Frank P.O.V

I shook the water out of my hair like a dog, Gerard chuckling, covering his face. He was smiling; he was so beautiful. My clothes were becoming incredibly soggy from the pouring rain, yet I didn't care. We were basking in each other's happiness.
It felt like some sort of surreal scene from a cliché romance movie, where the lovers spin around and kiss each other in the downpour. But this was totally different, Gerard would never kiss me. He most definitely didn't feel the same way as I did, and I knew that I couldn't change his mind. You can't change somebody's sexuality with the click of a finger- however much I wished that I had that power.
I laid back on the rock, dangling my head over the edge, watching the droplets fall into the darkened abyss below me. Gerard was watching me intently, I could felt his gaze bearing into my skin.

"Stop staring at me." I laughed, kicking my foot in his direction. He didn't apologise, he just continued to stare. I sat up, thinking that something was wrong, that I had said something that had offended him.

"I can't help myself." He admitted freely. I was confused- surely he didn't feel the same way about me that I felt about him? It simply wasn't meant to be, I had already accepted that; he was messing with me.

"In not that wonderful to look at." I laughed nervously, unsure of exactly how to act. His actions were trying to tell me something, but I couldn't quite decipher the message. I smiled, pushing my hair from out of my eyes so that I could see him more clearly.

"Stop being so negative towards yourself, I don't like it." He scratched his arm, pulling his legs to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. I frowned, my eyes squinting. I was beginning to get more and more confused as the moments passed. What was he trying to say?

"It's my safety blanket I guess, I've never really been highly regarded in people's thoughts- given the circumstance." I said cooly. My hands were acting on their own accord, picking up small rocks and arranging them in neat circles in front of me. A nervous reaction.
Shuffling on the spot, he sat on his legs, leaning in closer to me. He began picking up rocks, just like me. Our hands accidentally brushed together from time to time; his were so cold and unloving. His face told a different story entirely; kind and caring.

"You shouldn't care what people think, about you. I don't care. I like you." He frowned, placing more small stones in front of us. What did he mean by like? Was it in the way that I hoped for? Or was it in the friend way; the way that made me want to curl up in a ball and cry for a while.

"I can't help it, I'm not used to being loved, or liked. I've never really been accepted, you know?" I looked up from our small pile of stones, our eyes finally meeting.

"You need a man that'll treat you right. Somebody to love you no matter what you do, or whatever bad mood that you're in." His words were becoming more and more heartfelt, and I was becoming more and more emotionally attached to him.

"Probably not." I dropped my head down, denying his attempts at trying to make me feel appreciated. It was difficult for me to do.

"I'm serious, Frank." He lifted my head up, his cold touch sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. I held his hand to my face, my crossed legs forming a barrier between any affection between us. It was better that way.
"I'm serious." He said again, making sure that my attention span was still totally fixed on him. His gentle words were bringing me out of my comfort zone, a place that I hadn't been able to establish for many years.

"You deserve more than the hate that you're given, the names that you get called, and your mother who's scared to call you her son out in public. I know that she's scared, I saw it in her eyes as soon as she opened the door." He frowned, he did understand. She was afraid to accept me as her child in front of others; a two-faced liar that I was forced to love, and she forced to love me. It hurt, but I was glad that somebody knew. And that somebody was Gerard.
I blushed, contrasting from the ever-growing paleness of his palms. He smiled, finding my biggest insecurity one of my redeeming features.

"So you're- you know?" I asked, blushing even more from the question that I had already had a huge clue towards.

"Yes, yes I am. I have been for as long as I can remember, and that's why I know how you feel. Trust me, I've moved plenty of times because of it." He was showing that strong-willed side of him that I had grown to love in the short days of us knowing each other.

"Why didn't you tell me? I mean, it's not like I'm going to judge." I asked curiously, an over-excited feeling sweeping over my entire body.

"I had to know that I could gain your trust, and that I could trust you."
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Song Of The Chapter- Vampires Will Never Hurt You by My Chemical Romance

A.N
So, the reason why I've not updated is because there is a lot of drama in my life atm, and I've now decided that friends suck and cats are better (: such a promising future I have in store xD and I hope to update more this week because I have exams for two weeks -_- hope you enjoyed the chapter