I see how it is. Gerard is like an absent-minded professor who goes into his mind all of the time, wrapped up in his visions of what he can create, and forgets about people sometimes, or how to socialize with them, and Frank can't relate.
Hey, this was helpful, cause I'm taking creative writing in ninth grade this year. At least I know what I'm in for... oh, and Frank's pretty funny in this, too. Ahahaha, ;)
I really like it. I like the real way the wires got crossed, like things tend to do. The only thing is, I couldn't see why Frank was feeling like Gerard loved his stories more then he loved him.