Frank P.O.V

I had sat on the couch, staring at the floor. She had already begun to make me feel ashamed of something that I hadn't done. She sat across from me, she had perched herself on the coffee table.

"Frankie, you didn't go to school today. You know that's not good behaviour." She said in that patronising voice that I had grown up to loathe. I rolled my eyes, stretching the skin on my face with my fingers.

"And I don't like that boy that you were with. He seems odd, and he's a bad influence on you. I bet that it was his decision, wasn't it?" She added, her hand moving to stroke my cheek. I jerked my head back so that she couldn't touch me; I didn't want her to. She looked sad, sad that her own son didn't want her loving embrace.

"No, it was my idea. And do you know what, mom? I've never, ever, been happier in my entire life. I smiled, for the first time in a long time. I had fun." My words were dribbling from my mouth in loud, angry clumps. She was taken aback by the fact that I could finally justify a rash decision.
"He understands me, and I know that I can trust him. He's exactly like me."

"What, so he's, you know?" She grimaced, her hands wringing themselves on her lap.

"Yes mother, he's gay. Like your son. Your only son." I stood up angrily, leaving the room. I needed to calm down- before I did anything stupid. Although, I knew in my mind that if I did so, it would give me a reason to be with Gerard.
I hurried up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door shut. I slid down the frame, hands covering my face. I wanted to drink, to take my anger away. But I knew that I had to control myself, not for me- but for Gerard.
In a matter of minutes I knew that she'd call my stepfather, he'd try and talk to me about the situation. He would be drunk, and he wouldn't understand a word that I'd utter.

Opening the window the fresh, damp air breathed relief onto my face. I sat by the window, admiring the barely visible sunset above the treetops. A dark shadow shifted in my peripheral vision, I froze, eyes slowly following it as it paced back and forth beneath my window. I wanted to shout at them, to ask them what the fuck they were doing in my backyard. Then I realised, from the black combat boots, that it was Gerard. I was confused, what was he doing?

"Gerard?" I whisper-shouted through cupped hands. He stopped, staring up at me. His grey face immediately re-gained colour, a nervous smile appeared to match.
"What are you doing?" I asked curiously, resting my elbows on the windowsill, head balanced on my closed fists.

"I got worried, I could hear what you were saying to yourself- in the back of your mind. I didn't like it Frankie. You know that you can talk to me." He frowned, looking genuinely saddened by my inner thoughts. Wait. How did he know what I was thinking?

"How did you know what I was thinking?" I asked. In the back of my mind, where he had apparently read from, my conscience was screaming. It was telling me that there was something wrong with Gerard, something that nobody should know. Something odd.

"I guess that we have some sort of- connection, or something." He said quickly, hands balled into fists by his sides. He looked at me, as if to say 'please let me in'. I sighed, looking at my bedroom door. There was no doubt in my mind, that my overprotective mother would be nearby, so I couldn't ask him to waltz through the front door.

"My mother, she'll be nearby. She's been on my ass since I walked through that door. I'd invite you in but she'll see you, and probably have you arrested or something." My bottom lip folded over into a pout.

"I'll climb up." He said simply, gesturing for me to move away from the window. I did as I was told, awaiting his arrival. I laid back on my bed, hands behind my head. I didn't hear him struggle, considering that there wasn't a lot to use to climb. I saw his grey hands grip the windowsill, his face soon following. He stood on the edge, not a bead of sweat dripping down his face. He stepped down quietly, stretching his arms.

"So, explain to me why your mother hates me so much." He sat down against the door, possibly forming a barricade between us and his brand new hater.

"She thinks that you're a bad influence on me. And that you're gonna take advantage of me." I chuckled, the accusation was stupid, and was the exact opposite to what Gerard truly meant.

"Wow. If only she knew." He rolled his eyes, drumming his fingers against the floor. I stretched out my legs on the bed, feeling exhausted.

"Don't look." I said, getting up to take my clothes off. I didn't really feel like sleeping in jeans.

"Dude, you've seen me topless, it's only fair." He smiled slyly, winking at me. I scowled at him, he realised that I was serious and covered his eyes. I trusted that he wouldn't peek at my naked body, even though it wasn't anything to be marvelled at. It was covered in scars, some made by my myself, some by ghosts of my bullied past, and others that I couldn't explain. I kept my underwear on, judging by the fact that I wasn't alone. I slipped into bed, covering myself up.
I gave Gerard the 'all clear', and his eyes squinted as they adjusted to the light.

"You really know how to tease a guy." He smiled again, with that alluring wink.
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Song Of The Chaper- .where do we belong? anywhere but here. by Frnkiero and the cellabration

A.N
So, the first of my exams are tomorrow. Non-calculator maths and Religious Life Studies (yay for Christian school.) sadly this means that I'll have less type to write, and more time to worry about passing things -_- don't forget to enjoy the chapters that end up getting put up, and don't forget to vote :3 it helps me a lot