only eight and six years old. It was pretty fun. Actually, now that I think about it, I could confess my feelings for Gerard there. There's plenty of privacy, since it was abandoned like, ten years ago.

I sneak a glance at Gerard, who is still tracing my face with his fingers, and suggest my idea.

"Gee, can we go to the park?"

"Yeah, sure Frankie! You mean the old one down the street that we went to play at when we were little kids?"

Wow, he still remembers that? I thought I was the only one.

"Yup! That one! Can we go? PLEEEEASE?" I'm practically begging him now. I need to tell Gee how I really feel about him.

"I already told you, my Frankie. And yes, we can go."

Wait; did he just call me HIS Frankie? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he likes me more than I thought.

The next thing I know, Gerard is standing up, with me still in his arms. I don't think he realizes it.

"Gee, I can walk you know." I say quietly, in the sweetest voice I can muster. He gives me his most winning smirk and looks me in the eye.

"But I want to carry you." He says, his face instantly turning beet red. This surprises me. I really wasn't expecting it.

"Are you sure, Gee? I'm not too heavy or anything?" He gives me a look and raises his eyebrows as if trying to say, are you kidding me? After this, he decides to speak his thoughts.

"Frankie, you are the lightest person I know. You're sixteen, and you only weigh ninety pounds. I think my muscular-ness can handle you." He says sarcastically, the grin returning.

I begin to giggle, and he just looks at me. Then, he too, starts giggling. We stay like this for a few minutes before he starts to lean in close to my face. He has a serious expression, as if he is about to tell me the biggest secret in the world. Instead, he parks his face just inches from mine, and he seems to be studying my expression. He looks satisfied, when I see his hazel eyes flutter closed and he leans in, closing the distance between my lips and his. A shiver of relief courses through me, traveling up and down my spine. I guess I won't have to tell him how I feel anymore. I am fully aware of how his slightly chapped lips feel against my own. I am just starting to relax when I feel him pull away. But I want him to keep kissing me. He appears to be unaware of this, because he has a look on his face that suggests stress. When he begins to speak, I give him my 100% attention.

"I'm sorry, Frank. I shouldn't have done that." As he speaks, his cheeks drain of all the color they held before.

"Gee, I've been waiting for you to do that for God knows how long." His face shows an expression of shock before he lets a grin appear on his lips.

"You really mean it?"

"Yes, Gee."

"You swear it?"

"Yes, Gee!" I manage between giggles.

Then, he leans in again, and his light pink chapped lips collide with mine. His hair is draped over my face, creating a curtain of sparkles that tickle my flushed cheeks, and I give in to the kiss. When we pull apart, he looks at me, and his eyes are full of happiness.

"I love you, Gee."

"I love you, too, my Frankie."

Gerard's POV

I watch as Frank's green and hazel eyes blink their way open, squinting at the bright light from the sun. When he looks up at me through his lashes, my heart nearly stops. He looks so cute curled up in my arms. For a while, I study his face, and realize that he seems to be thinking about something. But, before I can ask what it is, I realize a piece of his hair has gotten tangled with his eyelashes, so I reach down to brush it out. I find myself stroking Frank's hair, but it doesn't seem to bother him, so I don't stop. I am about to ask what he's thinking about, when he speaks.

"Gee, can we go to the park?" He's so adorable right now, how can I say no? Besides, I was just about to suggest it myself. There's a lot more privacy there than there is sitting here on the sidewalk.

"Yeah, sure Frankie! You mean the old one down the street that we went to play at when we were little kids?" My voice sounds distant, as if I was recalling the event.

"Yup! That one! Can we go? PLEEEEASE?" God, I hope he doesn't think I'm going to say no.

"I already told you, my Frankie. And yes, we can go." Wait, did I just say 'my' Frankie? Oops… Before Frank can comment, I scoop him up and start walking down the road, heading for the park. With a sneak glance at Frank, I can see that I've startled him, and he seems like he's deciding whether or not to say something. He must make up his mind, because he reminds me that I'm still holding him.

"Gee, I can walk, you know." He says in a polite voice. But I don't want to put him down. Without warning, I smirk down at him and he seems transfixed on my face.

"But I want to carry you." I admit, feeling the blush creep onto my face. Oh, God, I hope he doesn't notice.

Suddenly, he seems concerned. "Are you sure, Gee? I'm not too heavy or anything?" Since when would he be heavy? I raise my eyebrows and think, geez, he's one of the skinniest kids at school. He better not be trying to say that he's fat, because he's not even close.

"Frankie, you are the lightest person I know. You're sixteen, and you only weigh ninety pounds. I think my muscular-ness can handle you." I say teasingly, even though the first part was supposed to be taken seriously. Unfortunately, I grin again, so he probably thinks I'm lying.

He begins to giggle, and his laugh is so high-pitched that it makes me start giggling with him. His eyes are glistening, and I want to kiss him so bad, I just can't stop myself. I start to lean in, and when our faces are just inches apart, I pause to see if Frank is grossed out or something. He doesn't seem to be, so I close the few inches between us, locking his mouth with mine. Frank seems startled at first, then gives in and kisses back. We stay like this for a while before I come to my senses. What did I just do? I pull away from Frankie, and he seems to be okay, but I can't be sure, because his hazel eyes are boring into my face, reading every emotion displayed on it.

"I'm sorry, Frank. I shouldn't have done that." I am so scared, now. I probably just ruined every chance I had of getting Frank to like me. My face drains of color in panic, and I begin to worry when Frank speaks.

"Gee, I've been waiting for you to do that for God knows how long." Then he looks down at his hands, and both shock and relief flood through me.

"You really mean it?" My voice sounds small, afraid.

"Yes, Gee." Frankie confesses.

"You swear it?" I hope so.

"Yes, Gee!" He giggles.

I lean in again, silencing the squeaky giggles erupting from Frankie's lips. This time, he's prepared, so he kisses back eagerly. We stay like this for a while, my hair covering our faces, kissing. When we pull apart, my relief is reflected on Frankie's face.

"I love you, Gee." He whispers.

"I love you, too, my Frankie."

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