Drowning Lessons

Frank's P.O.V.

Another day. Another beating.

I looked down at my worn out, shitty ass shoes as I closed my locker, keeping sure to avoid eye contact with anyone and everyone.

I felt a sudden push from behind me, I turned around.

"Hey, Gerard. What's up?"

He smiled. God... what a beautiful smile... I smiled back.

We stood in silence for a couple minutes. Oh, the voices in the hallways were deafening.

He finally piped up:

"What class do you have now?"

I shrugged.

"Biology," I grimaced, "we have to cut open frogs. I don't see the point in it, personally..."

Gerard nodded. I saw him look down at his watch. He has beautiful hands... so... white and graceful...

"Are you feeling up to it? Because, if you aren't..." he trailed off and smiled that devillish smile. Oh, that smile...

"Oh, God, save me!" I joked. I nodded in confirmation and we strolled out the side doors.

We walked closely beside each other. His hand touched mine quickly, I inhaled sharply... I actually hoped it was intentional. If so, I think I am in love...

Is it so wrong to love a dude?

I get the shit kicked out of me everyday, what harm would it do to know?

I was lost in my thoughts.

Oh, right... You could be murdered by some retarded homophobic. It's happened before.

"It has," I mumbled out loud.

Gerard glanced at me, "Huh?"

I blinked, "Oh... Nothing," I blushed slightly. I want him so. Bad.

This is the guy I'd known my entire life... how long had I been holding on to these feelings? I had no idea. As far as I was concerned, it was too long. Why hadn't I said something yet? Deep down I knew he wouldn't be weirded out or anything... He'd had more boyfriends than I had of any kind of relationships. But, still... there was this nagging doubt that I just couldn't let go of...

We kept walking... Before I knew it, we were in some secluded park. We sat on a bench as we sipped our coffee, which we had picked up earlier.

I sat up straight and crossed my legs. I let out a content sigh.

Gerard had his legs crossed too... I looked at his pants...

Those were some nice pants. I want those pants...

I wanna have those pants on my bedroom floor.

I giggled at the thought.

Gerard shot a look at me, "Dude. Are you okay?"

I kept laughing, "Yeah man."

His eyebrow raised, "You suu-uure? Do you have like.. Rabies or something?"

I grinned, "Maa-aaybeh!" I put a finger to the corner of my mouth and cocked my head.

He laughed. I followed.

Gerard's POV

Aw man. That is the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard. That laugh is like the ray of sunshine that beams through my bedroom window. I smiled.

Oh snap:

I'm in love!

I realized we hadn't talked in about five minutes. That didn't matter though, because Frankie is the kind of guy that you could visit with for hours and not say a single word. Nothing was awkward with him. He had been my best friend my entire life... Damn. I didn't want to wreck anything.. but... I didn't want to BE wrecked...

I wonder what Bob, Ray and Mikey would say... I'm sure they'd be cool with it.

I finished off my coffee and threw it in a nearby trashcan. I looked over at Frankie, who happened to be staring at me.

I wonder what he's thinking. I wish I could dive into those chocolate brown eyes.. Water trunks and all.

Too bad I don't know how to swim.

Screw it.. maybe I'll ask him if he'd be willing to give me some drowning lessons...