The next morning I was just pushing in the pull out couch when Gee walked in. He still wore just my black t-shirt and white knee high socks and he looked absolutely adorable in them.

"Hey, you want breakfast?" I asked.

Gee's stomach rumbled in response and he blushed. Luckily it was Saturday so we didn't have to go to school. I went into the kitchen and grabbed out two boxes of cereal.

"Which one?" I asked.

He pointed to the lucky charms and I smiled, pouring us both a bowl. We sat at the couch and I turned on the tv, seeing that the Saturday morning cartoons were on. I noticed the way Gee's eyes lit up a little as he watched the screen.

"Hey, did you tell your parents you were staying over here?" I asked.

He looked over at me and shook his head.

"Why not? Aren't they worried?" I questioned.

He didn't even look at me this time as he shook his head.

"Gee--"

"Shush, I'm watching cartoons, Frankie," he whispered.

I laughed, looking at the screen. Gee was sitting rather close to me, closer than he usually does. Maybe he's more comfortable with me now. He laughed when one of the little cartoon characters fell down.

An hour later and we were both cuddled up under the blanket. He was even closer now, our bodies just barely touching. Every now again he would laugh or smile and it was the most beautiful thing ever. Gee seemed so much more happy and peaceful, not scared and sad like usual.

I'm not sure how long Gee is staying here. He doesn't even seem to know. He also seems like he doesn't want to leave. I looked over at him, noticing a rather large bruise on his arm. It was fading more now but it was still there, the light blue color tainting his pretty pale skin.

"What happened?" I asked.

Gee looked at me, a solemn look spreading over his face again as he scooted away a little.

"I fell down the stairs," he mumbled.

Fuck, why'd I say anything? He was so happy and I ruined it.

"You want something to drink, beautiful?" I asked.

He shook his head, looking down at his lap. I sighed, sitting closer to him. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and felt him tense up.

"Hey, you're safe here, okay? No need to be scared," I whispered.

He looked up at me with watery eyes.

"Now, where'd you get that bruise?" I asked again.

"I did fall down the stairs," he said. "B-but...But someone pushed me down it."

"Who?" I questioned and he shrugged. "You don't know or you don't want to tell me?"

He shrugged again.

"Gee," I sighed.

His head rested on my shoulder and I looked at him in shock. God, is he this comfortable with me? I feel lucky.

"M-my mom gets mad at me," he whispered shakily.

"How come?" I asked.

"Because my dad cheats on her," Gee said and I looked at him in confusion. "I-I was an accident, so was my brother. Sh-she blames us and the pregnancies for ruining her good body s-so my dad doesn't wanna do dirty things with her. A-and my brother is never around so my m-mom is always drinking and sh-she takes her anger out o-on me when she's upset a-about my dad cheating, sh-she blames me for it."

I held him as he cried.

"It's not your fault, your dad is an ass and there's no one to blame except for him," I reassured. "And your mom is awful, you don't deserve any of that. You're precious and beautiful, you deserve to be treated like a princess."

He looked up at me, face covered in tears.

"Really?" He squeaked.

I nodded my head, wiping away his tears. Gee rested his head on my chest, sniffling as he stopped talking. My fingers ran through his hair gently, hesitant about whether or not he'd reject it. Luckily, he leaned into the touch.

"If you ever need to get away from your house then you can just come here, okay?" I asked.

Gee nodded and I sighed.

"Anytime of the day, just call me, even if it's two in the morning, I'll pick you up whenever you need me to," I said.

Gee nodded slowly, my fingers brushing through his slightly greasy hair.

"Do you have a car?" I asked.

"Me and Mikey share one but he always has it since he's always out," he replied.

I nodded my head. "Just call if you ever need me."

Gee mumbled something that I couldn't understand as he scooted a little closer. My arms were wrapped around him and I don't think I've ever felt more comfortable in my whole life than right now.

"It's okay, sweetheart, I'm here for you," I said.

"I lied," Gee mumbled.

I looked down at him in confusion.

"We didn't exactly move because of my dad's work," he admitted. "Well, sort of. He's a congressman and some people were suspecting he was having an affair so we had to move because of it. This is the third time we've had to."

"Hey, you don't have to worry, okay? I'll always be here for you," I promised.

We watched the cartoons as he sniffled, letting me run my hand through his hair.

