Frank's p.o.v

I definitely wouldn't say I had a crush on him. I just thought he was cute like a lot of the other girls were thinking. And that's normal to think if you're attracted to that sex then you can agree someone's cute without crushing on them. Why was I thinking this over so much? He sat beside me drawing on a different sketch than the one I saw and I had a feeling it had something to do with me seeing it. Probably not though as there was no question he would be straight, looking like that... I had to quickly stop my eyes from the wandering the path they were on over Gerard's body. I could never deny how genuinely amazing he looked. He was like an angel.

He stopped sketching for a second and froze. I looked away before he saw me staring at him. Our maths teacher was rambling on about some pythagaroms theory or something. Me and Gerard both agreed about how we hated maths and I liked that. I could feel instantly that we could be really close friends and I hoped we would be good friends. I just hope he won't go like everyone else.

Maths eventually finished and me and Gerard legged it out the door. We joked about a bit about our stupid maths teacher and just aimlessly walked around the courtyard. I saw Bert and the others giving funny looks but their looks changed when they saw Gerard walking beside me smiling. His smile was infections and I couldn't stop the stupid grin spreading across my face.

"Hey Gerard?"

"Yeah Frank?"

"Want to bunk today?"

"Sure what you want to do?"

"I don't know, Park?"

"Yeah sure cool." So we walked straight through the open gates and headed for the park a few blocks away.

Gerard's p.o.v

I think me and Frank were friends now. I liked him, a lot. And he was so cute, constantly debating in his head whether he had a crush on me or not. I definitely had one on him. But I was a lot surer of my emotions than humans and could know quicker. I was constantly analysing each feature on his person every time he wasn't looking. And I obviously knew each time I looked away he was doing the same. He wouldn't know I was but he suspected it so I tried to stop but it was hard. I was constantly learning so much about him but it never really helped with the fact that some things, and they don't realise it, humans can lock away and I can't see or hear about it. Most of these things were secrets and such but with frank I could hardly ever find anything about his body. I know that's strange that I'm looking but as I said I know I want to be with frank and having a crush, I can't resist my urges.

I knew things like his mum the abusive alchy, his dad and the murder, his group of 'friends' and the events this morning, the now healing wounds on his head and the events that scar him both physically and emotionally. I had already decided on my new sleeping arrangements as I will make it my commitment to protect frank. I guess I really am a guardian angel after all, just without my wings…

It was Frank's idea to bunk and I was quite fond of it seeing as I really wasn't up for P.E and DEFINITELY wasn't up to my still fresh wounds being visible to these people. We were going to the park and on the way Frank was asking me questions about myself. He asked regular things you ask when you meet a new person, Parents, big events from throughout your life, last school, hopes, aspirations. I asked some questions too as to be normal even though I already knew all the answers. He didn't ever lie either. But then again I didn't ask too many extremely personal questions so I don't know why he would lie. But the questions I did ask were ones I knew would give us stuff in common like about bands as I knew we both like the misfits and bands similar.

When we got to the park we just goofed around a bit and bonded in to friends. He had definitely said we were proper friends now and made a joked about no going back now. I was so happy to have already met frank. Every time he laughed it burned in my heart. And every time he got all embarrassed it was the cutest. And every time he felt down because his mum or dad or friends were mentioned, it was agony not to full on hug him till he broke. I mean after all he is so small. But I could already see he was strong for his height as he threw heavy stones and pushed things strong for a human of his height. The way I pretended to throw stuff, meant he thought he was stronger than me and he got this huge grin and all giddy in his head about it.

I suggested going back to his house at one point and it didn't go down to well.

"Hey Frank this is getting old. We've been here for 2 hours. Anywhere else?"

"I don't know where else."

"Why not like just back to your house or something? Then we could like eat and everything."

"No Gerard." His voice turned stern and cold. So I got up to stand next to him. I knew what he was scared of and luckily he had already mentioned his mum to me so I didn't have to pretend this time.

"Hey don't worry about your mum. I don't care if she acts in anyway and if she touches you I'll stop her." I smiled placing a hand on his shoulder. He shook it off angrily as a mental image of his house came to his head. Obviously I wasn't supposed to see it but I could understand now more why he didn't want me there. It was horrible. Glass and mess and blood and rubbish and sick and crap and everything. I tried not to stumble back at how it had shocked me because Frank couldn't know I had seen it. He turned to look me straight in the eye.

"No Gerard. And besides why not your house?"

"I told you Frank I was kicked out a few months ago."

"Yeah but you said you were living with your brother Mikey." It's true that I had told him this as I knew it wouldn't have been a good idea to say I was living on the streets. Truth is, Mikey ran away a couple of years ago.

"We can't go there."

"Why not?"

"I can't explain that."

"So you expect me to let you in my house but you know the reason why I can't. But you won't let me see where you live and won't even give me a reason?" He was incredibly mad. I looked down and sighed. I should have never brought this up.

"I'm sorry Frank. Let's just go for a walk or something."

"No. Do you know what, fuck you Gerard. You're not that great at being a friend if you just have double standards all the time and are inconsiderate of why you can't come to my house!" He put his hood up and turned out the park.

"Frank! Wait, I'm sorry!" I shouted after him.

"No leave me alone from now on." And he turned the corner and was gone.

Frank's p.o.v

I went straight home making sure Gerard didn't try to follow me. At every corner I'd turn and look, but nothing was there. I still felt as if I was being followed but worked to ignore my paranoia. My hood was up and my head was down. I felt a tear drip down my face and wiped it away. Soon I was home and I opened the door to my crappy ass house. My mum had gone and I was luckily alone. I walked up the stairs to the only place in this house I actually called home. As the door to my room was opened I realised the tears I was holding back. I felt as if I had been so horrible to Gerard but I couldn't let him see my house like this and I was annoyed at how he acted. But I really liked him and I knew it.

I lied on my bed crying for a while until I had calmed down. What had my life become? I had lost the only friends I had, the guy who I really liked, I was seventeen and a druggie, I had shit grades and my mother hated me. Was there a point to my life anymore? Other than my blade…