I'm so sorry that I haven't uploaded recently on this or the death note fan fic! Obviously it's been christmas and I've had some computer issues. But got a new laptop so should be uploading at a regular schedule (Wednesdays I think for this story.) But yeah I'm sorry to anyone who was actualy enjoying this. Forgive me and enjoy! HELena_WAYieRO

Franks p.o.v

Whilst I was halfway through telling Gerard some good places in town he quickly changed the topic of conversation.

"Frank can I ask you something personal?"

"Um yeah sure. What is it Gee?" I was nervous.

"Well, umm, like, do you, no. Um,"

"Spit it out."

"Well, oh my god, um like do you like think it's weird?"

"What?"

"Just I mean like why do we always assume people like the opposite sex. Like when friends are getting to know each other as well as say 'What's your favourite colour' why can't it be normal to like also say 'So hey what type of people you in to?' You know?" Wow that was deep and a really good point actually. Hang on, is Gee trying to tell me something?

"Well, uh, malva and men. How about you Gerard?"

"Oh, um, red and black and uh men…"

I was stunned and the expression on my face must've shown it as well. He seemed to go really awkward but my thoughts were now wildly racing. Oh my god this is amazing. I could actually date him now. Oh yes yes yes yes yes! Thinking of all the elaborate scenes of how we could start dating. Wait did that mean the hug in the park meant something? Was both our faces moving? Would we have kissed?! Oh my god I wanted to be with him now so bad. Oh my GAWD! Thank god he couldn't see in my head; I mean my thoughts of him had changed because I actually finally stood a chance.

He began to laugh and I shut my mouth.

"Oh sorry Gee I didn't mean to act that way I was just thinking."

"Oh no it's ok. But I do have to go soon because I got to get to work."

"Oh yeah, course you told me you worked in the comic store right?"

"Yes."

"Well maybe I'll pop in sometime."

"That'd be awesome. Bye."

"See ya." And he left the coffee shop and off to work. I was so happy I didn't even care that night when my mom came stumbling through the door breaking stuff. I didn't even care when she attacked me when coming upstairs after getting in. I was so caught up in this love struck Gerard spell I had fallen in to, that I didn't even care when I was beaten up at school but I did care when they touched Gerard. I would stop them from hurting him and he would protect me too. But eventually we were beat up together. But we were beat up together.

Gerard's p.o.v

It had been over a week now since I had met Frank and we were best friends but still not dating. I could hear his thoughts and he wouldn't stop thinking of me. When they hit him, he would cry for me in his head. He was happier when we were beat up together and as far as I know, sleeping on his roof and always hanging out with him, he wasn't cutting. It was horrible when I could see Franks mum enter the house drunk. I could hear the screams and breaking and could see what was happening through Franks mind. But somehow in all of it he still thought of me. The only time I wasn't with him was when I went to work. But he did keep his promise and visit quite regularly.

"So how many guys have you ever dated Gee?" We were in the coffee shop that had become our place.

"Uh two-ish. You?"

"None. Done anything with them?"

"Well one was quite a serious relationship so yeah with him but not the other guy. Why, you curious?" I loved teasing him.

"Oh fuck off Gee. Yes." I laughed out loud and got a couple glances but didn't care.

"Yeah whatever. Keep talking Frankie." We teased each other like this regularly but I knew he was being serious. And so was I but we still hadn't admitted ourselves to each other. It was stupid really. But I knew it was up to me as he honestly didn't believe I would like him.

"Hey Gerard?"

"Yeah?" He was being very quiet, I was worried.

"If you're really up for it and you listen closely, we can go to my house if you want…"I was gobsmacked.

"Course what is it you have to say?"

"Look I told you about my mum, well because of her my house is a bit of a state. As in broken glass, vomit, blood alcohol and other stuff that to be honest I can't even identify everywhere and… And that's why you couldn't come before but you really are my best friend, so you know, if you want to." He looked up and looked almost sad.