"Have you told anyone that your mom hits you?" I asked quietly and he shook his head. "You should."

"No," Gee denied. "Last time when people found out about my mom's drinking when I was ten they put me and Mikey into the foster care system. I don't want them to do that again. I hated it, I always have to move from different houses and some people are so mean and strict. You can't tell anyone."

I bit my lip. "I don't think I can just keep this a secret, Gee."

"Please, Frankie, you have to promise me," he begged, looking at me with tear filled eyes.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Fine, baby, I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Pinky promise?" Gee whimpered, holding up his pinky.

I wrapped my pinky around his and he let go, resting his his head against my chest.

"just come here whenever you need to," I said.

He nodded and I kissed his forehead. We were passing every boundary between friends but I didn't mind at all.

We spent a couple of hours like this until Gee had to get up to use the bathroom. There was a knock on my door and I went down to answer it as Brendon and Pete barged in, towing Patrick behind them. They went up the stairs to the main part of my apartment before I could even open my mouth. I shut the door, following them up.

"Guys--"

"You know what happened?" Pete cut me off. "We were talking and Patrick just--"

He stopped talking suddenly and I looked behind me, seeing Gee standing there. He was still only wearing white knee high socks and my t-shirt.

"Oh," Pete breathed.

They looked at Gee then back at me.

"It's not what it looks like," I denied.

"Hey, that's none of our business," Brendon said, holding his hands up. "We'll just go to Jamia instead."

The two of them dragged poor Patrick out and I heard them shut the door behind them. I turned to Gee, whose whole face was bright red. I chuckled, walking over to him.

"Sorry about them," I apologized.

"They think we did naughty things," he said shyly, looking down at his feet.

I nodded my head as we sat back down on the couch. He was sitting on the complete opposite side, nervously playing with the top of his sock. He jumped when his phone started ringing.

"Hey, bro, where ya at?!" I could hear Mikey's voice because he was talking so loud.

"I-I'm at Frankie's house," Gee said softly.

"Who the fuck is that?" Mikey asked.

God, why's he always gotta be so loud all the time?

"He's the guy whose house you picked me up from yesterday," Gee answered.

"Well, how'd ya get there?" He asked.

"Frankie picked me up," Gee said.

"Coulda just asked me to drive ya," Mikey offered.

"B-but you were drunk," Gee stuttered.

"Never stopped me before," Mikey replied.

Gee bit his lip, looking down, the phone pressed to his ear. God, even when it's not on speaker I can still hear Mikey.

"Anyways, mom's like super pissed off," Mikey said. "I just left home but you gotta go back, Gee."

"I-I don't wanna," Gee whimpered.

"Well, who the fuck else is?!" Mikey shouted.

Gee sniffled. "P-please don't yell at me."

"What-fucking-ever, I'm on my way to pick you up now," Mikey said.

He hung up and gee cried. I opened my arms up and he fell into them.

"Don't go," I whispered.

"I-I have to," Gee sobbed.

"No, you don't," I denied.

He nodded, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

"Stay here," I insisted.

"G-gotta go home," Gee whispered.

There were two really loud honks outside and Gee sat up.

"That's Mikey," he mumbled.

"Don't go," I said, grabbing onto his hand as he stood up. "Please, Gee."

Gee shook his head, wrapping his arms around his middle.

"I-I'm sorry for bothering you," He cried.

"Baby, don't--"

I was cut off when there was banging on my door. I walked down with Gee by my side, seeing Mikey when I opened the door.

"C'mon, Gee, for fucks sake you take so long," Mikey said.

Gee whimpered as Mikey grabbed his arm, pulling him outside.

"Hey, let him stay here," I said. "Why's it so important for him to go back anyways?"

"What's it to ya?" Mikey replied. "I don't even know who the hell you are? Doesn't matter anyways, we'll probably move in a few months and we'll never see you again."

He shuffled Gee into the passenger seat as he got in and sped off quickly. I sighed, closing the door. I looked and saw Gee's boots sitting there all nice and neat. Damn, Mikey didn't even give him a chance to get dressed.

God, I wish I could call the police but I told Gee I wouldn't. I don't want him to hate me. Would it be worth his hate to keep him safe? He said foster homes weren't good either. God, I wish I could just hold him in my arms forever.