Good morning

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I walked into Frankie's house, looking around in interest. He lead me upstairs and opened a door to his bedroom. I noticed posters on the walls and they reminded me of Mikey's.

"What's those?" I asked, pointing to them.

"Band posters," he said.

"Bands like...like rubber bands?" I asked.

"No, like bands for music," he said.

I stared at him blankly. "What's music?"

Frank's eyes widened as he shook his head.

"You have been missing out, my friend," he said.

He grabbed something and opened it up. I watched in amazement as we sat on the bed.

"What is it?" I asked.

"This is a laptop, sweetheart," he said.

"Wow," I muttered.

He did a lot of things and I saw the logo for YouTube again. He pressed some things and I heard something start playing. It was beautiful, like nothing I've heard before.

"What's this?" I asked.

"This, my innocent little fairy, is the Ramones," he told me.

"Ramones," I repeated quietly.

He laughed and nodded. I watched the screen in interest as the music played through the laptop.

"I like it," I said.

"Good, I thought you might," Frank said, pulling me down into his lap.

I giggled as he held my paci up and I opened my mouth. He popped it in between my lips and gave me my blankie. I listened to the music, feeling his arms warm around me.

"Sleepy," I mumbled.

"Yeah?" He asked and I nodded. "Take a nap, baby."

I closed my eyes as I heard the amazing music being played. Frank hummed quietly as he ran his hand through my hair. He kissed my forehead and I giggled as I opened my eyes.

"Sleeping, Frankie," I muttered.

"Is that so?" He asked.

I nodded, clutching my blankie to my chest. Frank smiled down at me, brushing the hair out of my face.

"You're so pale," he muttered

"Never saw sun before," I said.

"Gonna change that," he said.

Frank kissed my cheek and I blushed.

"Ah, there we go!" He cheered. "Color in your face!"

I pulled the paci out of my mouth and smiled.

"Frankie, you have a pretty smile," I said.

"Thanks, doll, so do you," he said.

I giggled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Frank smiled, ruffling my hair.

"Hold on, sweetheart, let me go to the bathroom," he said.

I got off his lap and he walked out. I look at the laptop in interest, moving my finger across the little square that Frank had. I saw something pop up and my eyes widened. I moved the little pointer thingy to the new place on the side, clicking on it. Something popped up on the screen and my eyes went very wide.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed in disgust.

Frank came in, slamming the laptop shut quickly.

"Fuck, I didn't clear my history," frank muttered to himself. "Now Gee's seen porn."

He looked a little mad and I whimpered.

"You angry with me?" I squeaked. "I'm sorry."

His face softened as he smiled at me. "No, I'm not mad at you, Gee, I'm just mad at myself."

I held my arms up, making grabby hands as he smiled. Frank picked me up before sitting back down so I was cradled in his lap. I yawned softly and he smiled.

"Tired?" He asked. "Take a nap, baby."

I nodded my head as he tucked me into bed and crawled in beside me. I grabbed my paci, popping it into my mouth.

"Want Dee?" I offered.

Frank smiled, cuddling Dee while I clutched my blankie to my chest. The two of us dozed off together peacefully.

A few hours later I woke up and sat up. I looked down at Frank, who was still sleeping peacefully. I poked his cheek gently and giggled when he groaned.

"Morning, Frankie," I whispered.

"Mm, what time is it?" He grumbled.

"Seven at night," I said.

"Shit, I should probably get you home," Frank muttered.

He sat up, grabbing Dee and my blankie. I put my paci into my mouth and grabbed my backpack as we walked out to his car. The music was playing again while we drove, but this time it was a different music.

"Where do you live again?" Frank asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I tried to remember.

"It's, uh, it's near a pond with a little bridge," I said.

He nodded his head as he drove. We parked outside my house and he smiled.

"See you tomorrow, sweetheart," he said, kissing my cheek.

I giggled, grabbing Dee and my blankie and hurrying into the house.

"Gerard Way!" A voice shouted.

I whimpered, looking around. My dad and Mikey came in, both looking relieved.

"Where were you?" My dad asked.

"At Frank's house," I said.

