I don't feel much pain
Got a knife in my back and a bullet in my brain
I'm clinically insane
Walking home alone I see faces in the rain

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Frank watched Gerards aditude perk up after he assured him that he would be going to his house. His posture straighten up and his hips swayed from side to side as he walked.

Gerard giggled at Frank. "What?" He asked walking backwards to face Frank.

Frank smilled shrugging with his hands in his pockets."You just look so happy."

"Well I am thanks to you." Gerards chirped.

Frank smilled at the boy bouncing around him as they walked. His white skirt twirled around his milky thighs of the same color hypnotizingly. Frank stared at the way his dark ebony locks gently graced his delicate cheekbones.

The way he carried himself was worth studying, And frank did. The way he would toy with his sleeves when he got nervous, or the way he would use his hands to talk when he was feeling confident. At some moments Frank would find himself in a trance staring at the gorgeous boy that he could call his freind. Frank didn't like using the word 'staring' though. It sounded creepy and inappropriate. What Frank did, in his own mind at least was admire. He admired the boy and all of his imperfections as society would mark them. In society's eyes Gerard was far from perfect. He wore dresses, he kissed boys. He was the perfect target for the small minded fucks at school.

"Fag"

"Mistake"

"Useless"

"Fat ass"

Gerard had heard them all. He believed most of them because that's what was drilled into his head day by day for years. His fragile mind was molded like play-dough to believe such awful things about himself.

But as they walked down the pavement. Frank could only see pure perfection walking beside him.

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"You have a nice house." Gerard commented when they entered. He smilled and skipped into the living room, his skirt twirling around him.

Frank's house was obviously much smaller that Gerard's mansion. Gerard didn't seem to mind me though. He's looked around at all the photographs of Frank's family. Gerard looked curiously at the photos of Frank, and the two unknown others.

"Your parents?" Gerard asked, his finger gracing over the glass of the frame.

"Um... Yeah." Frank said deciding not to tell Gerard about how him mother was no longer living. It would put a damper on both of their attitudes and they didn't need that.

Frank walked over to the window and listened to the car slowly pulling up onto the drive way. Frank sighed and unlocked the door walking back towards Gerard with a smile.

A few seconds later there was a jingle of keys from outside and the door opened. Gerard automatically turned around and she stared at the door with curious kitten-like eyes.

A large man with a ironed collared shirt and pants creased to perfection.

He sat the keys on the table near the door and looked up at Frank.

"Hello Frank." He said, now turning his attention to Gerard. He pushed his eyebrows together blinking a few times before looking back at Frank.

"...And who's this?"

"Gerard." Frank answered holding his gaze at his father. His father did the same as if they were having some kind of un-spoken conversation.

"Ah..." His father said, walking into the kitchen. "Nice to meet you Gerard."

Gerard grinned.

"My room's right there, Gee." Frank said pointing towards his bedroom door.

Gerard curiously made his way towards Franks room, leaving Frank and his dad alone.

They sat in an tension filled silence for a few seconds. Frank waited for his father to say something negative as he usual.

Franks dad looked over to his son's door then back at his son who was staring back at him.

"Why the hell is that boy wearing a skirt?" Franks dad asked sternly.

Frank rolled his eyes as he physically felt his blood boiling.

"Because he looks good in it." Frank shrugged nonchalantly.

"Is he some sourt of faggot?" He asked harshly.

Franks eyes widened as he started to answer his bigoted father but he was interrupted by a small whimper from the entrance of the kitchen. Gerard stood there chewing on his nails before he scurried off to Franks room and closed the door.

"Fuck." Frank said under his breath before running to his room to find Gerard.

Franks dad sighed continuing to read the newspaper in front of him.

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"Gerard, please come on he didn't mean it." Frank tried to soothe Gerard as he quietly cried on the other side of Frank's bed.

"Y-yes he did... E-veryone hates me. Why am I so weird?" He sniffled.

"You're not weird Gerard." Frank softly assured him.

He wanted to comfort the boy he really did. He just did want to invade his personal space. He wanted to hold Gerard and tell him everything would be fine... But is that what Gerard wanted. So Frank kept his distance.

"Yes I am... I wear skirts and I like feminine stuff. I'm gross." He sighed, overing his face turning with the sleve of his sweater.

