Writing This Was The Second Gayest Thing I've Ever Done.

"What're you doing in here, Gerard?" Frank asked.

Frank didn't know if it was normal for pretty teenage boys to be hiding in the high school janitors closet, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

"Oh, I come here sometimes to think," Gerard answered, "It's hard to think while being surrounded by noisy morons."

Gerard grinned and Frank chuckled.

"Indeed it is." Frank replied.

In which Frank gets locked in the school janitors closet expecting to find some old mops and some pretty nasty smells, but instead finds Gerard.