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Another week went by pretty slowly and I felt really bad for Frank because he was really sick now. His 'not quite the flu' that the nurse determined was now the flu; and it was taking a good toll on him. Frank had to spend the weekend at the hospital, me staying with him for the most part since Brian had told Gallagher that Frank and I should be together as much as possible. I really liked Brian and was extremely thankful he had some influence on how Gallagher treated me now. Gallagher had let me call Brian to explain the situation to him and he said that if it was really bad we didn't have to meet Wednesday, but I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to thank him.

Frank was back in the dorm again. The hospital said there wasn't much they could do for him but I think that was a bunch of bullshit because Frank's parents couldn't afford a large medical bill. All their money went to keeping Frank here at school since he was 'devil child' to them. If only they knew about me. So the hospital just gave him some medication and told him to stay in bed but he couldn't really move anyway. The only time he left the bed was to use the bathroom; most of the time because he was throwing up. He couldn't keep anything down, not even his medicine.

At the moment he was asleep. I was relieved because Frank's sleeping schedule was almost nonexistent. When he could get to sleep, he would only stay asleep for maybe two hours before he would wake up again and not be able to fall asleep until six or so hours later. He would cough a lot and he looked absolutely horrible. Gallagher tried to get me to stay in a different room so I wouldn't get sick but I refused to leave Frank. No one else was allowed in our room but that was fine with me. Of course Ray, Mikey, and Bob came in anyway. They were the only ones who came in before.

Ray had been bringing me food so I wouldn't have to leave Frank. He would also bring a thing of juice or water for Frank who would drink it but throw up not to long after so we started giving up on that. I managed to get Frank into the shower a few times to try and 'wash away' the germs but it made him feel better for a few hours. His body was constantly burning since he had a high fever so I would lay cold cloths on his head, occasionally putting an icepack under his pillow as well. Gallagher gave us this cool mini fridge thing to borrow so I could keep ice packs at hand and I could keep water and such in it for Frank. Maybe Gallagher wasn't so bad after all.

While Frank was sleeping on his bed, I sat on mine, sketchbook in my lap as I drew him. Even though he was extremely sick, he was still the most amazingly gorgeous person I had ever laid eyes on. While I wanted Frank to get better, I was kind of happy he was sick because it made me feel like he needed me to survive which felt wonderful because it was like I had a purpose for once in my life.

Ray quietly came in the room and sat on my bed next to me. "If you wake him up, I'll fucking kill you." I warned Ray who smiled, pulling himself to the wall to sit next to me.

"How is he?"

"Sick as fuck still." I told him, closing my sketchbook and putting on my pillow. I didn't like people seeing my drawings until they were done. Not even then really. Ray sighed slightly as he looked to Frank, leaning his head against the wall. "I wish there was more we could do."

"I'm sure he loves having you take care of him." Ray said with a smile. "What are you doing about Wednesday though? I mean I can stay with him or something if you want. Fuck what Gallagher says." I laughed a little because Ray was finally realizing that school isn't fun unless you break some rules.

"I'm thinking of asking Brian if he can come here, even though Frank's sick. I don't want to tell Brian I can't meet him, but I don't want to leave Frankie either." I told him miserably.

"Well you can't have everything." Ray told me and I scoffed.

"That's what you think Toro." I told him with a smile. "I'll ask him what he thinks I should do when he wakes up; though I know the answer."

"Because you should talk to Brian. You like him and he seems to like you since he pissed Gallagher off. That makes him likeable in my book." I rolled my eyes. Everyone seemed to like Brian just because he freaked out on Gallagher about Lance; which I wouldn't have known if I wasn't eavesdropping. "Well, let me know what you decide." Ray whispered, sliding off my bed and heading for the door. That's really anyone came in for now; to see how Frank was doing. I was glad they were all worried about him like I was.

When Ray was gone, I pulled my sketchbook out again and resumed my drawing of Frank lying on the bed. I tweaked it a little but hey, I'm the artist; I'm allowed to do that. As I was finishing the shading to give him proper muscle definition (which I greatly enjoyed doing), I realized that Frank had been asleep for about five hours which was amazing. He had to have been getting better. That or his body's so exhausted that he wouldn't be able to wake up if he wanted. I hope it's the first one.

