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Gerard's POV
I held Frankie's hand as we made our way to the end of our road.
I was so happy that I was holding his hand. Me, Gerard Way was holding the hand of the hottest boy I have ever seen and that's including Billie Armstrong and Johnny Deep!
I looked at him nervously and hoped to God that I wasn't being too forward, hell, he might not even be gay!
Frank looked at me when I looked at him and I just smiled nervously.
"You have no idea where to go do you?" he asked me as we were reaching the end of the road.
I just nodded sheepishly.
Frankie giggled his cute fucking giggle of his and said "I'd lead the way then."
Still laughing, Frankie pulled me in what I'm guessing was the right direction to the park.
As we rounded another corner I saw the top of the huge fucking slide that stood in the middle of the park.
Next to me, Frank was starting to bounce slightly and his face lit up at the sight of the park.
Inside I squealed at the cuteness of the boy standing next to me. I swear he couldn't get any cuter.
"Race you to the swings," and with that he ran from my grip and headed in the direction of the swing set.
I was wrong, he got cuter.
Once I reached the swing I was out of breath and Frankie was already in full swing mode.
As I collapsed onto the swing - this is what happens when you fucking smoke - Frank had stopped the swing and started laughing uncontrollably.
"Gee, that *gasp* was *gasp* so fucking funny."
"Glad you found that entertaining," I answered while reaching into my pocket for a cigarette.
By the time I lit my smoke, he had stopped laughing.
"So Mikey's a cool guy," ah hell no, he better not have the hots for my brother.
"Yeah he is," I said grinning, because even though I could start getting irritated if he liked my brother, Mikey is still the most awesome guy I know.
"It's really cool that he's still with Alicia and that they're going to make it still work being away 'n' all."
"Yeah, it only takes about half an hour to drive back so that's cool," I smiled, looking at the floor.
Mikey and Alicia's relationship is really something to admire, they're just as strong - if not stronger - than they were last year when they first started dating.
Frankie swiped my smoke from my fingers and inhaled the smoke deeply. I watched him as he exhaled just as deeply as he inhaled and passed it back to me.
"Thanks," I muttered.
"So what about you? Any girlfriend you left behind?" I couldn't control myself, I burst out laughing just as the thought of me, having a girlfriend.
I was still laughing when I looked back at Frankie. His uneasy expression stopped my laughter straight away.
"Sorry Frankie, but, wow. Nah, I don't," and then I told him, just because I'm so confident about my sexuality.
"I'm gay." Frank looked shocked and I prayed to God he wasn't homophobic.
It would be just my luck that I meet a really nice, cute guy and actually get along with him, tell him I'm gay and scare him away.
Shit Gerard! Why do I always do this?
"Okay, well. If you wanna go back, that's cool. I get it,"
"No!" Frank almost shouted. "It's not that I'm homophobic, that would be so hypocritical of me," I cut him off with a question that has been begging to escape my lips since I saw him in his window, "So, err, you're gay?"
Frankie nodded and replied with a huge grin on his face, "Yup."
"Aww, you're so cute," I giggled then stopped. Did I just say that? Way to scare him off. He's probably just gotten used to the fact that he can trust me with the fact that he's gay and then I tell him he's cute. Great.
And now he's fucking blushing.
"So are you Gee," he whispered and now it was my turn to blush, turning a deep crimson color.
Frankie stood up from his swing and pulled me up from my own taking my hands. "I wanna show you something."
Without a single word, I let him lead me towards the back of the back, hand in hand.
We walked for a good ten minutes without saying anything, both comfortable with the silence.
He stopped and I tore my eyes away from looking at our intertwined hands to see we were up by a little hill kinda cliff thing.
We sat down on the ledge, legs dangling down and our hands still clasped tightly.
The view was beautiful. You could hardly find places like this in New Jersey, just peaceful and completely beautiful.
"I go here to think," Frankie started, looking out at the view. "It's beautiful isn't it?"
"Yeah it is Frankie."
The sun was starting to set and Frankie had placed his head on my shoulder. It felt like this moment should've been in a movie, not in my life. Like really? Was this really happening?
"Frank?"
"Yeah?"
And now I was going to be bold, and give into my heart, not my fucking head telling me not to do this, not to make things awkward.
"Would you like to go out with me sometime? Like, erm,"
"A date?" he finished my sentence for me.
"Well. Yes,"
I looked at Frankie who had lifted his head up to look at me, a huge grin on his face.
"I would love to Gerard."
