I sat in math class, Frank two rows ahead of me. He sat with Jamia and I could hear them talking during work time.

"So, you wanna come over to my place after school?" Jamia asked. "I can wear your jersey and do that thing with my tongue that you like."

Frank glanced back at me before shaking his head.

"You know, I think it's best if we keep things cool between us for a little bit," he said.

"What? Why?" She asked.

"You're my best friend, right?" Frank asked. "If I had a secret you wouldn't tell anyone, right?"

"Right," she said.

Frank pulled her close and whispered in her ear. Jamia looked surprised before smiling softly.

"Really? You are?" She asked and he nodded, not looking up at her. "Frankie, I'm proud of you for discovering yourself."

"You don't think I'm disgusting?" Frank asked.

"No, what kind of person do you think I am?" She asked.

I smiled, doing my work. I sat with Frank at his table at lunch, something I've been doing more often. Mikey wasn't the happiest that Frank and I were friends now. Me and Frank shared out lunch. He gave me half his peanut butter and jelly sandwich and I gave him my orange slice cup in return. Jamia watched the interaction before smiling.

After lunch I went to my locker where Jamia met up with me. She smiled, leaning against the locker as she chewed her gum.

"So, you and Frank have been spending a lot of time together recently," she remarked. "And Frank told me a nice little secret today."

"Sounds cool," I said. "Maybe you should keep it to yourself."

"Of course I am," she said. "But I have a feeling that you already know the secret."

"Probably not," I said. "We aren't that close."

"You know, it's tradition for the girlfriend--or partner--of varsity players to wear their letterman jackets the day before a game," she said. "Frank has always wanted someone to wear his jacket."

"Sounds cool," I said.

"Maybe you can wear his jacket," She said.

"Would be cool but we're not a couple," I said. "Besides, Frank is straight."

She smiled, narrowing her eyes.

"Okay, I'll let you win this one," she said. "But I'm going to be keeping my eye on you, Way."

She left and I let out a small sigh. Me and Frank went over to his house after school, going up to his room.

"Jamia is suspicious of us," I said. "I'm glad that you told her, though. Does it feel nice now that you've come out to someone?"

"It does, actually," he said.

I picked up his letterman jacket and put it on. Frank smiled and came over, pressing me up against the wall.

"You look good in this," he muttered.

I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. We moved to the bed, kissing softly.

Frank smiled down at me, brushing the hair out of my eyes. He turned on the tv, the two of us cuddled together as we watched.

"You know what would be fun?" I asked and he looked at me curiously. "If we stole some booze from your parents. I bet they have the really expensive, good shit."

"I don't know," he muttered.

"Come on, it'll be fun," I said.

I went downstairs as Frank followed. I found their liquor cabinet and poured myself a drink. I offered one to Frank but he shook his head.

"Not a big fan of drinking," he said.

"What about some molly?" I asked.

"I-I don't do drugs," he said.

"Come on, baby, just a little," I said. "It makes everything so much more vivid, it makes sense absolutely amazing."

"I'm good," he said. "And I don't really wanna hang out with you if you're just gonna be high the entire time, it's just not enjoyable."

Frank went upstairs and I looked down at the baggie of pills in my hand. I popped one of them in my mouth before going upstairs. I sat down on the couch with him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. I looked at his jacket that I was still wearing. God, I loved it so much. I really enjoyed wearing his clothes in both this world and my world.

"My world!" I exclaimed. "Oh my god, I actually forgot I was in an alternate reality for a moment."

"You took the pills, didn't you?" Frank asked.

"No," I denied. "Well, yeah, but it hasn't kicked in yet."

Frank sighed, pushing me away.

"What?" I asked.

"You're annoying when you're high," he said. "I told you I didn't want to hang out if you were going to be high the entire time, it's just not fun."

"I'm sorry," I said, holding his hand.

"I can't kick you out while you're rolling," he said. 'Just try to sit still and not scream like you always do."

