RIP Frank - Freard*Gerard's POV*It's Halloween and raining and my parents have gone out. Me and Mikey are watching TV in the lounge when there is a knock at the door.'Damn kids.' Mikey says, even though he's ten.I get up to answer the door. Frank is standing there, soaking wet and shivering. 'Can I come in?' He shivers. He has a nose bleed and a black eye.'Sure.' I stand aside and let him into the house.'What're you doing, it's freezing?' I say.'Had and argument with Dad, can I stay here tonight?' He says, his hair is dripping onto the carpet Mom got fitted yesterday. SHe'll have a screw at me if it's wet.'What do you mean by 'fight'?' He's been my boy friend for years, I know what's coming.'Literally. He got angry at Mom so I protected her and he hit me a couple of times.' He looks so cute right now, so scared and fragile.'C'mon, let's get you some dry clothes.' I lead him up to my room.I search through my closet to find something small enough to fit him. I eventually find some black jeans an
Freard 5I shove Frank off me to answer my cell.'What the hell are you doing? You aren't at school! I came in to look for you. I have something I need you to take care of.''What is it? The usual?''No, I owe some guys in New York City some money and I need you to get it to them. I'll send you the details. Just do it,' now her voice turns soft, 'And if you do it well, I have something for you.''Okay, send me the stuff, I'll do it now, miss.''Okay, bye Gerard.'I put the phone down.'Who was that? Your girlfriend?'I shrug my shoulders, 'Something like that.''Oh, I didn't mean to-''It doesn't matter. What matters is she doesn't find out.'My phone goes. I open the text message:Jack Keller (there's a photo)Meet him on 42nd Street by the entrance to the subway.Tell him I'll have the money by thursday.DO NOT screw up, you know what'll happen.'Where are you going?' Frank asks.'Where are WE going. I need someone incase it gets ugly. We're going to New York City.''Cool, I was born there.'
Freard 4'So?' He says it so innocently, like there's nothing wrong with it.'So it's my pants.' I say, trying desperately to get out of this.'Your point is?''It's my pants.''We're both guys, it's not like i haven't seen one before.''Why do you want to look? It's not normal.''The thing is- I like you.''I kinda gathered that when you started talking to me instead of beating me up, but-' It takes me a few seconds to realise what he means, 'Oh, you LIKE like me?'He just looks me up and down - oh god, he's checking me out.'Uh, I, um have to, like, go. Fuck, I'm sorry-'Just suddenly he kisses me, he tastes of alcohol.I have no idea how long we are like this, it could've been three minutes or an hour, all i know is it wasn't long enough. But my cell phone rings - Bethany
Freard 3He holds my hand as he takes me through the backstreets of Belleville, I don't know where he's taking me or what he's planning - but I like this element of mystery. He suddenly stops when we get to an old shabby-looking house it's three stories and about half the width of my house. He opens a tiny hatchway and slides through. I follow but get stuck on a nail. Ow.'Haha! You retard!' He laughs.'Would you mind?' I ask, signaling mith my eyes to get me down.'Here,' He lifts the front of my pants up - I'm not sure of the way he's touching me. But before I can act on it I slide down the wall and land on him, pushing him over. I realise I've scrached across my eye on the nail and it's bleeding.'Haha! You look like you should be in Misfits!' He pushes me off. I see we are in a large concrete room, a bit like a jail cell but without the bars - it even has serial killers in here! Wonderful.'You okay?' He says - I was smiling to myself like a freak.'Fine, where are we?''My house?''You liv