"Right then let's go." I grabbed his hand and dragged him up and out of the coffee shop. He caught up to me and so I let go of his hand. I didn't even need to go in to his head to know he would be anxious right now.

"Hey look, It'll be ok I won't judge and it'll be fine. Thank you for letting me come over." And I smiled at him confidently and reassuringly. He returned the smile and nodded.

Franks p.o.v

We made it to my house without much conversation. I stopped at the end of my path and started hyperventilating. This was a bad idea. I should've never let him even come to the house. If I liked him, showing him this place was a terrible idea. But then again I had warned him and he was cool. He had made it to the door and turned to me smiling.

"Come on Frank. It'll all be ok. we can go straight to your room if thats better or ok?"He held out his hand for me to hold it. I breathed in deeply and stepped towards him and took his hand in mine. When I took out my keys and placed them in to the door lock my hands were shaking.

"It's okay Frank." I looked at him and he smiled and squeezed my hand. I pushed open the door and it looked worse than ever. I became frozen to the spot, appalled that Gerard was viewing this as where I lived. But he just confidently stepped through the door dragging me with him.

"This isn't as bad as you made it seem." I searched his face for sarcasm but he seemed genuine.

"Really?"

"Yeah. So your room?"

"Alright come on."

I dragged him to my room and he dodged most of the stuff on the floor quite well. When we got in my room his eyes seemed to light up as he looked around at my posters. I already knew we liked the same bands and his gaze raced around my room. He stared at Pansy for a while then got to my desk. He ran towards it and grabbed a random CD and paused before pressing it in. I knew he was looking at the blood coloured tissues and probably could see my razor. I felt guilty because he had seen it and was preparing what to say when he questioned me about it. 'I get nose bleeds.' for the tissues. 'It's the pattern.' for the floor. But no way could I explain the blade in any other way. I was anticipating being questioned and clenched my eyes tight. But instead of questions the misfits began blaring out of my speakers.

He sat down on my bed as I opened my eyes.

"I like your room." He said and smiled. I sat beside him on the bed and he turned to look at me. I mirrored his actions and he crooked his head.

"You play it." He tipped his head towards pansy.

"Yeah a little."

"Can I hear?"

"Only if I can see your sketchbook." He sighed and looked down. I could tell he was considering it.

"Alright then." He got up and walked to his bag, pulling the infamous sketchbook out... He jumped back on to the bed and placed it in front of me. I reached out my hand to grab it and he snatched it back.

"You first." He said stubbornly. I sighed and tracked across my room to pansy. I picked her up and experimented with her until I naturally began with a song I had come up with. I played for about 5 minutes until I brought it to an end and looked over to him. His eyes were shut and he seemed peaceful. Pansy was put on the ground and I returned to Gerard who had opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"That was beautiful Frankie."

"Hey, book." I pointed to it and he sighed.

"OK here." He handed it over and I held it gently. It felt extremely important. I turned the pages delicately and was astounded. There were lots of angel based sketches and a few others. They were all at amazing quality. A couple of times I looked up at him and he was biting his nails nervously and staring intently at me with big round eyes. I loved them all and couldn't help smiling. Soon I got to the one I had seen before. He had edited it and it was clear it was of me. I loved it and was touched. A part of me thought it meant it might have a crush on me aswell but I brushed that aside quickly. I reached the end and gently passed the book back.

"How were they? Did you think they were good?" I hugged him tight laughing.

"I love them Gee!"

"Oh my god thank you. And I love your guitar playing you're amazing."

"I particularly liked the one of me by the way." I whispered quietly in his ear and chuckled. We moved apart slowly and it was the same as in the park before. We were getting so close that our breath was merging again.

"Gerard?" FUCK SAKE WHY DID I HAVE TO SPEAK!?

"Yeah Frank?"

"You wanna watch a film."

"Yeah, that'd be cool." I moved back away from him and walked to my DVD's. I picked one I knew Gerard would like and put it on to play. He layed back on my bed and I went and laid beside him. Half an hour in to the film I felt my eyes begin to droop and soon I was deep in sleep.