Gravity don't mean too much to me...

No matter what

[Gerard's pov]

After a sad story, a couple sobs and bone-crushing hugs from frank. We were walking back to his house.

I haven't talked since I told him about what I've been through.

Depression and thing of such were always a touchy subject, mainly because I've had a firsthand encounter with these types of things.

Depression.
Anxiety.
Suicide.
Self harm.
Sexuality.
Sexuality?
I look at Frank and I's hands, tightly intertwined.
Yes, definitely sexuality.

"Are you okay, Gee?" Frank asks, looking up from his phone.

"What? Oh, yeah." I say.

"We're here." He says, putting his phone back in his pocket and pulling away from my hand.

I frown at the loss of contact but I quickly subside it.

Frank pulls out his keys, which have a tiny guitar on them, and opens the door.

"Come on in, Gee. My parents are usually on business trips, so they aren't here." He says before walking into his house.

I follow shortly after him, shutting the door behind me, I follow frank to what I presume, the kitchen.

"Ya like apple juice?" He questions, already grabbing one for himself.

"Yeah." I reply quietly.

"Gee, you can wait up in my room if you wanna, it's the first door on the right once you go upstairs. I won't be long." He states before going into the living room.

"I have spare clothes, I'm gonna go change." I reply before going upstairs.

I get to Frankie's room, open the door, and plop myself onto his unmade bed.

I pull my bag off of my back and get out my Misfits t-shirt and a black hoodie.

I pull my tie off and throw it behind me.

I grab the top of my shirt and unbutton it.

As I get my shirt off, Frank just happens go walk in and drop his apple apple juice.

"Fuck, Frank." I sigh, covering myself up.

"Fuck, Gee..." He says seductively, biting his lip, not making any attempt to pick up his apple juice.

"What?!" I shout, anxiety and frustration lingering in my voice.

He says nothing.

"Well? Say something, do something, just don't stare holes into my ugly skin." I say, staring him in the eye.

Somehow we'd ended up only a couple centimetres away from each others faces.

I wait blankly for him to respond.

But he cups my face and flickers his eyes from my own to my lips, without hesitation he leans in and kisses me softly, but passionately.

I hum in response before kissing him back.

I didn't know I needed him this much...