Frank and I sat at a little table. It was in a restaurant that was on the water. The table was on a deck, looking over the calm waters. It was romantic as the sun began to set. There were lights strung up and candles all over. Music played softly over the speakers as people talked in hushed voices. A little bouquet of roses were in the middle of the table, adding to the romantic aura.

Frank was wearing a cute little button up shirt with a dark blue sweater over it. His hair was starting to grow out even more now. I was wearing a button up and his varsity jacket over it. My hair was freshly washed, even.

"This is a really nice place," I said. "Where'd you find it?"

"This is the place where my parents fell in love," he said. "I always thought it was really romantic here and would love to take someone of my own."

"Frank, this place looks a little expensive," I said.

"Don't worry, I'm paying for it, baby," he said.

I smiled at the little pet name, reaching over to hold his hand.

"Would you two like dessert?" The waitress asked as she came over to pick up our empty plates.

Frank looked at me before shaking his head.

"That's okay, can we just get the bill?" He asked.

The waitress nodded and left.

"Thought some dessert might have been a nice romantic way to end the night," I said.

"Well, our ferry doesn't come for another half hour so I thought it would be nice to go to that one little ice cream shack and sit on the pier together while we ate," he said. "Unless you want dessert here, we can still order some."

"No, I think eating ice cream on the pier would be really romantic," I said.

Frank paid for our food and he took my hand. We left the restaurant and walked back down to the pier. It was mostly empty, thankfully. We got ice cream cones and sat on a bench.

"This was actually really nice," he said. "I think I was more nervous than I really should have been. I don't know why I was so nervous, you have been nothing but sweet. Albeit you can be kind of crazy at times. I'm glad to finally find out the reason of why you've been so weird lately."

I smiled, eating my ice cream. We finished up just as the ferry got here. We sat at the top near the back. I sat close to him, resting my head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around my waist. There was a soft breeze and I started falling asleep for a moment.

"So, tell me what's been going on with you," he said.

I picked my head up, looking into his green eyes.

"I don't think you're going to believe me, Frank," I said.

"Try me," he said.

"I am from an alternate reality," I said. "In that world we're both punk and we have a band with Mikey and Ray and we have been dating since middle school. Your parents are divorced and you're not rich but they're so supportive of you. They love you for your little punk, gay self. And we were fighting and...I got hit by a car, or was about to get hit by a car. It's all still a little bit fuzzy. I might be dead. Anyways, I was somehow teleported to this world where you and Mikey are mean jocks and I wore sweaters and Ray is a dad. I just need to get things back to normal so I can travel through the multiverse again to go back to my own home."

Frank sighed, pulling away.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I just thought we could have a nice date without you being drunk," he said. "Just one night."

"I-I'm not drunk, Frank," I said. "I'm being serious, you can ask Ray."

Frank shook his head, scoffing.

"Whatever," he muttered.

"Frank--"

"I just thought some things were finally going to start making sense about you," he interrupted. "And you just spew some crazy story."

I bit my lip. "Okay, I was joking, I was just embarrassed about the real story."

"You don't have to be embarrassed, baby," Frank said, holding both my hands. "I just want the truth."

"Okay, the real story," I said, trying to come up with a quick lie. "I had just had my heart broken by a guy. He really brought me down, made fun of my little christian boy appearance and my sweaters and shit. So, I gave myself a makeover. I know it's supposed to be some badass change but I didn't want you to know I did it just because my heart was broken, that it was over some boy. I didn't want you to think less of me that I would change my appearance because of a boy."

"I would never think less of you," he said. "It's okay that you changed over some boy. Everyone has been through a hard break up before and it can change you. I like the truth a lot more than some silly multiverse story."

I nodded, sighing as I leaned close to him. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath.

"I guess the multiverse was pretty silly," I said. "I mean, it's not even realistic. How would I even end up in an alternate reality just because I got hit by a car?"

Frank kissed my forehead, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"I love you," I whispered.

I looked over and saw Frank bite his lip.

"I'm sorry," I said. "You don't have to say it back or anything. It's probably really soon for me to say that, we've only been together for a couple weeks. You don't have to say anything more."

"I...I do like you," he said. "You make me feel things that I have never felt before."

I gave him a kiss, pulling him close. His hand tangled in my hair as he deepened it.

"Fags," I heard someone mutter.

Frank pulled away quickly, clearing his throat. We got to the harbor and Frank drove us to my house, staying silent the entire way. He walked me up to my door and I pulled him in but he shook his head.

"I should probably get home," he said.

"I thought we were going to hang out here," I said. "You know, for a little bit extra dessert?"

My finger looped into his belt, pulling him closer. I pressed him up against the door but he shook his head.

"I need to go home," he said. "Could I get my jacket back?"

"Y-your jacket?" I asked.

Frank nodded and I handed him back his letterman jacket.

"Can I at least get a good night kiss?" I asked.

Frank scratched the back of his head. "I think I'm coming down with a cold, maybe we can do a little rain check on the kiss."

"Frankie, what's wrong?" I asked. "I thought we had a nice night together."

"Yeah," Frank muttered. "I just need to get back home. I'll see you later."

Frank left and I scowled, going down the street to Ray's house. His mom invited me in and I went up to his room where he was playing guitar.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. "I thought you were on a date with Frank tonight?"

"We were and it went amazing," I said, flopping down onto his bed.

"Okay, then why do you seem so upset?" He asked.

"Because it was going well," I said. "We went to this super romantic restaurant on the pier and we ate ice cream together by the water and on the ferry ride home we bonded and we were kissing and it was so romantic with the nice breeze and everything. And then some idiot called us fags and Frank just shut down. He stopped talking and skipped dessert at my house. He even asked for his varsity jacket back!"

"Frank is still in the closet, this was his first time being open about his sexuality," he said. "He was probably just scared. In this world he's on top of the world. He is a rich, white male on the varsity lacrosse team with multiple girls swooning over him and multiple colleges trying to recruit him. This is the first time he's ever been discriminated against, it's all new to him. He doesn't know how to handle it and he's probably just regressing a little bit out of fear. It's something that he has to get used to, he's still halfway in the closet."

"I guess you're right," I mumbled. "I guess I would be scared too if I was in his shoes. I've gotten used to it but it's usually not too bad. Every now and then one douche might come along and be an ass but people are a lot more accepting nowadays."

"But he's never experienced it. He is new to all of this. You might have started changing him for the better but he's still that scared little boy with the dad who would never accept him for who he is," he said.

"Maybe I pushed him to go on a real date too soon," I said. "We could have stayed home away from dickheads, I don't know why I suggested a date in New York. I could have brought him to my house and made him a nice dinner or something, we could have just done that. What if he blames me for this? What if he doesn't want to be with me anymore?"

"He's probably upset but I think he still really likes you," Ray said.

"I tried to tell him about the multiverse," I said. "He didn't believe me, just thought I was drunk or something. I had to tell some phony story about a break up."

"I'm sorry, man, but it would be hard for anyone to believe that story," he said.

"Is there a way to win Frank back after the date?" I asked.

"Don't go overboard," he said. "Just take things slow, okay? He's already at a fragile state and pushing him too fast could make it worse."