Sorry guys, it's been a few days. I've just been busy and all.

Okay, so I have an idea but I want to make sure it's okay with you guys. How bout the same story, but from Frank's POV? I think it would explain a lot if it was like that. If I do it then that would mean that this story would be on hold while I catch up on the seven chapters, and it might take a few days to upload it but you would have a double update. One chapter for each POV.

Anyways review? And thanks for the previous reviews, guys! It helps me write knowing how the story is going.

Enjoy!

We had stayed like that for a long time. Just sitting there, on the floor next to Frank, Mikey, and Ray had made me happier than I had been in a long time. The four of us had been engaged in a deep conversation and soon lost track of time.

Frankie glanced down at his watch. "It's almost time to leave, darling," he whispered in my ear.

I giggled and sighed. Darling. He called me darling.

He looked at me with a hint of curiosity on his face. "What did I say?"

I giggled again, a little too girlish. "You called me darling."

He smiled. "Yeah…I guess I did, didn't I?" He looked toward Ray and Mikey who were just about to fall asleep in each other's arms.

"They're so cute together." My smile broadened. It was true. I had always suspected that Mikey liked Ray, and that Ray may have liked Mikey.

Frankie nodded in agreement. He was still smiling until his gaze dropped to where my left arm was. I could tell that he was remembering what I had done earlier. He sighed.

"Hey," I said, grabbing his chin and making him look up at me. "Don't think about it. Just don't if it's going to make you upset."

He shook his head slightly. "I know I'm going to have to think about it at some point."

"Okay, but some point doesn't have to be right now. Some point will be tonight."

He closed his eyes and his brows came together in frustration. "I just don't want you in pain," he repeated from earlier.

"I know, I know, but Frankie-" I paused.

"What?" He asked, slowly opening his eyes.

"Just…uh…well…never mind." I sputtered.

"Gerard, just tell me?"

"Okay, well…I guess since you and I started talking I've felt a little better. I mean nobody else has tried to talk to me, who would? I'm just another emo freak."

He shook his head. "Gerard, you are not an emo freak. Trust me. You're just different. To some people they think that that difference is bad, but not to me. I..."

I looked up at him this time. "What?"

He didn't say anything at first, then a silence stretched on. His words were echoing in my ears, saying I was just different, not an emo freak. His eyes looked glazed over like he was in a trance, or at least deep in thought. He looked as if he was about to cry, making me feel sad and guilty for upsetting him. He didn't deserve to feel this. Why was I making him go through this?

Soon enough he came back to reality, breaking through his trance. He looked back down to me and smiled sadly, shaking his head. "Tonight."

That was all he had to say. A tear began to roll down his cheek, then another. And another. And another. Then he began to sob.

I wrapped my arms around him and tried to comfort him as much as I possibly could.

"Shh, Frankie, don't be upset. It's okay, everything's okay. Don't worry."

"There's just so much, Gee. So much that I know about you. So much that you don't know…" he trailed off. I understood what he was saying though.

Just seeing him in pain, thinking about my Frankie hurting, was enough to bring my happiness back down to zero. It was like a dark storm had ruined my sunset. Like someone ruining a perfect moment. Someone had hurt my Frankie, and I didn't like it.

We just sat there, two teens a total and complete mess. Gosh, what was tonight going to be like when everything actually came out? When all my secrets were out in the open for him to judge? I was going to be a mess when the time came to spill my guts.

Before the last bell rang we had somehow managed to somewhat stop sobbing. Mikey and Ray awoke from their nap and asked what was wrong. We just shook off their question and thankfully, they didn't press on.

"It's time to go, darling" he said in my ear, putting emphasis on the last word.

"Whatever you say, love."

I heard Mikey and Ray let a few giggles escape before they put their man-faces back on. After making sure the halls were completely empty we made our exit out the front doors. Sure, we missed a day, no big deal.

I made sure it was okay to go to Frank's house by calling my mom. She didn't seem to really care that much, which made it a definite yes.

We walked to my house first, so Mikey and I could take some clean clothes to wear tomorrow. I picked out my favorite Misfits shirt with another pair of black skinny jeans. Mikey picked out a normal black t-shirt with blue skinny jeans, making me scoff.

"Really, Mikey? Blue?"

He punched me in the shoulder. "I like blue…so does Ray" he added quickly.

"Oh he does, does he? Hmm, I wonder what he would think if he found out that you're trying to impress him…"

"Oh no! Gerard, please don't!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Why not?"

Then I noticed a tear in Mikey's eye. Oh god…

"Mikey, I'm sorry," I said as I pulled him into a hug. "Don't worry, I was only kidding. I swear I won't tell him anything you wouldn't want him to know."

He sniffled. "O-okay."

"Okay?"

He nodded. "If you ever do, then I'll tell Frank that y-you love him with the p-passion of a thousand burning s-suns."

I giggled. "Understood."

My phone surprised me when it vibrated. I opened it and saw it was a message from Frank.

Grr are you ready? I want to see you…

I texted back:

But you just saw me!

Only a second passed, I swear.

But I miss you!

YOU JUST SAW ME YOU CRAZY STALKER PERSON!

But I want to see you again…

BUT YOU JUST SAW ME!

Mikey looked at me curiously when I began to giggle uncontrollably. "Frankie's texting me and being funny."

He raised his eyebrows. "Frankie?"

"Yeah…didn't you hear me call him that lately?"

He nodded. "Yeah…sure…right…"

My pocket buzzed again.

