You're The Sin, I'm The Sinner

14. I Know

Two weeks later

Frank's POV

As I kept the journal, it was mostly about romance. Since having my wings not look like abstract art, I had been researching more than just keeping my head in the books I had discovered. I had been reading them for weeks, even before Gerard talked to me; I ended up buying romance books and even buying a shelf instead of keeping them under my bed. It brought a kind of likeness to the room, plus, the books were starting to pile up under my bed. The books let my imagination run, but they also made me feel things beyond what I thought I would.

It helped me understand things faster, between platonic and romantic, I could differentiate each of them. Platonic was friendship, you love them with a different energy, a rather... Well, platonic power. Romantic was your heart going faster, the pitter-patter in your chest that wouldn't rest. I figured out blushing is the heat that went to the face, which happened a lot when I was around Gerard. Thing is, he would never believe me if I even got the guts to tell him; this feeling barrier was a real pain sometimes. Thing is, he doesn't know that I understand, love is patient though.

If it wasn't, I'd just do what all these book characters do; shove down your feelings until you either explode or until the person leaves you. I just hoped it wouldn't take the latter for me to lose these feelings. For now, I got to hug Gerard, watch movies with him, fly around with him, and watch him fall asleep if we end up watching something fairly late. The last one seems a little creepy, but it's such an inexplicable moment that I get to experience because he doesn't know that I know that I like him. But we'll leave it at that.

Currently, I was sitting in my room, reading a romance novel and listening to a romantic comedy film on my laptop, but I was paying more attention to the book. It was making me mad, sad, mad again, made me swoon, one scene even caused a problem I didn't know how to deal with. I kind of ignored it and skipped those few pages. But now, I was halfway into the idea of throwing the book out the window. I groaned as I tossed my head backward, bookmarking my spot and slamming it shut. I paused the movie that I hadn't been paying much attention to, not even knowing what was going on right now.

I felt angry, but sad, wiping my eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. I tried to stop the tears, but it was no use as they kept coming. Who knew books could do this to you. I got up, bringing the book with me, and opened my door. I kind of put force into it as I closed it, going down the hall to Gerard's room and knocking on the door. Seconds later, he opens it, frowning once he sees that I'm sad. "What's wrong, Frank?" He asks gently, to which I felt myself producing more tears.

I felt Gerard's arms come around me, picking me up and then being placed back down on his lap once he was sitting on what I assumed was his bed. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked me once more, but I just pressed the book into my chest and then proceeded to press my face into his clothed chest. I couldn't get a word out, feeling my body begin to be wracked with raw sobbing. It was painful, but very much needed, seeing as I have read through ⅔ of this damned book in less than 3 hours and it has brought me nothing but hardships and even harder emotions.

I felt Gerard's hand on my back, letting out a small sigh as he did what he did best; comforted me in the only way we figured out how. His little coos and smalling humming was my favorite thing when he would comfort me. I always felt like I could fall asleep in his arms when he would combine these things, especially his soothing touch. It was all I needed. I wiped my eyes a little with my free hand that wasn't holding the book to my chest, taking a deep breath and feeling Gerard slow his motions. "Feel better? You want some of this herbal stuff to prevent a headache?" He asked gently, which made me smile a little.

I nodded, wanting to be productive a little bit later but also knowing I was going to spend it reading or watching romantic movies like I always had. Gerard grabbed something from his nightstand, lifting my head a little and putting this cooling solution on my temples. He rubbed it in, though I was more into the feeling it was giving me now instead of the soon-to-be relief. "Thank you," I whispered, closing my eyes and sighing from the relaxing feeling that overtook my body now.

"What had you upset? Was it a bird breaking the window sealing again?" Gerard asked softly, which always seemed to make my stomach flip. "It was my book, it's an awful romance," I whispered, opening my eyes once Gerard was down applying whatever it was to the crown of my forehead. All I knew was that I could smell chamomile and mint. I looked over to the hard object next to me, seeing that it was a book. I had accidentally interrupted his reading because of my terrible book, but hopefully, his was better. I wiped my eyes and got off of Gerard's lap, keeping my book to my chest still.

"Sorry to interrupt your reading, but I hope whatever it is, that the main character can keep his dick in his pants," I mumbled, walking out and shutting Gerard's door for him. I went back to my room, shutting my door and frowning at the book. I didn't want to finish it, it had been terrible the majority of the time and I couldn't stand it. But I couldn't stand the curiosity of what happens. All I hoped was that the conflict would be resolved and that the character would live happily ever after. Like in Disney movies. I had been binging those movies like a motherfucker, and in my defense, most of them were for research. I skipped to the end of the book, skimming the last few pages to get the gist of it.