But I'll be the happiest if you decide to kick it tonight
We can chill and I can act like I don't wanna fuck
You can tell me all your problems like I really give one
♡

Here Frank sat, listening to his father go on and on about what he had just done.

He was yelling as if they were the only ones in the house. Like Gerard wasn't upstairs scared to death. Though Frank doubted that his dad really cared. All he cared about was the sin that his son had just committed. He yelled for what felt like hours about how disgusting Frank was, and how he 'should disown him right now.' It was all static to Frank. He couldn't get his mind off of the boy upstairs that he just wanted to protect.

"Are you even listening to me?" He exclaimed angrily.

Frank didn't change his bored facial expression.

"Mmh." He said keeping eye contact.

"Ugh, what is wrong with you Frank?" He dad m asked desperately, seemingly wanting an answer. "Your mother would be so disappointed." He sighed hopping to get a reaction out of his son.

"You know what? Fuck you!" Frank yelled getting so close to his father that their noses would have been touching if Frank was taller.

Frank left the living room furious. How could he bring up his mother? Frank wanted to break everything. He hatted his father so much at that moment that he coukd kill him. But he didn't have time for jail.

"Frank?" Gerard said quietly when Frank bursted in slamming the door.

"Are you ok?"

"Frankie?"

Gerard was annoyed at this point. "Its not my fault your dad yelled at you..." He murdered.

Frank took his face out of his hands turning has gaze towards Gerard. Frank saw red right then. Just red. He grunted rolling his eye's. Frank didn't know what to do with himself at that moment. He wanted to run away from everything.

"Gerard just shut the fuck up." He said not really thing or caring at that moment.

Gerard gasped chewing on his bottom lip. He didn't do anything, he simply asked a question and now everything was going to crap.

"What did I do?" He asked, tears beginning to prick his eyes.

Frank noticed and guilt automatically washed over him. Gerard was fragile. He was playing with glass.

"Oh God, Gee I'm sorry I wasn't thinking. I just - Fuck." Frank said walking over to Gerard and sitting next to him.

"It's ok."Gerard said leaning his head on Frank's shoulder.

Frank pulled away quickly, sighing.

Gerard pouted. What had he done?

"G-Gee... You should go." Frank said standing up.

Frank didn't want Gerard to be there when he finally did break down. Frank also didn't want to hurt Gerard just because he happened to be there when he was mad.

Gerard was fragile, Frank just wanted to protect him. And if he had to protect him from himself then so be it.

"Frank I'm sorry I-I" he pleaded playing nervously with the end of his skirt.

"Gee." He said softly, but sternly enough for Gerard to get the idea.

Frank walked down stairs making sure that his dad didn't even look at Gerard.

"I'll call you later." Frank said bitting his lip and looking down at his shoes.

"Yeah." Gerard said looking for Frank to kiss him on the forehead, but the kiss never came so he turned away walking home.

Frank bit his lip wanting to call the boy he just let slip from his grasp back to him and tell him how much he loved him. Frank knew He was doing what was best.

❥ ❥ ❥

"What happened, Gee?" Mikey asked rubbing comforting circles on Gerard's back.

Gerard just sniffled as a response. He didn't wasn't to tell his brother what was wrong. He didn't want to be a burden. Mikey was only young he had his own things to worry about. Gerard was sixteen. He was too old to be crying. It was pathetic. He wanted Frank. He wanted him to hold him and tell him everything was fine. But that would be a lie, because everything wasn't fine. Frank didn't want him anymore.

"Hey Gee, I've got some friends coming over and-"

"And by 'friends' you mean Pete?" Gerard chuckled through his tears.

Mikey smiled warmly, happy that his brother was somewhat ok.

"Yes, I mean Pete" he laughed, causing Gerard to giggle. "But Pete's bringing a friend. His names Bert and he goes to your school too."

Gerard smiled. A possible new friend!

"They'll be here in about... " Mikey looked over to Gerards pastel clock, "five muinets or so."

"Five muinets?" Gerard said panicking.

He was randomly nervous. He wanted freinds. He just knew he wasn't good at making those freinds. He wore skirts and got attached to fast. That's more than enough reasons to avoid a person. A boy at least.

"Ok get out I want a different skirt." Gerard decided pushing Mikey up.

Mikey laughed, "Ok I'll leave you to it."

When Mikey was gone Gerard started looking for a skirt that would help him make freinds.

"Hmm..." Gerard hummed looking through his closet.

He pulled out a white shirt with a pink ribbon around the waist and studied it.

"No... "

He pulled out another one that was a pale pink color and pretty short.

"Perfect!" He squeaked, taking off his skirt and slipping on the new one.

"Gee, they're here come say hi!" He heard Mikey call from downstairs.

He did a quick twirl in his skirt before coming downstairs.

"Hey Gee!" Pete said opening his arms for a hug that, Gerard happily accepted.

"You look adorable." He said cheerfully making Gerard blush.

Gerard looked over to Mikey who was talking to a guy with brown hair and dirty converse. They were even dirtier than his own.

As soon as Gerard and the boy who he assumed was Bert made eye contact Bert smiled and walked over to him.

"Hi, I'm Bert you must be Gerard." He said sweetly. He smelled of cigarettes but Gerard didn't mind. He liked the smell because it made him think of Frank.

Gerard nodded happily.

"Hey how about we leave you guys alone to get to know each other until its time to go." Pete said grabbing Mikeys hand.

"Ok see you guys in a while." Bert said as they went into the kitchen.

"Where are we going?" Gerard asked Bert. All Mikey had told him is that he was having freinds over.

"Oh no where, you're staying here, Gee."

Gerard pouted at Bert.

"Why can't I come?" He asked crossing his arms.

Bert chuckled, "why don't you show me your room?"

❥ ❥ ❥

"And this is a drawing of my friend Frank... Or at least I think we're still friends."Gerard said suddenly getting sad, thinking about earlier.

"What do you mean?" Bert said picking up one of Gerard's stuffies from my bed.

"Oh well pretty much he got into and argument with his dad and he got all mad at me and asked me to leave." He said thoughtlessly.

Bert looked back up at Gerard with his beautiful ocean colored eyes.

Gerard looked away pushing his hair behind his ear. "I don't even know why I'm telling you the this... " he blushed

"Because I asked sugar." Bert smilled sitting down next to Gerard.

Gerard smilled. It was nice having someone to talk to, with out worrying about being a burden.

"I see you like the color pink." Bert said looking around Gerard's mainly pink room.

"Um, yeah its my favorite color." Gerard said blushing. Bert hadn't once mentioned the skirts or the pink or the stuffies or anything Gerard would have expected him too. It made him happy that he could be himself.

"You know what, its my favorite too." Bert smirked.

"And I really like your skirt, Gee." Bert said toying with the end of the pink skirt Gerard was wearing.

"Thank you!" Gerard said excitedly. He was so happy that he was forgetting about how Frank had made him feel.

He had a new freind.