Secrets.

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Frank's p.o.v

Dad wasn't home last night. Don't get me wrong I love my mommy and everything but she is really naggy lately making me feel bad. And I would go to my dad's but he's not home for the next month. Last night I came to Mikeys house. I don't know why but I asked for Gerard. I have no clue why. But I did and he came. But right now mikey wanted me to shower to get all the dry blood off. I had scratched at my wrists. I do that if I don't have a blade. I step out soaking wet. He told that Gerard wasn't up yet so I could go back to his room. I spent well over an hour in here. Not hot water though. Cold. I only shower in cold it helps me feel numb so I don't have urges I can't cut.while I have stitches. I could but I already butchered my skin stomach legs. I wrap the towel around my waist as I walk out and I head to Mikeys room. I literally bump into someone I stumble back a bit.

"Oh shit Frankie sorry." Mikey says I wrap my arms around me.

"It's okay. But if you don't mind I'd like to get dressed." I ask. Need nods moving outta of the way. I push in his room putting pneumatic my jeans and shirt he's washing my sweater. I walk out and bump into someone again.

"Jesus Christ there's only two other people in this house and ones asleep who else am I gonna bump into!" I yell not like my usual quiet self.

"Sorry." Mikey says. Again.

"No it's okay I didn't mean to yell like that." I tell him honestly not meaning too I just get kinda cranky in the mornings.

"I came to give you your sweater. You can stay longer if you like I'm sure Gerard gonna want to see you." He says the last part a bit angry like.

"Okay. Thank you." I say timidly taking sweater and putting it on.

"Come on. We can get some breakfast." He offers I just nod following him downstairs. We go to the kitchen. And Gerards in there staring at the coffee maker. He's not wearing a shirt. Just pj bottoms. "Gerard go put a shirt on."

"No i live here and i'm hot." He says filled with sass.

"Damn right you are." I say under my breath.

"What?" Mikey asks

"Oh nothing i just said I'm hungry." I say quietly and quickly

"Come on do you want cereal?" Mikey asks. As he starts grabbing things. I nod.

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"Gerard I have to go work don't fuck up the house." Mikey yells. Mikey works as a watier.

"Shut up." Gerard says he's sitting next to me in the living room. I hear the door close and I go into panic mode. Ugh. Why do I have to be attracted to him? "Hey Frankie?" Gerard asks.

"yeah?" i ask looking anywhere but his bare and slightly muscular chest. O get up and try to walk away

"do you think i look good without a shirt?" he asks tauntingly and seductively.

"um yeah i guess you do i dunno." i say while looking down i feel arms on my hips i stop breathing.

"you guess i do. why are you so nervous frank" gerard ask and i feel his breath on my neck.

"i um." i can't get anything out. why does he make me this nervous he shouldn't but then again he's gerard way. big bad boy everyone wants to get with but never does. and i'm standing in his house in his kitchen and he's standing so close to me with no shirt on and pants that basically hanging off his hips. i hear a growl.

"well frankie why are you?" he asks this time his lips lightly brushing on my neck i could literally fall right now but i shouldn't. it'd hurt like a bitch. i open my mouth to say something but he kisses me putting his tongue in my mouth. id like his tongue to be somewhere else. WHAT!? did i just think that jesus. i kiss back a bit.

"gerard stop it!" mikey yells. and gerard pulls away.

"what mikey does this make you uncomfortable? i've done it so many times right in this kitchen with girls." gerard say heartbroken. i start frowning. why did i think im the only one hes kissed? he doesn't care. (BUT frank he does! sorry.)

"i hate you I just came back to get my hat." mikey say before shutting the door after he leaves

"well that was a good kiss. maybe id get more?" he asks. i can't speak. "well tell me when i can." he says before grabbing my ass a bit then walking down stairs and into the living room and sit down "frankie?"

"go away."

"do you wanna talk?"

"i don't wanna fucking talk." i say rather bitterly.

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ferard! ahh i've been waiting to right this!

weird title because frank can't think!