Frank went to his closet and pulled out an acoustic guitar. I watched as he tuned it before strumming a couple times. He seemed so gentle and at peace.

"You finally picked it up," I said.

"It's actually kind of fun," he said. "I love it. And it turns out I'm not too bad. Or, at least, I'm not the worst. I don't know, I actually really like it. Lacrosse was a good way to get out anger and energy but guitar feels like a way to get other sorts of emotions out."

"You should try song writing," I said.

"Oh, I can't do that," he said. "I don't even know how to do that."

"It would be good for you, maybe you can just start off with some poetry," I said. "Express your emotions and how you feel about your sexuality, it may help you to accept it."

"I don't know," Frank mumbled. "When will your drugs kick in anyways?"

"Probably about fifteen, twenty more minutes," I said.

Frank set his guitar down when the door opened. I saw his mom there, an apron around her waist.

"Frank, I didn't know you played guitar," she said.

"I just bought it the other day," he said. "I'm still pretty new to it."

"Hi, I'm Linda, I'm Frank's mom," she said.

"Hi, I'm Gerard," I said.

It was weird meeting her all over again. We were close in the other world, she was so supportive of our band and helped out in any way she could.

"Well, I was gonna make some snickerdoodles for the team at the game tomorrow," she said. "I can bring you up a fresh batch when they're ready. Are you staying for dinner, Gerard?"

"He might be," Frank said. "Can we just eat up here in my room?"

"I guess that's fine, just be careful because that is a brand new two grand rug," she said. "And if you ruin this one again then your dad won't be happy, especially not after he just bought you that five thousand dollar tv because you punched it."

She left and I just stared at Frank.

"Wow, it is weird seeing rich you," I said. "Why would you punch your tv?"

"I'm a closeted gay person, got a lot of pent up anger and break a lot of things," he said with a small shrug.

"You're so different," I muttered.

"Different from what?" He asked. "You said you were going to tell me why you've been acting so weird recently and why you've changed so much."

I sighed. "I know and I promise that I will. I was thinking that after your game this weekend we could take a ferry over to New York and go to a nice little restaurant there. We'll have a nice date and on the way back I can tell you anything you want."

"That sounds really nice," he said. "I'm a little nervous about that, if I'm going to be honest. I've never really gone on a date with someone I really like. Obviously I've taken girls out to a movie or for ice cream but that was usually just because they asked to do that as a requirement for me to get into their pants. I'm sorry, I just don't know what I'm doing when it comes to actual feelings and stuff, I've never had to deal with it before. So, this would be, like, my first, real date and I don't know exactly what to do and how to dress and how to act."

"How about you just wear something casual and cute," I said. "And I will wear your letterman jacket."

Frank smiled, nodding his head.

"I really like it when you wear my jacket," he said. "I like knowing that you're mine and mine only. So, I have learned that this monogamy thing is pretty great after all. I realized that I just never wanted that with a girl."

"I'm glad that you're finally discovering yourself and being happy with it," I said.

Frank nodded and gave me a kiss.

"I'm gonna treasure these next few minutes," he said. "Because soon I know I am going to want to tie you up to the bed to shut you up."

"Sounds kinky, I'm down," I said.

"Maybe some other time when you're not rolling we can give it a little try," he said. "I think it would be pretty great, tying you up and fucking you hard."

I bit my lip. "Who says we have to wait until I'm sober? I mean, sex on ecstasy is the best sex."

"No, it just doesn't feel right," he said. "I don't want to take advantage of you when you're not in a clear headspace. Maybe after our date this weekend when you tell me all your secrets we can go back to your house and we can do it."

"That sounds like a good plan," I said. "And you're so sweet for being nervous about taking advantage of me. There are some really indecent guys out there and I'm glad that you're actually a pretty good guy."

I felt the bubbling inside of me and smiled.

"You're such a good guy," I said, squishing his cheeks. "I love you."

"Oh god," he muttered. "It's starting again."