Frank P.O.V

He smiled at me, almost giving me a heart attack. To think that I had shared a bed with him; it was almost a dream come true. He hadn't taken advantage of me, that was a bonus.
I adored the idea of spending the day with him, unless he sent me home after I had finished eating.

"So, what do you want to do today?" He asked, setting his glass down on the counter. He rested his chin in the palms of his hands, hopeful eyes watching me. He wanted me to stay, and in all honesty, I wanted to stay with him.

"What did you have in mind?" My voice trembled anxiously, he chuckled, standing up straight with an attractive stretch of his arms.

"I have monopoly, or we could deliberate physics equations. Or, we could solve world hunger." His eyebrows were raised, his hands on his hips, that unmistakable smile stuck to his face with glue. He dragged out his words in a low tone, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Shut, up." I giggled, his laugh was too precious.
Mikey, Gerard's brother, had appeared in the room out of nowhere. He went over to the fridge and pulled out an old green bottle, almost identical to the one that Gerard had taken out. Gerard coughed to make our presence known, Mikey span around on his heel to face him. Then he realised that I was there too.

"Oh, hello. I'm Mikey, Gee's brother. I don't believe that we've met before." He shook my hand, the green bottle gripped in his other. Gerard rolled his eyes, folding his arms.

"I'n sorry that I've ruined your 'get-together' Gerard. I'm sorry that I'm thirsty." They were almost as dramatic as each other.
Mikey, getting the sense that he wasn't wanted, nodded at me in a friendly manner, and swiftly left the kitchen.

"Your brother's nice." I wanted to break the silence, as it was deafening; I didn't like it.
He didn't say a word, instead he hissed like a cat.

"Come on, I'd kill for a brother. I'm an only child."

He looked at me, only for a moment. His eyes told me that he envied me. Deep down I knew that he loved his brother dearly, after all they were blood. It was just that he wanted to be alone with me; and I wanted to be alone with him. Just me and him.

"That's not nice, Gee." I raised an eyebrow, leaning across the counter.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked, immediately changing the subject from him back to me.

"We could go for a walk? In the woods, I mean, the town isn't exactly a nice place." I suggested, raising my hands above my head.

"Sure. Do you want to get changed? You don't appear to be wearing suitable outdoor attire. I'll call for you in an hour." He stretched again, his words mixing with a wince.
I nodded, jumping down from the barstool and tucked it under the counter. He led me to the door, and watched as I tied my shoelaces with great difficulty. I felt his inner monologue laughing, taunting me for not being able to do what a seven-year-old often can.
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Pushing my front door open, I was greeted by the stern face of my 'worried' mother. She threw her arms around me, strangling me a little with her strong grip.

"I have been so worried about you Frankie! Where did you go? Where did you stay?" She blubbered, trying to sound like she actually cared for me. I took it that her colleagues told her that I was going through a 'phase', and a little love would bring me back to 'normality'.

"Neighbour's house." I said simply, trying to push her off me. I didn't want her fake love, I just wanted her to go away. To find somebody else to abuse.

"And what were you doing there? You're supposed to come home!"
I wanted to lie, I wanted to make up a whole story- that Gerard and I did things. Those things were unholy- according to her, and even though she tried to accept that eventually her son would do such an ungodly act, she couldn't really bring herself to do so. But- as Gerard was one of the nicest people who had ever graced my presence, I merely shrugged.

"Frankie, you need to tell me what you were doing. I'm your mother! I worry about you." The crocodile tears were pouring out.

"You don't care, admit it." I couldn't help but laugh, as I left her 'sobbing' in the lounge, whilst I went upstairs to put clean clothes on. In my opinion, my jeans were still wearable. Except for the little grass stains on my knees. My black trench coat hung on the back of my door. In a half-asleep state I would always imagine that it was somebody standing in my room. Watching me. Listening to me breathe. Maybe, from time to time, it was a real person. And I always hoped in the back of my mind that it was some murderer, so that I could slip away into the back of people's minds and be left alone.

There was a knock at the front door, and I heard my mother scurry to open it. Only God knows who she had thought it was. I heard her sigh as I neared the bottom step, Gerard's charming voice filled my ears.

"Hi, is Frank there?" He asked in a cheery manner.
She hesitated, but I was already behind her. I brushed her gently aside, accompanying Gerard down the overgrown garden path.
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Song Of The Chapter- Cardiology by Good Charlotte

A.N
So, I'm having difficulty writing. I don't know why, but I just am. And, I was wondering if you guys really really wanted me to carry this on. Because idk, I just feel like -_- < this face for some reason. Anyway, hope you kinda enjoyed this chapter, even though I know that it's rather difficult to do so.