My last prewritten chapter

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I skipped down the hallway, where I saw Frank and his friends.

"Hi, Frankie!" I chirped.

He glanced at me, giving me a short nod as he talked into his phone. Frank turned his back and my lip quivered. Ray rubbed my back and smiled.

"Don't take it personally," he said. "He's just talking to his really annoying cousin. He always puts Frank in a bad mood."

I nodded my head, hugging Dee close. Frank hung up the phone and turned, a smile forming on his face as he looked at me. The others walked away, leaving us alone.

"Good morning, Gee," he said. "Pretty dress."

I smiled wide, looking down at my most favorite dress I had worn just for him. I held out my phone proudly.

"Look what I got!" I exclaimed.

He smiled, taking it from my hand. He put something in and I looked and saw the contacts app. I frowned when I didn't see Frank's name. There was Mikey, Dad, and Daddy. I blushed when I realized he was Daddy.

"Now, let me walk you to class," he said.

"Can I put my name into your phone?" I asked.

He nodded, putting in a new contact. I typed in 'GeeBear' and I handed it back.

"adorable," he said.

He walked me to my class and I smiled. I held Dee in my one hand as I smiled.

"Can I go over to your house again after school?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course," he said.

I smiled, reaching over to hold his hand. We walked to my class and I scowled at it.

"I don't wanna go, it's too hard," I pouted.

"I know it is but you have to, sweetheart," he said.

I sighed, giving him a hug. I walked into the classroom and sat across the desk from Mr. McDonald.

A few hours later I hurried to the art room and smiled when I saw Frank sitting our big desk at the back. I grabbed my paper from the drawer and sat beside him.

"Hey, Gee, how was class?" He asked.

"It was okay," I replied. "Mr. McDonald teached me about tectonic plates."

Frank laughed softly. "It's taught, sweetheart."

"What?" I asked

"He taught you about tectonic plates, not teached you," he corrected.

"Oh," I mumbled. "I'm not so good with the English and stuff."

"Oh, that's okay, you'll learn," he said.

I smiled and nodded my head. I looked over at his drawing and it was really good! We were supposed to be drawing someone important to us.

"Who's that, Frankie?" I asked.

"This is my grandpa," he said.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Frank," he said. "Well, Frank I."

"You're Frank II?" I asked.

"Well, Frank III technically but I just got junior instead," he told me.

I smiled happily. "That's interesting. I'm just Gerard. No one else has that name. I just go by Gee, it's shorter and cuter."

"It fits you, short and cute," Frank said.

"I'm taller than you," I said.

He smirked, looking over at my paper. "Who are you drawing?"

I didn't even have a chance to open my mouth when he answered himself.

"Your mom?" He guessed.

I smiled and nodded, looking down at the very sparse paper with a simple outline. I began drawing in colored pencils, taking my time to make sure it looked nice. Class eventually ended and we put away our things. I texted Mikey to tell him I was going to Frank's, with help from Frank himself. Mikey showed me mostly how to use it but I forgot a little.

"What are we gonna do at your house?" I asked.

"I don't know, we'll find out when we get there, I guess," he said.

We drove to his house and we walked up to his room. I sat on his bed and smiled. He went over and took off his sweatshirt, wearing a t-shirt underneath. He tossed the hoodie onto his desk chair and I smiled as I looked at his arms.

"Do you ever get more markers on your arms?" I asked.

"Gee, it's a tattoo," he said as he rolled his eyes.

He sat beside me and I rubbed his arm while he laughed and shook his head.

"It's not gonna come off, sweetheart," he said. "Here, let me show you a video."

Frank opened his laptop, going to YouTube and typing some things. A video started and I shrieked in fear when I saw the big needle. I covered my eyes, burying my head into his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair as I heard the video stop.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked.

"Don't like needles," I mumbled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Frank apologized.

"I don't wanna get a tattoo," I whimpered.

Frank chuckled quietly. "Baby, you don't have to."

I looked up at him worriedly.

"Promise?" I asked.

"Of course, baby, you don't have to get one if you don't want to," he promised.

I nodded, smiling slightly.

"Want some Doritos?" He offered. "Or maybe some Oreos?"

