Frank's POV

It was Sunday.

Gerard was currently out drinking coffee with Lindsey, and I was once again sitting in the comfort of the supply closet.

It was pleasing to see that the last note I read was gone. I was just happy that someone was reading them. Some people might have left them alone, assuming that some emo shit was just writing for the sake of writing. But not me, I was writing for a cause.

The cause is actually quite hard to explain, however.

I have a certain hope. My hope is that someone will care enough to come talk to me about my writings. To get to that point, a list of steps needs to be completed.
1: I write the notes.
2: Someone finds them and reads them.
3: They eventually come to me and ask about them.
4: I tell them about the notes and we become close.

So far, the first two steps had already been completed.

Was this a selfish thing to do? Of course it was. Did I care though? Of course I didn't.

In all truth, I was just desperate for someone to actually care about me. Knowing that someone is actually picking up my notes and reading them makes me happy. I didn't have to know who that person was quite yet in order to be joyed.

There was truly only one way you could describe me: a hopeless romantic.

The whole reason I started writing things like this was because I had a whole theory about love going on.

Here's my theory. Basically, when you love someone, you are practically invested in their life. So surely, someone who is invested enough in my life to care about my notes and read them, cares about me at least to some extent. If I ever met this person, I would strive to have a romantic relationship with them. Firstly though, I had to figure out how to go about this.

I am attracted to both boys and girls. I'm bisexual. However, I could only hide my notes in the boys dorms, for obvious reasons. I can't just enter the girls dorms during the day and hide in the closet for multiple hours at a time. What kind of perverted shit would I look like then? So yes, I picked the perfect spot to keep my notes: the supply closet in the guys dorm.

Why a supply closet you might ask? Well, I'm not too sure either. I was just looking for a place that would make the notes easy to find, but specific to remember.

Then I began writing my notes. The first one was a supposed letter addressed to someone named 'Adam.' In reality, Adam could represent any person. I was never talking about anyone I knew in real life, but the name was rather a symbol that could fill in the blank for anyone you wanted it to represent.

After writing the letter, I kept it in the closet. Hopefully, someone would find it. Hopefully, someone would read it. Hopefully, someone would actually try to understand it. Hopefully, someone would take the time to read it over and decipher it. Hopefully, someone would care enough. Thankfully, that all seemed to be happening.

I would keep writing letters for as long as I need to. I've made it my goal to write one every day, and hope that the reader keeps picking them up.

Maybe I would be able to fall in love.

With all these thoughts running through my brain, I picked up my green pen and began writing once again. The tone of the particular poem matched my emotions perfectly.

I want to fall in love
I want to be in control
I don't care if I get hurt
Or if it takes a toll

I want to be able to live
I want to be able to fly
I want to be able to see
I want to be able to try

If it's something I truly wish for
It's something that I should achieve
So if you're feeling the same way
I beg you not to leave

Continue with me on this path
For perhaps ours one day shall meet
And if and when that day comes
Together we'll retreat

We can live out a story
We can run our own plot
Would you like to do that with me?
Because I'd like that a lot.

xofrnk

I knew I was cheesy as shit, but thinking about the concept of love truly made me feel this way. I know life isn't a fucking story, but I'd sure like to make mine a romance. I just had to find the other main character, and this is exactly how I intended on doing so.

I folded up the piece of paper I had in my hand, and put it on the ground. I put the green pen back in my pocket and started walking out of the closet.

I walked towards me and Gerard's dorm. I had officially moved in by now. I had my own bed and my own dresser too. I also had a key, so I was able to enter the dorm even when Gerard wasn't there.

When I walked into the room, I sort of just flopped right onto my bed. I was feeling really unmotivated today, besides the whole 'love' thing I spent awhile thinking about.

I found myself staring up at the ceiling and thinking about numerous things. Somehow my mind ended up thinking about Gerard. He was a very interesting guy after all.

He didn't seem to have many close friends. He occasionally talked to Jimmy and Ray, but that was mostly the extent of it. The only close friend I had really seen him with was Lindsey, and I knew they talked very often.

Sometimes I began to wonder if Lindsey and Gerard were more than friends.

They just seemed extremely close. They hung out together pretty much every day, and whenever they said goodbye, they gave each other hugs. Sure, it could have just been a very close friendship, but for some reason my mind made it out to be more than that.

I also didn't understand why I was thinking about Gerard this much. Of course he was interesting, but I shouldn't be concerned with his love life. He's allowed to do whatever the hell he wants.

After all, Lindsey was a nice girl. If she made Gerard happy, then so be it.

I heard a slight twist on the door and looked over to see Gerard walking into the room. He smiled at me as he entered, and I smiled back. "Hi Gee." I had recently started using the term 'Gee.' Ever since Gerard confirmed that we were friends, it felt fitting.

"Hi Frankie." On the same note, he also began calling me Frankie.

"Did you have a nice time with Lindsey?"

"Same as always I guess, so yeah. Have you been in here the whole time?" I thought for a second. I guess I could tell Gerard the truth without telling him exactly what I've been doing.

"Oh, you know. I've been in and out. Walking around I guess." That seemed like a good enough answer to me.

"Been writing anything lately?"

Once again, I had to dodge the direct answer to that question. "Not much. I guess I haven't been too inspired as of recently." Gerard nodded and didn't question it any further. "By the way, what time is it?"

"It's currently..." Gerard looked down at his watch, "11:35a.m." I nodded and got up off the bed.

"I'll be right back," I said before grabbing my pills and heading towards the bathroom. I had to take medication for my anxiety everyday at noon. Mental illness sucks, but I guess you just have to deal with it sometimes.

Obviously it's not as simple as just 'dealing with it,' but you catch my drift.

The guys kept a stack of cups on the bathroom sinks for things like brushing your teeth and taking pills. It was actually rather convenient. In the dorms that I previously stayed in, no one had ever bothered to do something like that.

I grabbed a small cup and filled it halfway up with water. I popped a pill into my mouth and took a swig of the water, swallowing the pill.

Afterwards, I walked back to the room and put the pills back into my dresser. Gerard was working at his desk, so I discreetly took a peak at what he was drawing when I walked behind him.

I didn't look at it for too long, but I could definitely see some of the details. It seemed to be a character of some sort, because he had drawn out a body. There were also a few noticeable things in the background. There was a tree, which I recognized as the one from the courtyard. Next to the tree was the setting sun. Or at least, that's what I assumed it was supposed to be.

Living in a dorm with Gerard was already much better that my previous dorm experiences. Gerard was much quieter, and he was an artist for starters so that helped with the quiet factor too. There would be a lot of times where I had to go to another room to sleep when Axl stayed up at night to practice. I always told him to go to a practice room during the day to do that, but he never listened of course.

Anyway, I think I'm going to enjoy it in this dorm.

Authors note: Alright that was the first chapter set in a different POV. What do you think? Also, sorry if it was too short for your liking. This chapter was mainly to disclose the reasoning behind some of Frank's actions. For example, why he writes notes in the supply closet. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter should be longer.