GRR hurry up you sexy man beast!

I didn't answer. Did he just call me a sexy man beast? I read the text over again. And over again. And over again. Mikey even read the text and laughed, punching me in the shoulder.

"You see? He does like you. And he kissed you today! And he pouted when you pulled away." He smiled contently.

"Yeah," I said smiling, and then began to rub my arm. Mikey was strong for someone his age…and build.

About two minutes later we were out the door and back to Frankie and Ray. It took us about five minutes to get to Frankie's house, which looked quite lovely if I might add.

"So my mom knows that you guys are over but she'll be out for most of the night. She's at her friend's house," he said rolling his eyes.

He let us in the door and once we actually got to look at the inside of his home, we all gasped. It was beautiful. His family must have been rich.

He rolled his eyes again. "It's not that impressive, honestly. In fact, I hate it. I'd rather live in a house like Gerard's."

I scoffed. "My house isn't interesting at all."

He led Mikey and Ray into the living room and put on a movie. Lord of The Rings…amazing.

"So, what shall we have for dinner?" he asked all fancy-like.

I giggled at his voice. "Whatever you would like, personally I'm not hungry."

He gave me a weird look. If anyone else looked at me like that then I would feel highly uncomfortable, but it was Frankie.

"What?" I asked when I decided he was looking at me for too long.

"Gerard," he said, serious again, "you haven't eaten anything at all today."

I shrugged. "Your point?"

"My point is that you have to eat."

I sighed. "Okay, fine…" I mumbled.

That cheered him up. A smile stretched across his face. "Good. Hmm, I'm not a very good cook at this point so…pizza it is?"

I nodded, smiling. "Pizza it is."

I didn't have any intention on eating much of it anyway, so it wouldn't matter.

We left the two lovebirds to watch the movie and went up to Frankie's room. There was a sign on the door reading 'Keep Out' . I felt special when he held the door open for me and bowed like I was royalty.

He plopped down on his bed, followed by me shortly after.

"So-" he began, but stopped.

I looked at him. "Yes, Frankie?"

He looked down, clearly looking embarrassed. "Is it…is it okay if I ask questions now?"

"Yeah, sure. I told you, anything goes, no limits. Just ask and I'll answer."

He smiled but kept his head bent down. "I don't know where to start. Hmm…when did you start hurting yourself?"

I thought about that for a second. "When I was thirteen. Everything was just too confusing. I was being bullied, my father was abusive when he found out about my sexuality, I began to hate myself."

He nodded, thinking about his next question. "Had anyone ever helped you? You know, tried to make you stop?" He looked up.

I shook my head. "Oh, wait no…that's a lie. Mikey had tried, he probably will go back to trying now. Since he's found out I still do it."

"How long had you gone before you did it today?"

"Two weeks."

He paused, took a deep breath, then asked the question I was most worried about.

"What happened two weeks ago?"

That was the question I had dreaded. My eyes grew wide, tears formed in my eyes, and I was secretly wishing that I had never told him about that. I wish I had never opened my dumbass fucking mouth. Shit…well here goes.

"Two weeks ago-" I paused. Shit. I sucked in a deep breath of air. "Two weeks ago I swallowed a shitload of pills. I was going to kill myself. It would've worked too, if Mikey didn't find me. I got rushed to the hospital and had my stomach pumped. While I was there the nurses and doctors examined my body and scars and multiple gashes on my arms and legs. They also found fresh stab wounds."

He gasped, his eyes were wide with the shock from the words that had just escaped my mouth. Tears were already leaking down his cheeks. "Who stabbed you, Gee?"

I smiled sadly, feeling my own tears streaming down my cheeks. "I did, Frankie. I stabbed myself."

The look on his face was of pure shock and horror. "Why would you do that Gee? How could you? I mean, wouldn't it have-" he stopped speaking. I knew what he was talking about. Wouldn't it have killed me? Well it was supposed to, that combined with the pills I swallowed.

I nodded weakly, causing him to gasp again.

"You were meaning to then?" he asked after a second of silence.

"I was hoping that the gashes and stab wounds mixed with the pills I took would kill me. I wasn't a very happy guy a couple weeks ago. Well, I'm still not. The thought of suicide has crossed my mind a lot since then."

He was sobbing when he pulled me into the hug that must have lasted for several minutes. Soon enough I even began sobbing, so we just sat there comforting each other. It seemed like whenever I was almost stopped crying his crying would make me start to sob again. My Frankie didn't need to cry, this was my problem.

"Shh, Frankie, it's okay. I'm okay. Look at me," I forced him to face me. "I'm okay, I'm okay. I'll be okay." It seemed that none of my reassurances were proving helpful. No matter how many times I told him it would be okay, he didn't believe me. He kept crying and sobbing and weeping, which made me cry and shake with sadness and guilt. His eyes were red and swollen, which must have been the exact mirror image of mine.

He just shook his head. "For some reason I don't believe that you're okay Gee."

I shrugged. "We'll just have to see."

He nodded, then pulled his lips to mine. The kiss was gentle full of emotion. It was sad, but it showed that he cared.

See, he cares.

After a few moments he pulled away and put his forehead against mine. "Yeah, we'll just have to see."

We stayed there for what must have been hours, lightly crying this time. I was the first to break the silence.

"So it's my turn now."

He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. "For what?"

I smiled weakly. "To ask questions."

His face hardened. This was going to be a touchy subject then.

"Oh," was all he said before he stared sobbing again.