"Gee...?" Frank called quietly. I chucked my sketchbook on my pillow then slid off the bed and went over to him. His eyes were half open and he yawned a little, which made him look adorable.

"Right here babe." I whispered to him, kneeling next to his head and running my hand along his cheek. It was still warm but nowhere near as hot as it had been the past few days. His fever was dying which meant he was getting better and I couldn't help but smile as I kissed his forehead. "How ya feeling?"

"Mmm k." Frank mumbled, blinking his eyes a few times in an attempt to keep them open.

"You want anything?" I asked.

"You." He said quietly with a smile and I laughed slightly, my hand running continuously through his hair.

"Sick as fuck and you still can't behave." I said with amusement. Frank shook his head then grabbed the collar of my shirt, tugging me slightly towards him (he was pretty weak still), whining a little. He kept pulling at me until I ended up in the bed with him, uncomfortably underneath him. Frank laid his head on my chest, wrapping his arms around my body as I replaced his pillow. "Frankie, this isn't exactly comfortable."

"It is for me." He replied with amusement. I knew he was getting better at this point because his old personality was starting to come through again. "You want me to get better, don't you?"

"Of course I do." I resumed my petting of Frank's head as he laid on me.

"Then shut up and let me lay on you." Frank was on the verge of laughing which he was avoiding because laughing would make him start coughing again and I'm sure his chest has had enough of that.

"Testy." Frank nodded and tightened his grip around me to the point that I had trouble breathing. "So," I gave in to him and let him half suffocate me, "what are we doing about Wednesday?"

"You go talk to Brian." Frank replied calmly. "Don't think you're backing out of that."

"I didn't plan on it." Somehow I managed to shift myself slightly to take the pressure off my back so I could lay more comfortably. "But I don't want to leave you alone if you're still this sick."

"I'll be fine." Frank raised his head up to look at me. "I'm feeling a lot better." He let go of me then put his arms around my neck, pulling himself up a little then pressed his lips to mine. I really didn't want to get sick but when your boyfriend's exhaustingly sick, amazingly gorgeous, and could really use a pick me up, you don't say 'no'. Thus, we ended up in a lip lock, no tongues or anything which relieved me a little because he was still pretty sick. Just our lips were used and honestly, it was perfect.

"If you're not deathly ill still," I teased him when he pulled away, "You're coming with me."

"But they're your sessions."

"Brian is cool with it. He wants to meet you anyway. I told him you're sick right now and he told me if I needed that we didn't even have to meet this week." Frank's head fell my chest again.

"I want to meet him too." Frank said cheerfully and I was pretty sure he was smiling but all I could see was his hair; well I was actually kind of eating his hair because he was pretty far up on me. "I don't want to get anyone sick though."

"You just kissed me. Do I not count?" I teased some more.

"Nope." There was amusement in his voice. "You're my boyfriend. If I'm sick, you deserve to be sick too." He laughed a little and I shook my head, sighing into a smile.

"Then who will take care of you?"

"Good point." Frank laughed a little more and I was ecstatic that he was getting better because there was so much I missed doing with him over the past week. Simple things such as leaving the room, which I never complained about before, I missed greatly. I guess it was because before, I had the option to leave while now I didn't have that option. Not to mention if I did leave, I would be leaving Frank behind. "Your job is to take care of me for the rest of our lives."

"If you remain this fucking gorgeous and adorable, that's perfectly fine with me." We both laughed a little and his lips ended up on mine again. His whole body ended up on me actually. Frank kind of sat in a straddling position over me; his knees on either side of my waist while his arms wrapped firmly around my neck. I kind of felt like a whore for some reason and we were sneaking behind someone's back to make out, and I couldn't help but start laughing, Frank looking at me with a bit of concern. This went on for an hour or so before he laid back down, next to me, and we stayed like that until he fell asleep again.

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Wednesday night came and I couldn't have been more excited. Not only was I going to see Brian, but Frank was coming with me. His fever had completely broken and he looked a lot better. He actually slept most all of yesterday because his body needed to catch itself up on the rest. To my relief too, Frank was having a better time keeping stuff down; he managed to even get some soup to stay down.

We had to leave in an hour so we were getting business done now; meaning he was on top of me, his tongue crammed down my throat. Frank tried to get pants off, but I told him that we were going to hold off on that a bit longer to fully make sure he was better (which killed me to say but his health comes before sex). Of course he whined a little but settled for a make out session instead.

