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Chapter 3

~Frank's POV~

I let out a slight moan. Everything hurt and Icouldn't really remember much of last night. All that I could remember was getting kicked out of my house because I was gay, breaking in to retrieve some of my things, and then racing off towards Mikey's house. I didn't really feel like opening my eyes so I just sat and listened to the sounds around me. Iheard a rhythmic breathing that wasn't my own. I also heard the gentle beat of a heart monitor. FUCK! That's right! Suddenly all of the missing memories from last night came flooding back to me.

I bolted up right from my lying position on the bed. I quickly took in my surroundings. I was in a white room, a hospital room to be exact. I was sitting in a small twin sized bed for patients. I looked to me left to see Mikey sitting in a chair. I took in his appearance. His usually straight, brown, flat hair was completely messed up and he seemed to have fallen asleep with his glasses on because they now lay crooked on his face. Ilet out a slight laugh only to be sent into a coughing frenzy. After calming myself down I called Mikey's name.

"Mikey!" He jolted awake and glanced at me. He gave a look of surprise when he saw me smiling at him like Ialways do.

"Frank! Oh my god, you're awake!" He jumped from his chair and came to stand next to me. He was looking at me like he was trying to say something but he couldn't find the right words.

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a pouting look. "Come on out with it Mikey. I know you have something to say, so just say it already." He gave me a defeated look and opened his mouth to start speaking when a man with shoulder length black hair walked into the room grumbling about monkeys and coffee machines. In each hand he held acup of coffee with a Starbucks label on it. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. This man was so cute, but no where near as cute as my teacher.

I sighed again. I really had to get over him and just move on. It's not like anything would be able to happen. He was 21, my teacher, and he has a boyfriend. The odds were once against, like they were last night. I slumped down in my bed and decided to focus on the sexy new comer.

I looked at the other two men in the room and an awkward silence fell over us. This was just so weird. We were all just looking at the other expecting someone else to start the conversation. Mikey drew in a sharp breath to signal us that he was going to be the brave social one.

"Frank," he addressed me, "this is my older brother Gerard. Gerard this is my friend, Frank." I gave Gerard what ithought was an award winning smile. It then donned on me that this was the man I wreck my bike in front of. I couldn't help the blush that spread across my face at this realization. It was just so embarrassing.

"Awwww... Mikey! Look! He's blushing!" My head snapped up to look at Gerard, as my blush no doubt grew to adarker shade. "Mikey! He's just so cute!" Gerard leaned over and ruffled my hair. I could faintly hear the heart monitor's pace increasing as Gerard brought his face closer to mine. I didn't know why but he just made my heart flutter. Igave him a shy grin in return for his praising.

"So Frank," my attention returning to Mikey, "are you going to tell me why I had to run outside during the night to rescue my friend who should have been at home playing mindless video games or trying to remember what the homework was?"

"Yeah," I let out another sigh."About that..." I trailed off. I looked at Gerard wondering if I really wanted him knowing that I was gay or not. He was bound to find out sooner or later, so why not sooner.

"I told them...I told my parents that I was gay, and so they kicked me out. I was going to call you and see if it was okay to live with you for a bit but I couldn't find my phone. I broke into my bedroom to retrieve it and I ended up falling on my way to the window, alerting my parents down stairs that there was something or rather, someone in the house. One of them, I don't know which, started to come up the stairs. I didn't have time to think so I jumped out the window and climbed onto my bike as fast as I could. I ended up wrecking my bike on the way there, but I guess you knew that."

I looked up expecting Mikey to have a look of rage on his face, for me acting to foolishly, but he didn't. It was alook of pity. He sat down on the bed next to me and wrapped me in a hug. I gave him a small hug back. He always seemed to know how to make me feel better. Ifelt the other side of the bed dip slightly and another pair of arms wrap around me. A wave of coffee and cigarettes washed over my senses. It smelled delightful and it made me want more. The door to the room burst open again and Mikey jumped off of me. He was always trying to convince people that he wasn't gay, and that he didn't have a thing for me. I didn't mind though. It was just a Mikey thing. I leaned into Gerard's warm embrace. It was oddly comforting and it made me feel safe.

He shifted so he was sitting behind me and my back was leaning on his chest. It was at this time I became aware of several different things. One, I had a cast on my left leg. Two, Gerard was comfier than any pillow i had ever slept on. Three, I desperately hoped that he wouldn't be moving anytime soon and just how tired I really was. I looked up at the intruder and it was Mr. Toro, the music teacher from my school who I was in love with. I felt a blush slowly creep it's was onto my face but I was so tired that I didn't really care. I just leaned back against Gerard resting my head on his shoulder.

"Frankie!" I partly opened my eyes; I hadn't even noticed I had closed them. I laid my eyes on Mr. Toro. I couldn't help but let a soft smile grace my lips at the sight of his fro. "Frank, are you alright? You look a little red." I felt a hand press against my forehead and I new it wasn't Mr. Toro's; his hands were rough from playing the guitar for so many years. The hand on my head had a faint smell of cigarettes, and was quite smooth.

"He does feel a bit warm," the body from under me admitted. I felt Gerard's voice rumble through his chest vibrating my body in the processes. I was just too comfy to care about anything at the moment. I nuzzled my face into the crook or Gerard's neck. I was starting to fall asleep to the sound of Gerard's breathing and Mikey arguing with Mr. Toro about whether or not someone should get a nurse. I was more than half asleep when I heard a voice whisper in my ear.

"Sleep well my fallen angel. Tomorrow is a new day," and sleep well I did.