Gerard P.O.V

I held his arm tightly, as we wandered into the darkness to find wood for a small fire. I was pleasantly surprised that he had begun to cry- they were tears of happiness, and I was happy that he was so in love with me. I was more in love with him than I could describe, and I never wanted it to end. I used my old lighter, which my father had given me; in the hopes that I would take up smoking just like him, using it to light our way in the darkness. The crunch of the small twigs beneath our feet were too satisfying, Frank was quiet. He was probably tired, but I wanted to watch the stars with him a little more- even if it meant watching them with him sleeping next to me. I felt like a child again, I couldn't help laughing.

"What're you laughing at?" Frank quizzed, I stopped to turn and face him. The small Fire from the lighter illuminated his cute little face, he was smiling at me.

"You know, I haven't had this much fun in a long long time." I admitted, turning back around to drag him through the dark woods. We eventually came to a dead-looking tree, I began to snap twigs off. Frank allowed me to lay some across his outstretched arms; I made sure that he had the smallest ones.
Eventually we trudged back to our tent, Frank dropping the twigs down in front of him. He stretched his hands with a yawn, his t-shirt riding up his stomach a little. I smiled, dropping mine down. I sat down, legs crossed, tongue out as I concentrated. I piled them up, forming a little teepee in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Frank was watching me, his arms crossed. I took my lighter from out of my pocket, tongue still out, watching as the small fire went up in flames. I smiled, proud of myself as I stood.

He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I smiled, stroking his skin with the backs of my thumbs. My mind couldn't stop mentioning how much I loved him. We sat down behind the fire, me staring up at the sky. It was beautiful. It reminded me of the trips that my dad made with Mikey and I. Mikey, I thought, I need to talk to him. If Frank was going to become a huge part of my life- which there was no doubt about- then he would have to know. My parents would have to know. I'm sure they would accept me, they must have known that there was something different about me. I was nothing like Mikey, I never had been like him at all.

"How would you feel about meeting my family?" I asked on a whim, not totally hearing what I was saying. But it was no mistake, I had already decided on accepting any answer that he would give me.

"Are you sure that they'll be okay with- you know, us?" He asked, I looked down at him. He was staring up at me, he had been doing for a while. There was fear in those pretty hazel eyes, that I didn't like.

"Frankie, baby, they've known that there was something different about me since when I was younger. I've never been like my brother- even when I tried." I admired, pulling faces at him. He looked at the scene in front of us, as though he was a little at peace.

"I don't think that you've mentioned your brother before. Is he nice?" Frank asked, his eyes flicking from the numerous small buildings in front of us, large skyscrapers in the far distance.

"Uh, in a heterosexual way- yes. He's a lovely guy. Caring, compassionate, a potential family man. But in our way, no. He doesn't understand that homosexuality isn't a disease." I sighed, remembering when he had attacked me outside our parents' house. I frowned, remembering how emotionally hurt I was feeling. I wanted to hit him, Lord knows that I wanted to hit him. But I couldn't. He didn't understand. He wasn't in my situation. He was in his own.

"That's how my family was like- well, what I expected them to be like." He said quietly, he had rested his head on his hands, I put an arm over him, hand grazing his back every now and again.

"The media has the power to change the mentality of most. Mikey just doesn't know how to think for himself- yet. It'll take time, I understand that. I just want my brother back." I said, my bottom lip threatening to tremble. No, I told myself in a threatening tone, you will not cry. You are not weak, you are strong. You understand who you are- finally! I regulating my breathing, finding comfort in Frank's presence. He reminded me that I didn't need to remember the sad time and the loneliness. He would always be there for me- no matter what happened to us.

"He'll come around. Eventually." Frank assured me, patting my leg affectionately. I smiled, staring into the fire. I watched as the orange and blue flames danced with each other, like newlyweds during their first dance.

One day I hoped that Frank and I could have our first dance together. Both surrounded by our families; and a family of our own.
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Song Of The Chapter- Spelunking by Laura Veirs

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