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Frerard: Starbucks 8~Gerard's POV~I helped Frank up and got Mikey to help me walk him to the car. Frank kept insisting he was fine but I was just worried.I'm acting like an over protective motherI thanked Mikey and he went back to class, I climbed into the car and sat in the back next to Frank. It was only ten o'clock so we couldn't leave school already
"Frank are you okay?""No Gerard I'm not okay" He said sounding pissed off."Do you want me to get help or..?""No I'm fine, It's just.. Why can't they just leave us alone? We never do anything to them""I don't know Frankie.. It's just not fair""I hate homophobes"He looked like a thee year old when he frowned and poutedHe slowly slid over the leather seat and hugged my chest, I slowly placed kisses on his head. Before he sat up again and placed a kiss on my lips, I could feel the cold metal of his lip ring pressing on my lip, I slowly ran my tongue across his bottom lip and cross his piercing below he opened his lips and let my t
Frerard: Starbucks 6~Franks POV~I sat at the dinner table with a smile plastered across my face, I ate quickly and put my plate up on the bench."Someone's in a rush" Mum said laughing "Whats the hurry""Oh nothing really
I'm just happy""Well I guess that's good""Thanks for dinner"I ran back upstairs and put on some music, I really didn't like going to school but now I get to see Gerard, I stayed up late doing some maths homework I had almost forgot about.~Gerard's POV~I stayed up late drawing, I couldn't sleep but I was so tired.Mikey was asleep on my bed quietly snoring.~Frank's POV~I got up really early and had a shower, I wanted to look really nice for Gerard.I sound so lameI fixed my hair perfectly down the side on my face and put on some eyeliner. Carefully picked out a shirt instead of grabbing one off the floor and wore my tightest jeans.~Gerard's POV~The thought of seeing Frank made leaving the house more bearable, Mikey kept asking me if I wa
Frerard: Starbucks 5~Gerard's POV~I slowly walked down to my room with my coffee in hand. It felt as if the happiness in my life was just slipping away with every step. Every time my foot reaches the ground, I feel it echo through my body, it's like the echo of my heartbeat. The darkness was creeping back into my head, It used to happen a few times when I inadvertently let my guard down and let my mind wander but now it's everyday, all the time, I can't get away from it.I couldn't escape it.Concentrate Gerard, Think of nothing. That way you won't think of something you shouldn't.I'm sitting in my room trying to draw but I'm jittery and twitchy, I can't keep still.It's just the coffee, it's just the coffeeI decide to go back upstairs, I know Mikey is home now. It's been hours since Frank left. Time does that to me. It creeps up.~"Hey Gerard" Mikey says happily,I can here the hope in his voice, he is hoping I reply with the same tone."Hi"But I don't,"Gerard?"He knows."Yeah
Frerard: StarbucksHi, I'm FrankI hate schoolI love musicI sound like the normal average kidBut also I like boys, yes I am a homosexualAnd like a snap no body wants to talk to me.~I am having one of those days where you wake up to your mother yelling to tell you to get up,You roll over and moan,What seems like 30 seconds goes by and she is back, yelling, again something about breakfast is ready or you're going to be late.Oh, the joyYou moan again and don't get up,Eventually she is furious and yelling across the house so you drag your self out of bed,Then grunt in response.Just kill me now.I sit at the table inhaling the spicy scent of my coffee,It smells great but tastes like dish water. I had tossed and turned all night,I really didn't want to go to school.These guys have been giving me a rough time and the teachers don't care.Got to love it.Eventually I have downed a whole three glasses of 'coffee'I walk to the bathroom and have a shower, brush my teeth
All That I've Got: Chapter OneI watched the boy walk to his locker, pulling his hair further into his eyes, he ducked and moved out of the other student paths. He hung his head down and loosely held his books on his hip. The other people in the halls were starting to file off the class, he slowly walked towards the locker and attempted to open it, after trying several times he slammed his fist into it and it swung open. I flinched and wondered if his hand hurt as I leant again my locker on the opposite side of the hallway within earshot of him, I managed to hear him swear to himself before shaking his hand and sighing, but I have good hearing.The boy threw his books into the locker before reaching and grabbing different ones, he turned towards me and began to walk to his next class, chemistry the class he hated most
I had heard him complaining to one of his friends about it, last week. I turned to my locker, opened it and hoped he didn't notice I had been watching him."Gerard, you're going to be late. You w