Gerard loved watching Frank pray.

Frank and Gerard are sharing earbuds because Frank's broke and they're bored on a cross-Atlantic flight.

Frank has been in the hospital for a year now with no where else to go. He hasn't spoken a word since his last admission. Now, a new mystery person volunteers at the hospital and gets Frank to at least write to him for hours on end. Can this mystery person take him from the hospital bed or will Frank stay there forever?

"Lie to me!" I looked over at Frank, screaming those three words into what was supposed to be Ray's microphone. I could see tears dotting his eyes, and he wasn't trying to fight them. I tired holding mine back, but I couldn't. They just fell. So right there, in front of 50,000 people, I ripped off the mic from the stand in the middle of I'm Not Okay and turned to face Frank. "Shut up already, you arrogant prick!" I screamed at him as the rest of the band continued to play. "Lie to me.." Frank said again, only softer, trying not to choke on his tears. "Shut up! Stop trying to make me feel guilty!" I screamed, tearing off my shoe and throwing it at him. It bounced off his chest and made him stumble backward. I sank to my knees this time, sobbing quietly. Frank looked at me. "Gerard, just fucking lie to me, okay?" He whimpered into the mic. When I didn't respond right away, Frank turned around and started walking hastily off stage. My breath hitched. "I can't fucking lie to you. I can't fucking lie to you because I fucking love you." I whispered into the microphone. Before Frank had time to do anything, I sprang up, walked over, and slammed my lips to his.

Gerard is a sixteen-year-old teen. He is sarcastic, quiet, is always trembling, and glares at any living thing that dare breathe. And Gerard is scared. Frank is a boy at the age of sixteen that has a bad temper, a cocky smile, and sharp eyes. And Frank is scared. Of what, may you ask? Themselves. {this is my first fanfiction, it's not the best. But it'd be nice if you would give it a try.}