"There's nothing wring with that, Gee." Frank said, sighing when he realized that his words were only going in one ear and out the other.

Frank took a chance and shifted closer to the other boy. Close enough for their shoulders to be touching. Close enough for Gerard to lean his head on franks shoulder like he was. Frank smilled at the softness of his un-blemished skin, and how his silky black hair smelled of strawberries.

"You're so beautiful." Frank answer whispered to the boy who was now laying on his chest.

Gerard sniffled again and shook his head. "No you." He giggled weakly.

"Fuck. . . If only you knew how perfect you are." Frank said kissing Gerard's forehead.

Gerard blushed biting his lip. "Dose your dad hate me?" He asked his voice quivering.

"No he's just stupid. He doesn't understand boys being feminine or gay. Just ignorant, Gee." Frank shook his head.

Gerard just sighed snuggling closer to Frank. Gerard put his legs into Franks lap and played down on his bed.

"It smells like you." Gerard said calmly.

"What?" Frank giggled.

Gerard pulled one of Franks pillows to his chest inhaling its district smell. It was calming and made him feel safe. He smilled at the softness of the pillow against his face.

"You're adorable," Frank giggled pulling Gerard and his pillow into his arms.

Gerard laughed kissing Frank on his nose. They stared at each other for a while before Frank leaned in attaching Gerard's lips to his. Gerard gasped at first but then melted into Gerard's touch, bringing his arms around Frank's neck. Frank trailed his tongue over Gerard's bottom lip before sliping it in between Gerard's open lips. Frank kept a hand on Gerard's waist keeping him in his lap.

"Frank..." Gerard whispered, breathing heavy.

Frank ignored Gerard, kissing him harder and pushing his delicate hips down on his own.

"Oh," Gerard moaned detaching his lips from Frank's.

Frank pulled Gerard back down towards him kissing him again.

"Fuck." Frank groaned, holding Gerard's hips again and grinding them down against his own.

"F-frank stop," Gerard said slowly breaking the kiss again.

"What? Are you ok?" Frank asked detaching their lips completely.

"Yeah, its just... I-i feel weird..." Gerard struggled to explain the new feelings he was enduring.

"What do you mean?" Frank asked confused, his had resting on Gerard's thigh.

"Stop that." Gerard said pushing Franks hand away.

This was bad. To feel this way was wrong. Gerard understood now. Frank was just like his dad. Frank wanted to touch him and use him just like his father. Gerard suddenly felt disgusted being in Franks home. Then again he didn't want to be at his own house.

Gerard suddenly felt like then entire world was being dropped on his shoulders. He couldn't breathe or speak. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable tears to fall.

When they did then came hard and without warning for Frank. This entire time Frank had been using him. That what they all do. The only person who actually cared was Mikey.

"Gee, are you ok I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry." Frank soothed rubbing Gerard's back as he cried for the second time.

"You're just like my dad." He whispered through small breaths.

"What? Y-your dad?"

Gerard nodded.

"What do you mean, doll?"

Oh god Gerard was right he was just like his dad.

"Don't call me that, please you're just like him." Gerard said almost hysterical now.

"What did your dad do? How am I just like him?" Frank asked trying to hug Gerard, but failing.

"When you touch me y-youre just using me... Just like him." Gerard repeated.

Franks face fell and turned red as he desperately tried to comprehend what Gerard had just told him. His stomach churned at the thought of some old guy touching Gerard, who was so small and delicate. Now Gerard was comparing them and he felt nauseous.

"Fuck," Frank sighed, "No don't say that... No I care about you so fucking much." Frank wrapped his arms around Gerard's petite figure despite his struggling.

"He says that to. He tells me he loves me and he buys me new stuff. He makes me feel happy and wanted, only to degrade me later." Gerard sighed.

"Gerard I swear I care about you I really do." Frank begged.

Gerard rolled his eyes slightly pouting.

"I don't know if I can believe that."

"Gee, look at me." Frank said grabbing Gerards chin turning him towards himself. "I love you."

Gerard gasped his mouth hanging agap.

"Frank... I-i love you too." He said smiling.

"And I don't care if I never ever get to kiss you again I'll still love you just the same." Frank said holding Gerards long slender fingers in his tattooed hands.

Just then Gerard leaned over and kissed Frank's lips smiling as he did so.