"Glad to see you're feeling better." Ray suddenly appeared, smiling as he sat on Frank's bed. "You wanna stop that to talk to me?" Frank shook his head, making mine shake as well, and continued what he was doing. Ray sighed then stood up, walking towards us and putting his arms around Frank, pulling him off me.

"Rape!" Frank half yelled, giggling hysterically and trying to get out of Ray's grip by kicking and flailing.

"I was using that." I told Ray who sat Frank on his own bed to keep us apart. Ray sat on Frank's bed, keeping a close eye on him. "What do you want to talk about?"

"There's a rumor going around that Lance isn't real happy with our amazing show." He said, arm over Frank to keep him down. I couldn't help but laugh, Frank pouting at me and reaching his arms towards me, his hands making these grabby motions. "Lance wants to kill us, especially you two, for what we did in the library. I guess his father freaked out on him about the whole day and Lance is furious that we didn't get expelled. We have to watch our backs."

"I'll keep an especially close watch on Gee's." Frank said with amusement and Ray hit him.

"This is serious Iero." He said with a little distress. "Lance has power; we need to be careful."

"Let him try to kill me." I said with a shrug and Frank gave me a concerned look. "I'll tear his fucking dick off if he comes within five feet of me." Frank started laughing and Ray smiled, shaking his head and looking to the ceiling. "Now," I got off the bed and went to Frank, "we have to leave." I extended my hand to Frank who gladly took it as I pulled him off the bed, kissing him when he was standing. "Bye Ray."

"Behave yourselves!" Ray called after us as we walked out the door. I held Frank's hand firmly in mine as he walked down the stairs and to the front door. Frank was smiling widely and I couldn't help but laugh a little as we drew closer to the security guard.

"Where are you going?" The guard asked Frank.

"He's with me." I replied, letting go of Frank's hand for the frisking. "I'm sure Gallagher told you that I was bringing my boyfriend with me to counseling tonight." The guard looked at Frank semi nastily then searched him before moving to me. "I told you to buy me dinner and you wouldn't. Don't hate Frank because you didn't move fast enough." Frank started laughing as the guard finished with me.

I took Frank's hand again as we headed out the door, the guard telling us we had an hour and a half and that if we were even a second late we would be in trouble. "Do you always talk to him like that?" Frank asked, still laughing as we made our way to the main building.

"I swear he's got some pedophile in him." Frank laughed harder and I had to tell him to calm down before he started coughing insanely. Gallagher of course was standing in front of the door waiting for us, foot taping and arms crossed. "I'm on time today Gallagher, get your watch fixed." Frank and I walked past him to the door, Frank smiling innocently at Gallagher as I pulled him inside.

"You sure Brian's ok with this Way?" Gallagher asked, following us closely to make sure we didn't fuck in the middle of the floor or something (no matter how fun it would be). I think he was jealous of our relationship or something.

"Yes I'm sure." I said, pulling the office door open with my free hand then pulling Frank inside, heading to Gallagher's office. "Good bye Gallagher." I said, disappearing into his office with Frank while he stood dumbfounded outside.

Brian was sitting in a chair like he had been before, wearing jeans and a tee shirt like he did last time. He stood and smiled, extending his hand to me then to Frank as I shut the door behind me. "Brian, this is Frank; my boyfriend." I said as the two shook hands.

"Nice to meet you Frank. Gerard has told me how much he cares for you." Frank smiled and I couldn't help but blush a little. Brian was acting like a parent who was trying to embarrass their child by telling their new boyfriend or girlfriend everything you don't want them to know.

"Gee has told me how much he likes you." Frank said, letting go of Brian's hand and taking mine again. Brian laughed and I felt like hitting my head against a wall.

"Please, sit." Brian took Gallagher's chair behind the desk while Frank and I took the two chairs before it, still holding hands. "How was your week Gerard?"

"Boring for the most part." I tell him, my cheeks cooling down again. "I spent a good amount of it taking care of poor Frankie."

"How are you feeling Frank?" Brian asked with concern.

"Much better, thank you." Frank said, trying to be as polite as possible and I couldn't help but smile. He was just so fucking adorable sometimes and it made me want to squeeze him. "Gerard took good care of me." Brian smiled and nodded then turned back to me.