I held Frankie's hand as we made our way to the end of our road.
I was so happy that I was holding his hand. Me, Gerard Way was holding the hand of the hottest boy I have ever seen and that's including Billie Armstrong and Johnny Deep!
I looked at him nervously and hoped to God that I wasn't being too forward, hell, he might not even be gay!
Frank looked at me when I looked at him and I just smiled nervously.
"You have no idea where to go do you?" he asked me as we were reaching the end of the road.
I just nodded sheepishly.
Frankie giggled his cute fucking giggle of his and said "I'd lead the way then."
Still laughing, Frankie pulled me in what I'm guessing was the right direction to the park.
As we rounded another corner I saw the top of the huge fucking slide that stood in the middle of the park.
Next to me, Frank was starting to bounce slightly and his face lit up at the sight of the park.
Inside I squealed at the cuteness of the boy standing next to me. I swear he couldn't get any cuter.
"Race you to the swings," and with that he ran from my grip and headed in the direction of the swing set.
I was wrong, he got cuter.
Once I reached the swing I was out of breath and Frankie was already in full swing mode.
As I collapsed onto the swing - this is what happens when you fucking smoke - Frank had stopped the swing and started laughing uncontrollably.
"Gee, that *gasp* was *gasp* so fucking funny."
"Glad you found that entertaining," I answered while reaching into my pocket for a cigarette.
By the time I lit my smoke, he had stopped laughing.
"So Mikey's a cool guy," ah hell no, he better not have the hots for my brother.
"Yeah he is," I said grinning, because even though I could start getting irritated if he liked my brother, Mikey is still the most awesome guy I know.
"It's really cool that he's still with Alicia and that they're going to make it still work being away 'n' all."
"Yeah, it only takes about half an hour to drive back so that's cool," I smiled, looking at the floor.
Mikey and Alicia's relationship is really something to admire, they're just as strong - if not stronger - than they were last year when they first started dating.
Frankie swiped my smoke from my fingers and inhaled the smoke deeply. I watched him as he exhaled just as deeply as he inhaled and passed it back to me.
"Thanks," I muttered.
"So what about you? Any girlfriend you left behind?" I couldn't control myself, I burst out laughing just as the thought of me, having a girlfriend.
I was still laughing when I looked back at Frankie. His uneasy expression stopped my laughter straight away.
"Sorry Frankie, but, wow. Nah, I don't," and then I told him, just because I'm so confident about my sexuality.
"I'm gay." Frank looked shocked and I prayed to God he wasn't homophobic.
It would be just my luck that I meet a really nice, cute guy and actually get along with him, tell him I'm gay and scare him away.
Shit Gerard! Why do I always do this?
"Okay, well. If you wanna go back, that's cool. I get it,"
"No!" Frank almost shouted. "It's not that I'm homophobic, that would be so hypocritical of me," I cut him off with a question that has been begging to escape my lips since I saw him in his window, "So, err, you're gay?"
Frankie nodded and replied with a huge grin on his face, "Yup."
"Aww, you're so cute," I giggled then stopped. Did I just say that? Way to scare him off. He's probably just gotten used to the fact that he can trust me with the fact that he's gay and then I tell him he's cute. Great.
And now he's fucking blushing.
"So are you Gee," he whispered and now it was my turn to blush, turning a deep crimson color.
Frankie stood up from his swing and pulled me up from my own taking my hands. "I wanna show you something."
Without a single word, I let him lead me towards the back of the back, hand in hand.
We walked for a good ten minutes without saying anything, both comfortable with the silence.
He stopped and I tore my eyes away from looking at our intertwined hands to see we were up by a little hill kinda cliff thing.
We sat down on the ledge, legs dangling down and our hands still clasped tightly.
The view was beautiful. You could hardly find places like this in New Jersey, just peaceful and completely beautiful.
"I go here to think," Frankie started, looking out at the view. "It's beautiful isn't it?"
"Yeah it is Frankie."
The sun was starting to set and Frankie had placed his head on my shoulder. It felt like this moment should've been in a movie, not in my life. Like really? Was this really happening?
"Frank?"
"Yeah?"
And now I was going to be bold, and give into my heart, not my fucking head telling me not to do this, not to make things awkward.
"Would you like to go out with me sometime? Like, erm,"
"A date?" he finished my sentence for me.
"Well. Yes,"
I looked at Frankie who had lifted his head up to look at me, a huge grin on his face.
"I would love to Gerard."
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