(A/N) Yay! The next part! It's quite short but you probably wont care when you've read it.
Finally I could see him! Mikey and I strode along the corridor towards the room Frank was in. Suddenly I began to worry. Was he going to look so injured that I'd feel hurt? I mean it's not everyday the person that you love has a wound from being stabbed in the chest and that kind of wound isn't going to look excactly pretty is it? When we got outside Frank's room I felt extremely nervous. He hasn't seen me for ages. What will he be like when he sees me? I wondered whilst turning the handle of the door.
"Hey Frank!" Exclaimed Mikey. "Hey guys!' Frank replied. He actually seemed pretty vibrant for someone who was stabbed about a week ago. "Gerard. I'm sorry, I, I tried to stop them. I tried to stop you from getting hurt. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry Frank, it wasn't your job to protect me besides you got stabbed. That was my fault because I tripped over and you tried to help me. If you'd carried on running then you'd be fine." "Yeah, but you'd probably be dead." "Frank!" Mikey yelled, jumping up and down with excitement. "Gerard and I bought you some comics!" Mikey handed the bag of comics over that we'd bought him to read whilst he was here. In the bag was a mix of batman, avengers and the comic I had made during my stay at the hospital called The Umbrella Academy. "Thanks guys!" Frank said examining the contents of the bag. "Woah Gee! Is this your comic?" He asked, holding The Umbrella Academy up. "Yeah... It's what I wrote while I was stuck here." "Hey! I'm gonna go get coffee. Anyone want any?' Asked Mikey. "Yeah sure!" I said. "Coffee! Yeah! I haven't had decent coffee for like a century in this place." Frank giggled.
"Sit on the end of the bed if you like Gee." Frank suggested whilst I found a comfy spot. "Is it really bad? You know... Where you got stabbed?" "No not really"Frank said however he was probably lying to stop me feeling bad. "Here, have a look." He said pulling his top up. I gasped as I saw the red, swollen scar. My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of the pain he must've experienced through this scar. I wished there was a way to go back in time and reverse what had been done but there wasn't. "Frank!" I cried, tears rolling down my face. "This is all my fault." "How is it your fault?" "I can't tell you." "I don't understand." "I'm gay Frank!" A never ending silence entered the room broken by Mikey walking in.
"Coffee!" Mikey saw the tears on my face and realised he should probably leave. "Um, I'll just leave these here and... Yeah. I'll just go." He said placing the coffee on the table.
"What's that got to do with it being your fault?"Frank asked. "I'm gay and... And well. I um. I think I love you and, and I was about to kiss you when those people yelled 'faggots'. They saw me."I sat, my head drooped waiting for a reaction. For him to get angry, for him to tell me to get out. I could see it happening. Suddenly,I felt a warm hand grasp the back of my neck and pull my head up. When I opened my eyes, I was met with a wonderful surprise. Frank Iero had his hand around my the back of my head! By the second his face became closer to mine. In that very moment, his face collided into mine. The softest lips crashing against my lips. Pulling me in with all his power. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mikey sitting on the seat outside grinning but I was too absorbed to do anything. Slowly, Frank's tongue slithered across my lip asking to enter my mouth. We continued until I decided I needed to stop so I could breathe. "You're gay too?" I asked, shocked. "No... I just snogged your face off for nothing." "Seriously though, since when?" "I dunno, I've been out with girls before. Do you remember Jamia? I went out with her, but it just never felt right. I always felt awkward. Now that I'm with you I don't feel like that." "I've always thought I was gay for a few years but I'd never let anything happen between me and other people because I was scared of telling them I liked them. I just always talked to Mikey about it." As if on cue, Mikey then stormed into the room with a smirk on his face. "Well, I'm going to go home to get some sleep. Taking it you're staying with your boyfriend Gerard?" "Oy! How did y..."Frank asked "He saw through the window."I interrupted. "Well it's hard to miss when your brother and your best friend are eating eachother's faces!" Mikey joked. "I'm going, ring me if you need me." He said slamming the door. I reached for the coffee he'd brought up before, tutting at the joke Mikey had made. "So I guess we are boyfriends now right?" "Yeah!" I replied. Ah that felt so good to think about. Boyfriends. Frank and I. Boyfriends.