"How did you feel with Frank sick?" He asked me.

"Scared." I replied, Frank's hand gripping mine a bit tighter. "I was so worried about him because he wasn't getting better and he couldn't sleep or eat or even keep his medicine down. Then the damn hospital told him there was nothing they could do for him which made me really afraid because it was like they were giving up on him; telling him he would die or something." I held back tears as it all poured out of me. "I didn't leave the room because I was afraid to leave him alone, just in case, you know?" Brian nodded.

"Sounds like he was really worried about you." Brian's attention turned back to Frank who smiled. I could tell he didn't exactly know what to say because I didn't tell Frank any of this. I didn't want to worry him about how I felt since he needed to worry about getting better. "What do you say about hearing that Frank?"

"I'd say he loves me." Frank said with joy in his voice.

"That's what I would say too." Brian folded his hands then rested them on Gallagher's desk. In a way it felt like couples therapy but you could tell it wasn't because there was no hostility between myself and Frank; just love, concern, happiness, and every other positive feeling towards someone you care about. "Tell me, has anything changed around campus? Treatment you receive from others?"

"Gallagher's lightened up. He gave us a mini fridge to borrow while Frank was sick so I wouldn't have to leave him for ice packs or anything. He also let me stay in the room even though I could have gotten sick myself." I said happily. "Maybe I was too hard on him."

"What have you learned?"

"That maybe I shouldn't judge people before I get to know them or see things from their point of view. But I learned that last week with you." I said, half smiling, half worried about his reaction.

"What did you think of me when you saw me?" There was no hostility in Brian's voice at all.

"Well I came in here closed minded because I had bad experiences with therapy before. When I saw you I was a little apprehensive because you don't look like a therapist at all." Brian laughed slightly as I continued. "Your jeans and regular shirt though eased my tension about having to come here, which I didn't want to do. As we talked, I realized that you weren't at all like my old therapist; you're a hell of a lot better."

"Thank you." Brian said with a smile. "Do you think it's good you come here?"

"I think, I know, it's helping me." I said. It was hard for me to confess but it's the truth. I don't feel so angry or hostile or depressed anymore. Of course those emotions were still there, they always would be, but they weren't controlling me anymore; I was controlling me.

"Do think I'm good for Gerard?" Brian asked Frank who was caught off guard. He had just been sitting there listening, holding my hand for support and for love. Frank nodded but just like he was with me, that wasn't good enough for Brian. "Why?"

"What?" Frank sounded a little nervous to be asked questions.

"Why do you think I'm good for your boyfriend?" Brian was still as calm and caring as ever.

"I think he enjoys seeing you." Frank said quietly, searching for the right words to say. "He seems happier and he's talking to me about it too." I felt my cheeks warm a little with embarrassment again, I had no idea why. "I've only known Gerard for probably two months but I've noticed a change in his attitude over the past week. I don't think he's worried about holding everything in now."

"Do you agree with Frank?" Brian turned to me again.

"You helped me realize that talking about my feelings helps me with them." I admitted even if I didn't want to. "Holding everything inside not only hurt emotionally but it would hurt physically too. I would get these really bad headaches or I would feel nauseous. Now I really don't." Brian smiled as though he helped me come to some sudden realization; which in a way, he had. "I'm really glad I have someone to talk to when you're not here too." I squeezed Frank's hand a little indicating I meant him, which I'm sure he would have figured out anyway, and he returned the squeeze with understanding.

"How do you feel about Frank?" It was a question I was in no way prepared for and Brian knew it. I felt like I had suddenly been put on the spot, and if I said the wrong thing, I might lose him. I didn't at all want to answer him and I wished he didn't ask me.

"I love him." I said but of course that wasn't good enough for Brian.

"Why?" He asked and I could sense that Frank was getting somewhat uncomfortable with the situation.

"First of all, he's gorgeous." Frank and Brian both laughed a little and I smiled. I had to start light before I racked my brain to think of the proper way to describe how I felt. I knew it was an amazing, strong, feeling but I couldn't seem to find the words to let others know the true feeling I had inside. "But there's so much more to than that."

"Tell me." Brian looked at me with curiosity but in no way like he was grilling me or trying to get me to slip up and lose everything I had. He just simply wanted to know.