"I...I don't know what that means," I said.

He smiled, getting up and leaving the room. He came back with a red bag and a blue package.

"You haven't lived, Gee," Frank said. He sat on the bed, ripping open the red bag.

He started playing a cartoon again and I smiled. He held out a powdery triangle and I took it, taking a small bite. It was crunchy and cheesy. I smiled and nodded my head. We watched together, eating the Doritos. I looked at the orange powder on my fingers and held it out for him to see.

"Lick if off, baby," he said.

I stuck the tips of my fingers into my mouth, sucking and tasting how good it was. I giggled quietly while Frank did the same. I sucked on my thumb, smiling happily. Frank pulled my hand away and I pouted.

"Come here, baby," he whispered.

Frank started leaning closer and my eyes widened. I felt his lips against mine suddenly and I completely froze in shock. Frank pulled away slowly, smirking at my burning red cheeks.

"How about some Oreos?" He offered.

I just stared at him.

"Here, try some," he said, putting a little cookie into my hand.

All I could do was stare at him, my cheeks burning red.

"You know, to try the cookie you'll have to actually eat it," Frank said, a smirk still on his lips.

"M-my Mama told me th-that I shouldn't k-kiss people," I finally said. "Sh-she's gonna be m-mad when she f-finds out."

"Did you like it?" He asked.

"B-but Mama--"

"Did you like it?" He repeated.

I nodded stiffly and Frank smiled.

"Then I don't see a problem here," he said.

Frank's hand rested on my cheek as he leaned in, crashing his lips against mine. I stiffened again, but soon gave up and melted into the kiss. Frank's hands ran down to my hips as he pulled me into his lap. I whimpered quietly and he pulled away for a moment as he smirked.

"Guessing you like the kiss?" He whispered.

I kissed him again and he smiled into into. His door opened and Frank pulled away quickly and stood up. I looked at the lady in the doorway as I blushed.

"Mom, this is Gee," Frank said in embarrassment. "Gee, this is my mom."

His mom looked between us with a small smile and I began to feel myself begin to panic.

"Well, hi, Gee," she said.

I stared at her and she gave a small chuckle.

"Okay...well...just keep the door open," Mrs. Iero said, giving me a weird look as I just stared at her.

She raised her eyebrows at Frank, who just shrugged and looked at me. His mom left, leaving the door open. Frank sat next to me with a frown of confusion.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Sh-she's gonna tell Mama we kissed and M-Mama told me I wasn't allowed to kiss people," I whimpered.

"Baby, she doesn't even know your Mama, she won't tell her," he said.

"Pwomise?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded, leaning forward and pressing his lips against mine. His hand tangled into my red hair as the kiss deepened.

"I don't hear a lot of talking!" His mom called from downstairs.

Frank pulled away, muttering under his breath.

"Can't you watch tv or something?!" Frank called back.

We heard some snickering and I smiled.

"Anyways, now that my mom is here and won't leave us alone," Frank said, "I can show you my guitar."

"What's a guitar?" I asked.

Frank laughed, standing up and grabbing something from the corner. It was what I assumed was his guitar, it was yellow and black. He plugged it into a black box and there was a little bit of feedback. He turned a knob and I watched in interest as he sat down in the office chair. Frank's fingers ran over the strings and I gasped. It sounded like music as he started playing something. I crawled over to the box, pressing my ear against the speaker as Frank chuckled.

"Careful, baby, you don't wanna hurt you ears," he said.

I pulled my head up as he continued playing and I looked at the box in amazement. I tapped it while Frank laughed. The music was coming from this box every time Frank moved his fingers. My hands ran over the black box as I smiled.

I heard something else and my head jerked up. Frank was singing something beautiful. I wasn't even paying attention to the words, just about how amazing his voice sounded. I sat up on his desk, suddenly a lot more fascinated by Frank than the magic box.

Frank looked up at me as he sang. I smiled, listening to the beautiful sounds he was making. My heart fluttered as I watched him smile. He stopped suddenly and set his guitar aside. Frank pulled me down into his lap and I smiled.

"That was really good," I said.

"Yeah?" He asked.

I nodded and he smiled, bringing me down into a kiss.