"Gee, you can't just go places without telling someone," he said.

"I can't?" I asked in confusion.

"No, we were worried," my dad said. "I know you don't have a phone but you could've asked to borrow Frank's."

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, looking down in shame.

"It's okay, you didn't know," my dad said, patting my back. "But I got you your phone. I picked one out for you, I hope you like the color."

He handed me a white box and I opened it gently. I picked up the phone, which was white at the front and had a black screen. The back of it was a sort of pinkish-goldish color. I pressed the button but nothing happened. I whined, shoving it into mikey's face.

"It's broken!" I exclaimed.

My dad chuckled, shaking his head. "Mikey, teach your brother how to use a phone, put in both our numbers too."

He lead me up to his bedroom and sat down on the bed.

"Okay, first of all, this is your charger," he said, holding up a little plug with a wire. "You charge your phone when the battery is running low."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you don't want to run out of battery," he explained.

"No, I meant why does my phone have to have a battery?" I clarified. "Why can't they have a phone without a battery?"

"Oh...I don't know," Mikey mumbled. "Anyways, these are your earbuds, you plug them into the phone and put these parts in your ears and sound will come it so only you can hear it."

I nodded, looking at it. Mikey held down a button at the side and the phone came to life. I gasped, looking at it in interest. Mikey taught me all sorts of things until we were called for dinner.

"So, what'd you do at Frank's house, Gee?" My dad asked.

"Well, first we listened to music then we slept together," I said.

Mikey snorted and my dad looked at me.

"Do you mean that you fell asleep together?" he asked.

I nodded my head and he sighed in relief.

"Why?" I asked, frowning in confusion.

Mikey and my dad looked at each other.

"The birds and the bees," Mikey snickered.

"Well, I wasn't sure what else to say when I gave you the talk," my dad said.

"what's the talk?" I asked.

"How's your food, Gee?" My dad asked.

"It's good," I said, taking a bite.

It was quiet for a moment as we all ate.

"So, you said you listened to some music," Mikey said, "Was that your first time listening?"

I nodded my head and smiled.

"How was it? Who'd you listen to?" He questioned.

"The Ramones," I said. "They were so good!"

"I should take you to a concert," Mikey said. "I'm sure you'd love it."

I nodded my head, but I didn't really know what that was. We finished eating and I went up to my bedroom. I pulled my book out of my backpack and frowned. It was such a big book and I didn't like it but Mr. McDonald told me I had to. I opened the first page, but then scowled and shut it again.

"Boring," I muttered.

Instead, I got up and looked at my suitcases. I pushed them up nicely against the wall, staring at it before I pulled one of them out. I dug through it until I pulled out my favorite dress. It was pastel pink and silk with tulle under the skirt. I smiled, holding it against my body as I looked into the mirror.

"Frank would love this dress," I said to myself quietly.

I smiled, laying it out nicely onto the edge of my bed. I put my suitcase back against the wall. I changed into my jammies, crawling into bed and turning off the lights as I heard voices.

"What's up with Gee's mom again?" Mikey asked. "What happened that made her go so crazy?"

"I don't know, exactly," my dad replied. "I was holding Gee when he was only a few months old. I was watching tv, watching the news, actually. They were talking about some shooting and his mom walked in and completely freaked out. She said something about keeping our son safe and innocent from this world."

"Why'd you let her take him?" He asked.

"I didn't," my dad denied. "I went to work and when I got home there was a note saying they left and all their stuff was gone. I tried looking for them but when his mom doesn't want to be, she won't be found. God, she was so crazy about raising our son to be sweet and innocent and protected but I never thought she would do anything like that."

My lip quivered, eyes filling with tears.

How could they say such mean things about my Mama?

"Poor Gee, he's been so sheltered and now that he's in the real world, he has no clue what he's doing," Mikey muttered.

Why would he say something mean like that?

I whimpered, grabbing my paci and Dee. I wiped my tears as I heard their voices stop.

"Want my Mama," I whispered. "Miss Mama."

I thought about my words and scowled quietly. I did want my Mama and I missed her so much, but right now I really wanted someone else.

"I want my Frankie."