Confessions

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{Gerard's POV}

I waited anxiously for Frank to show up.

He would be here any minute.

What did he have to talk to me about?

Was it something important?

A thought crossed my mind for a moment.

No.

He wouldn't.

He wouldn't break up with me.

Not after everything.

I told him I loved him and he said it back.

So he couldn't be breaking up with me.

I shook my head to get the thought out of my mind.

I was just being stupid now.

Stupid and dramatic.

"Gerard!" My mum called.

I was a little grateful for the interruption.

"Frank's here!"

I suddenly felt the strange sensation of deja vu.

There was a knock on my bedroom door.

I stood up as it opened and Frank appeared from behind it.

He smiled when he saw me and I couldn't help but grin back.

"Hey," He shut the door behind him.

"Hi..." I blushed slightly.

What was wrong with me?

Why did I always get so nervous and giggly around him still?

Maybe it was just a reminder of how gay I was.

Yeah, sounded right.

I was fine with that.

Although, I didn't exactly need a reminder.

I had Frank for that.

He moved in front of me and laced his fingers through mine.

My heart was already racing as he leant up and kissed me lightly on the lips.

He smiled and pulled away.

"How uh..." I was already lost for words, "How are you feeling?"

He shrugged and swayed our hands a little.

"Alright, I guess."

"Did the day off help?"

He suddenly grew tense and his hands stopped swaying.

I frowned as he avoided my eye contact.

What was going on?

"Uh yeah... Sure."

He was already uncomfortable so I thought I'd go the full mile.

"Why did you have the day off? What's going on?"

He dropped my hands abruptly.

I frowned at him.

Sighing, he raked a hand through his hair and went over to my bed.

I watched as he sat down and kept his gaze on the floor.

I wasn't too sure what to do.

I cautiously sat down next to him and waited.

What was this all about?

Had something happened?

He was fiddling with his hands so I placed one of mine over his.

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