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Frank's POV
Screw my life. I would die right now if I wasn't stuck in this hell hole they call group sessions.
It was really group therapy. The old school counselor tricked me into it after seeing me bleed on my first day here.
I hate it here.

Its usually just some really stupid rich kids who cry about their parents and how they "keep them from hanging out with friends" translation " Won't give me $130 dollars to go to the mall with my friends" or "My parents walked in on me and now I'm screwed".

Tonight I will stay home with my guitar Pansy. It's Friday so my mom will be out with her friends. It's Friday too, and I spend my days locked up in my room.

"Frank, did you hear me?" I looked up at the wrinkly smile and tangled brown curls in the counselors hair. She pointed at the paper on my desk,

"Who are you?" was the headline , with a bunch on small questions below ,

"1. What's your favorite quote?," I thought for a second and wrote down ""Anyway, I'm sort of glad they've got the atomic bomb invented. If there's ever another war, I'm going to sit right the hell on top of it. I'll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will.- Catcher and the rye."

*
"Where the hell were you Iero?" I heard a familiar voice coming to me. The hazel eyes and beautiful pale skin could be seen from miles in my eyes.
Gerard's smile hit me like a gunshot. I mean we've barely been friends for 4 days and I don't know where my feelings for him are heading.

"Boo!" a hand grabbed my shoulder, it was a girl.

She had pale skin, beautiful green eyes, she wore a black jacket that was lighter than her jet black hair, and her smile was welcoming , but something about her was fragile."Hello Princess,"
Gerard smiled but he looked embarrassed. Was this his girlfriend.

The thought of that made my heart ache.
"Frank, this is Alex," Gerard said, something made him worry, he was keeping something back from me.

She winked, "Gotta go you to love birds. I have detention." She kissed me and Gee and on the cheek and left. Love birds?


"Is she always like that," I said , my fingers touched my lip ring
"Uh ya," he smiled, "Old friend." He looked down at his feet. "Uhh frank do you want to come over tonight?" I smiled , "Ya, can we go back to my place and get my stuff?" It was hard to believe that I was suggesting to go to my place. Who cares mom won't home anyways.

Gerard's POV

The inside of his house was cold, vacant, but had a sense of creativity.
Maybe it was the CD cases on the shelves. The only things I didn't see were little pictures of frank or his dad.
"Come on Gee," Frank grabbed my arm.
He took me into his room.

Posters on his wall, Black Flag, Misfits, Smashing pumpkins, and so much more.
I sat on his stiff bed.

"Is that a Gibson Guitar?" , I was staring at his guitar.
White with gold strings, the words "PANSY" in vibrant letters.
"Yep she's the only thing that really matters here," He picked her up carefully and put her in her case.

He grabbed his bag and I grabbed his guitar case.
"Thanks," the front door opened and Frank got tense.
I grabbed his hand and squeezed.
He deserved better than this hell.

His moms heels clicked up the stairs.
"Hide," He whispered.
I put his guitar on his bed ,
I went into his vacant closet,
I closed it enough for me to see the young guitarist room.

His mom came in, her dark hair was down, and she wore a red cocktail dress.
She grabbed franks arm.
Her fake nails dug into his arm, "Did you skip school today?!"
Frank looked at his feet , his arm started bleeding, and she let go.

She walked out and slammed the front door.
I came out and grabbed franks arm.
"Are you okay?" I traced the scratches.
He shook his head "No I'm not."

Frank's POV
Gerard put band aides on my arm.
I covered them with my black jacket.
We decided it was best to just leave my house.
*

We decided to hang out at the park.
There was a group of kids there.
There was a couple holding hand on the swings.

I could see the girl , she had short black hair, she was short like me but she might be a little taller than me , that made me frown.
She had black skinny jeans, black converse, and her shirt said something .
"Mikey?!, " Gerard said he let go of my hand.

The boy holding hand with the girl with short hair was Mikey.
He blushed and waved.
The girls shirt said "My Chemical Romance" and it matched with her "MCR" wristband.
My Chemical Romance was Mikey's band name.

Well one of them. Mikey made up random band names. This one was my favorite for a band.He only had a guitarst, drummer, and he was the bass player. No vocalist. It was hard to find one where we lived.

The girl and mikey got off the swing. They started walking towards us.
"Uh Gerard this is my girlfriend." Gerard didn't know Mikey had a girlfriend.
Gee said he was the kind of kid who wasn't outgoing.

The girl smiled "I'm Jeanine",
"I'm Mikey's Brother Gerard and this is my friend Frank."
Is that all me and Gerard would ever be?
A familiar face ran up to us.
"Frankie! Gerawrd!" Alex's warm smile welcomed us.

Other kids walked over here.
This is probably the first time people were around me that did want to beat me.
Gerard grabbed my hand again.
Why did I ever doubt you?

"Okay Gerard," Alex looked at Gerard then me" Frank, this is Ray,"
Ray had a big ,red , fro, metallica shirt, he looked older than Gerard."I'm the guitarist in the band."

A girl stood next to him she was trying to touch his hair. Alex giggled, " This is Robyn," Robyn was a short brown haired girl, her shirt had a rainbow with a unicorn on it, red converse, she had glasses, and dark blue skinny jeans.

The other blonde haired boy with a lip ring introduced himself.
"I'm Bob, I'm the drummer in Mikey's band."

Mikey had it all together.
All of his friends liked us.
We barely even got to talk to Mikey.

Mikey was holding hands and walking around the park with his girlfriend.
Why couldn't I be normal? Why was I gay? Why could I love someone I barely knew and would never love me back?

The night went on. We all just talked about bands and comics.
Gerard held my hand the whole time.
Life couldn't be better.