Gerard P.O.V

I rocked him until he had calmed down, there was no doubt that his nightmare was because of me. I could smell the blood on my clothes, even though I was careful not to spill any over me. At least I wasn't hungry anymore- Frank wasn't in any danger.

"Do you want to go for a walk? It'll help take your mind off it." I suggested, wanting to get him out of my house. Not in an I-don't-want-you way; I didn't want him to figure out what I was- just yet. I was biding my time.
He nodded, I pulled away from him. He stood up slowly, waiting for me by the door. I changed my t-shirt, tossing it into the corner of the room for Mikey to find later.

As we were walking, I felt his hand grab mine. I smiled, squeezing him back.
He kicked rocks, sending each one hurtling into the distance.

"Gerard?" He asked, continuing to kick rocks ahead of us.

"Frankie."

"How did you know that you were gay?" He looked up at me, a cute little twinkle in his eyes. I smiled, although my path to realising who I was was a long and painful one. I couldn't tell him that I had been in both world wars- that would give myself away. I couldn't tell him that I had been shoved into an asylum, not by fault of my own, to then be coerced into aversion therapy- which definitely hadn't proved to be useful.

"I've always known. I wasn't like the other kids, playing with toys typically given to boys- for me it was dolls. I adored them, I remember telling my mother that I couldn't wait to be like her- and then she told me to shut up and play like Mikey. That hurt me, and then I realised that boys couldn't have babies. So naturally I was upset, but I told myself to suck it up and move on with my life,"
"Then, came the time for high school. At first I didn't think that I was interested in anybody, nobody at all. My younger-years pretty much dwelled on that. And then, came this really hot guy. He had long hair, and this jawline that could slice through anything. That's when it clicked in my mind- I was attracted to him. Not in the harmless 'guy-crush' way, in the 'I really want to see him naked' guy-crush way. But, not everybody around me could accept that, and that's why we move around a lot. My demons always have a way of finding me."

By demons; I meant my thirst. Mikey knew how to control himself, but I couldn't. I was like a feral animal when I didn't feed myself. It was an awful feeling, and usually something awful for poor Mikey to watch.

"So, this guy-crush, was he hotter than me?" Frank joked, jabbing me in the side with his elbow.

"Shut up, I was little." I pouted.
My first guy-crush was a true story, I had met him in the army. He had little to no interest in me, but as soon as he was in danger it was always me to his rescue. He was an idiot, he knew that I loved him, and he knew that I would do anything for him. That was until he walked straight into the path of poisonous gas, and I couldn't find him. He died. Alone...
I shuddered, Frank jabbed me in the side again.

"Anyway, enough about me. Tell me your story Frankie." I winked at him, hip-bouncing him, he staggered and almost fell.

"Oh god, is there even a place to start?" He chuckled, pulling his cheeks so that his face was flat. I laughed.

"Well, my parents separated when I was really little, so we moved away. My mom met that asshat of a husband of hers, and he's literally the biggest waste of space. I feel like my mom doesn't accept me for who I am, it's most likely that she feels like this is my 'little phase'- as an act of rebellion, and she always tries to spend time with me. It's like she hopes that if she gives me female attention, I'll have this sort of epiphany and declare my love for the female anatomy." By the end of his little anecdote he was laughing uncontrollably. His mother sounded- was, an absolute idiot. She needed to wake up and realise that her son didn't love the gender that he was supposed to love- by the law of the land.
At least Elena and Mikey were a lot more understanding, and as a little inside joke, Mikey has been trying to set me up with guys that he finds.

"Oh how it is fun to rebel against society." I joked. He pushed me again, I pushed him back. I grabbed hold of his arm, pulling him into my chest. He sniggered, rubbing his head against me like a little kitten. I kissed the top of his head- he was mine, and I wouldn't allow anybody to take him away from me. Even if it meant that I would be disposing of a body. Especially Max, I didn't mind getting rid of him anytime soon.
But, my motto was that if anybody came between us, or even tried to hurt my Frankie, then I'd hurt them too. In a way that meant that they couldn't come back to haunt me.
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Song Of The Chapter- Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day

A.N
So, the first chapter of this story has gained 101 reads- and idk if that's a milestone for anybody else, but for me ITS PRETTY FRICKING HUGE!! I love that people are interested in my story, and it gives me a lot of self esteem. I would've posted this yesterday, but it was my Dad's birthday and I had to be sociable. But! Don't forget to vote and comment because it helps me out a lot (: