Lie Awake In Bed At Night

FRANK'S POV:

I can't stop staring at his picture. His drawing actually. It isn't life like or anything. I mean, he wouldn't spend the time on a rael drawing if it was just me. Not that it matters. What am I thinking??

I don't know. But this little chubby cheek drawing of me can't stop me from smiling. I feel really happy and I think I know why but I don't think I can do this.

Fuck.

I gotta breathe. Just breathe. It might not be the reason. But who am I kidding?

Shit.

Breathe. But what if it is true. What if they all hate me for what it is.

Oh fuck!

No. Breathe! They wouldn't because of Gerard. So, so it might not matter right?

Oh fuck I feel sick.

I need a paper bag.

Now.

GERARD'S POV:

Everything is quiet upstairs, which meant Bob, Ray, Frank and Renji have gone. I don't know where Mikey and Jess are. Actually, I can smell food.

Jess is cooking.

No way in hell would you catch Mikey cooking, unless you want melted plastic in your food or something.

But I don't care about them right now, nor about their where abouts. I care about Frankie's where abouts.

Is he freaked out by what I drew and said? Does he hate me now?

I can't have him hating me. My feelings for him are growing every goddamn time I see him. This just isn't fair.

Why doe- Oh hey, This is my favourite part of the movie. I'm watching TNBC.

I want Frank to be my Sally. And I be his Jack.

Oh what a wonderful Nightmare Before Christmas that would be.