Actions speak louder -Frerard-

Do you know what its like to find an unexpected friend?
One that you learn to love from day one, as a friend, as family, maybe even more?
I do.
I'm Frank Iero and I fell in love with one of my best friends about a week after I had met him.
When I first spoke to him, I thought he'd hate me like everyone else did. Despite being the anti-social one out of my class, I still thought I should try with him. He was new and sitting next to me, he didn't pay much attention to anything, his dark black hair like a shiny curtain hiding his face as he doodles on his pad of paper.
"H-hi." I said, once the whole class had started working and talking. He didn't reply.
"Uh, hello?" I tried again and once again there was no answer.
I sat back, looked at the work in front of me. It was pretty easy, I flew through it and then once again I was bored and feeling slightly social.
I looked over at his drawings, he was drawing a pair of hands in great detail, absolutely perfect and just finishing it off, adding something to the thumb. It was writing.
I looked at my hand and then back at the paper. He was drawing my hands.
He pushed the paper towards me and smiled, his eyes lighting up as he saw my awe at the perfect drawing.
"Wow, this is amazing." I said, looking from the paper to him.
He squinted, tapped his ear twice and shrugged.
He's deaf.
I held my hand in a fist infront of me and tapped my ear in the same gesture, giving his a quizzical look.
"You're deaf?" I asked.
He smiled and nodded. He pointed at me, tapped his forehead and moved his palms in a opposite circling motion in from of him, attempting to speak while he did, only coming out with a few sounds.
'You know sign language?'
I nodded, smiling like a goon now.
I decided to make conversation. I tapped my index and ring finger to my temple before bringing it out in front of me, made a fist and then held out my finger infront of me and shook it, waving it downwards slightly.
"Whats your name?" I asked. I always spoke when I signed, it was habit. I had always learnt to, and its what my family did.
He answered me with just the word, fingerspelling it for me.
'G-E-R-A-R-D'
I copied the motion, quizzing him with my eyes and he nodded, then ran his fingers through his hair, spelling it out again.
I ran my fingers through my own hair. "Gerard?"
He nodded again, then held his hand in a fist.
'Yours?'
I spelt my own name out, saying it after I did and he copied. I nodded. He pulled a face and  ran a finger along the top of his thumb, before spelling out 'FRANKIE'.
I looked at my hand and realised it was actually what was written there.
I smiled and nodded, repeating the gesture.
We sat and signed to each other for a while, asking and answering questions.
At one point, I asked him if he had a hearing aid and how long he had been deaf for. He had replied with 'Yeah, but it's shit. I've been deaf since I was about 18 months.'
There were a couple of things I had to ask him to write down, like his answer to if he could say anything, as he'd been a smart motherfucker and signed the word 'anything' back to me. He had nice handwriting, as he wrote; 'I can kind of say I LOVE YOU and MIKEY, but thats it.'
I decided to write back. 'Mikey? Why Mikey?'
'Its my brothers name'
I nodded and we continued to sign. I asked him for his phone number and he started to laugh. Considering he was deaf, it was a nice, quiet laugh.
Then I realised how stupid it seemed. Asking a deaf person for their phone number. I shook my head suddenly, laughing myself.
"No, for texting!" I said as I comminucated with my hands.
He grinned and wrote it down on the peice of paper, ripping it off and handing it to me. I gave him mine in return.
We got to know eachother a lot from then, sharing a bunch of inside jokes that were extra the inside, seeing as nobody could understand a word we signed. We would text eachother everynight, sometimes staying up just to talk. When we did text was when the more personal questions came out, when we hung, it would just be simple stuff, or when in school, it would simply stay to what we were doing in class or what the teacher said.
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Gerard:
Frank, y'know you're like, my best friend, right?
Frankie:
Yeah..? You're my bestfriend too, I guess. :3
Gerard:
Well, I wanna ask... Are you gay?
Frankie:
WTF MAN?
Gerard:
Sorry! I just wanted to ask...
Frankie:
Well, yeah, I am... :$
Gerard:
So am I...Meet me by the field in 10?
Frankie:
Whoa. Yeah, okay, see you.
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So, thats when the honesty comes in, when I realise that I do love him and that I'm allowed to love him. I rushed putting my converse on, giving my hair a quick brush and darting out the door to meet Gerard.
I saw him from a distance and waved like a maniac, trying to get his attention, I caught his eye and he waved back. I gave up waving and sprinted towards him, he had his arms open, inviting me for a hug and I ran straight into his arms, nearly knocking him over and causing him to make a squeaking type sound. I let go of him and rubbed my chest.
"Sorry."
He smiled and gestured back.
'It's okay.'
We stood for a moment in silence while I got my breath back before Gerard 'spoke'.
Remember I said I could only say two things?
I nodded.
He reached his hands to the of his ears and then pulled them back down.
What did I say I could say?
I signed as well as said the response.
"I love you and Mikey."
He smiled.
You have a nice voice.
I blushed.
"I love you." I said softly, pointing to myself, crossing my arms over my chest with my palms on my shoulders and then pointing to Gerard.
He grinned and pulled me in, landing a soft kiss on my lips and hugging me tight.
"I 'ove yo-ou." He pushed out.
It was close enough.