Take Me To Church

Traveled all these miles just to get back home

Gerard shifted nervously, seeing a spark in Frank's eyes that he didn't like. He looked very, very confused. He stood, his hands trembling.

" I'm sorry oh God, oh fuck, I have to go. I have to go" Frank stuttered, stumbling back a foot before running off down the stairs and out of the house, ignoring Donna's confused calling of his name.

And Gerard sat dumbfounded on his bedroom floor. He obviously thought that was a mistake and that it was bad. Or maybe he just was disgusted with Gerard, maybe he this was his fault.

He felt his stomach sink to the floor, his arms feeling heavy. He then slowly stood, shaking slightly on his feet, and threw himself into his bed. Tears welled in his eyes and fell onto his pillow.

He ruined everything. Frank hated him for sure now, there was no denying it. Even though he was the one who kissed him, it was still probably his fault. Somehow.

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Outside, Frank's shoes slapped against the pavement as he sprinted down the street. He wasn't running home or to the park or the train station or anything. He was just running. Maybe from his emotions, maybe from himself.

However, Frank did end up at the train station. He skidded into the ticket booth, out of breath and fumbling for his wallet.

" Uh, can I get a ticket to Camden, thanks," Frank gasped through huge gulps of air, sliding a ten dollar bill under the ticket window.

" That's only 8:50 do you want your cha-" Frank shook his head and jogged off before he could finish speaking. He leaned against the wall beside a bench, his breathing calming down nearly completely.

A woman sat on the edge of the bench near him as he lit a cigarette and blew smoke into the slowly filling station. She eyed him suspiciously as his hands shook.

How could he have done something so fucking stupid? What was he thinking! Did he just want to completely ruin everything for himself? Obviously. Gerard probably already told half the town about what a faggot Frank is and how he has to boil his lips or something after it. God, he's so fucking disgusting. It's no wonder he has a whole 3 friends. Well, had.

The wind whipped across his face as the train pulled into the station. The trim of the woman's dress blew back against Frank's legs. He took one last long drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out under his foot. The wheels of the train screeched to a stop and people slowly filed forward. Frank slid through the crowd and jogged up the stairs and found a seat in the train car.

His leg wouldn't stop bouncing and his anxiety was through the roof. He obviously wasn't thinking clearly, jumping on the next train to the city with only about 20 bucks left and nobody knowing where he is.

The train conductor began to sweep through the carriages as the train jolted to life. Frank looked up and swore under his breath and fished the ticket out of his pocket. He tucked the ticket into the plastic slot on top of the seat in front of him. A woman came and sat beside him, flashing a smile that frank barely caught in time to smile back.

" Hello, I'm Jamia," she introduced herself. Frank nodded, but didn't reply. His mind was still racing.

" Are you alright?" Jamia asked after a few moments of silence. She saw him bouncing his leg and running his hand over his face.

" huh? Oh yeah, sorry. I'm Frank," he stuttered, not answering her question. She frowned.

" Okay, Frank. You seem anxious," she continued, taking genuine concern with him. Frank waved his hand at her.