"It's hard to explain. Like, there aren't words to do how, what, I feel justice."

"Try your best."

"I love Frank for many reasons. He's kind and compassionate for one. I know that he truly cares about me by the way he got so upset when I attempted to kill myself and when I had that dream I told you about. I feel comfortable and relaxed when I'm around him; I feel loved and like I have a purpose in life for once. I've never felt like I had a purpose." Brian nodded, taking in everything I said. I was too nervous to look at Frank or try and figure out how he perceived the situation. "Before, even when I was with Bert, I never thought anyone would take the time to make sure I was taken care of or truly worried about my well being. Last week when you told me to talk to Frank about how I feel, I was apprehensive because I always thought that if I shared my feelings with others, I was making myself vulnerable and an easy target for pain."

"How did you feel when you talked to Frank?"

"I knew, somehow I knew, that I was safe by talking to him. I knew, I know, that he won't hurt me on purpose or use anything I tell him against me. I was so relieved when he wanted to listen, because no one has before unless they were getting paid to. He makes me feel like a human being." By this point I completely forgot Frank was sitting right next to me. My thoughts, my soul, was pouring out and I couldn't stop it. "All I want to do is be around him because I feel like myself when he's around. I don't feel the need to hide or cover up who I am because I know he won't judge me."

"I hate to stop you, but we're almost out of time." Brian said, looking to his watch. "Do you mind if I talk to Frank alone?" My mind snapped back to reality and I realized again that Frank was sitting next to me. When I looked at him, he looked like he wanted to cry and I was afraid because I thought I said the wrong thing.

"If he wants to." I told Brian. Frank nodded so I let go of his hand, kissed his head, then left the office to sit in the familiar waiting area. Gallagher saw me and stood up, looking a little confused because Frank wasn't with me. "Brian wanted to talk to Frank." Gallagher apprehensively nodded then sat back down, myself sitting next to him. Neither of us said a word because it wasn't needed. We just sat and waited.

About ten minutes later Frank and Brian came out, shaking hands as a good bye before joining myself and Gallagher. "Hope to see you again Frank." He said and Frank smiled then nodded before coming over to me as I realized I was standing. "I'm sorry Gerard, but I can't meet next week. Is that a problem?"

"Um....no?" I didn't exactly know what to say to him.

"Good. I'll see you after Halloween then." Gallagher and Brian went into his office, no doubt for Brian to share my meeting again, while Frank took my hands and stared at me.

"Did you really mean all that?" He asked, smiling warmly, still on the verge of crying.

"Of course." I smiled back at him and I realized his almost tears weren't of sorrow or pain but of extreme joy. "That and so much more. Like I said, there aren't words great enough to tell you how I truly feel." Frank let go of my hands and put his arms around my neck, pulling me down to him and kissing me with more passion than I had ever felt before in my life. "Let's go back to our room." Frank whispered and I knew he had plans on his mind which I wasn't going to object to. Holding his hand again, we left the building and made our way back to the dorm.

The guard frisked us when we got back, two minutes to spare, then let us go to the room. "I'm going to let Ray know we're back." I told Frank who nodded, letting go of my hand, and went back to our room while I made my way to Ray's.

"Don't be too long." He called over his shoulder and I laughed. Right before I reached Ray's room though, I heard loud noises coming from a bedroom down the hall. Curious, I made my way towards the room and realized that it was just two boys fucking, which was nothing new in our dorms (at least not for me). They had their door partially open though so I figured I would save the straight boys by shutting it.

Reaching for the handle to pull the door shut, I caught a glimpse of inside the room. My heart nearly stopped. Inside was Lance; dick crammed up someone's ass.

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A/N---- EPIC PLOT TWIST xD

sorry this chapter is so long; writing is my way of venting and I'm pretty upset at the moment about a bunch of stuff so I just kinda kept writing and writing. I have chapters done for like all my stories actually becuase of my extreme venting.

OMG. If you like to read stuff about gays, I recommend the books Rainbow Boys, Rainbow High, Rainbow Road, and Boy Meets Boy. The Rainbow ones are a series but the other is one I finished last night. BMB is like really spiritual and opens your mind up.

Anyway, NEXT chapter will be Frank's birthday. And I have some EXTREME drama planned for this story for those of you who like it xD

and I'm rambling....again

xoxo Tabi