I sat down in my seat, already tired and bored on this early Monday morning.

"Wow, Frank, you're on time today," Miss B remarked.

"What can I say? I'm good at surprising people," I replied with a small smirk on my face.

I was really just here on time to see Gee. Speaking of him, he was promptly late for class. He came in ten minutes after the bell rang, dressed up all pretty in a pastel pink dress and a pair of white sneakers that had Velcro on them.

"Hey, is everything okay?" I asked worriedly.

Gee nodded. "I stayed up late last night watching cartoons so I slept through my alarm this morning."

I smiled, looking over at the teacher. Gee didn't seem to have a single bruise on him which I was glad about. Maybe he didn't get hurt after all. Maybe his mom doesn't even hurt him, Gee just gets so worried and scared that he feels he's abused. But that doesn't make a lot of sense.

"How's everything with your mom?" I whispered.

"It's okay," Gee replied, writing down what Miss B was writing on the board.

I looked over his clean, pale arms and pretty face. No injuries whatsoever. I smiled, looking forward at the board. I felt so relieved that Gee wasn't hurt at all. Class dragged on while Miss B talked about sentence structures. It finally ended and I stood up, grabbing my bag.

"Hey, Pete and I are skipping," Brendon said. "Wanna join?"

"Sure," I agreed, turning to Gee. "Wanna join us?"

"I-I've never skipped class before," he stuttered nervously.

"It's fun, you should come," Brendon insisted.

I smiled, glad that Brendon didn't mind including Gee in the things we do.

"O-okay," Gee said.

I smiled, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, guiding him out of the classroom. We met up with Pete and walked out of one of the side entrances. We went out to Brendon's car as I sat in the back with Gee.

"Wanna go to the arcade?" Brendon asked.

Pete and I nodded in agreement while Gee looked out the window curiously at our surroundings while we drove. We got to the local arcade building, walking in happily. We knew the owner, James Dewees, and he was pretty cool. He's got a band and they're pretty cool, we've watched them perform a couple of times.

The four of us went to our usual seats, a secluded booth in the corner. Brendon dumped out all his change onto the table with loud clinking. There were all sorts of arcade machines in rows, booths surrounding the outer walls. There was a shelf that even had some comic books on them. Games filled the room with a counter in the corner for food and prizes.

"I'm gonna go order a pizza and some drinks," I said.

"I'll go with you," Brendon offered.

He went with me to the other side of the room to the counter.

"So, are you and Gee a thing now?" He asked.

"No, we're just friends," I denied.

"Well I don't know about you, but when I crash at a friends house I don't usually wear their t-shirts and panties," he said. "Gee looked like he woke up the morning after you two fucked."

"We most certainly did not fuck," I denied. "Gee was just going through some things and I was trying to help him out."

Brendon nodded, looking like he didn't entirely believe me. We got to the counter and smiled at the lady working there.

"A large cheese pizza and four pepsi's," I ordered.

She nodded, going back into the kitchen to give the orders. I looked around at the room. It was mostly empty besides a few workers and about three other customers. I glanced over to check on Gee and make sure he was doing okay but saw he wasn't at the table. Pete had taken him over to one of the arcade machines, teaching him how to play. I smiled, leaning against the cabinet as I watched him stick out his tongue slightly in concentration.

"Again, I don't know about you but I don't look at my friends like I'm in love," Brendon said.

I scowled, hitting his shoulder.

"Dude, I met him a week ago, I'm not in love with him," I said.

"Yet," Brendon mumbled.

"Here you go," the lady said.

I paid for the food and I grabbed the pizza as Brendon grabbed the cans and we went back to the table. I set down the tray, sliding into the booth. A few moments later Gee sat down beside me and Pete next to Brendon.

"He is really fucking good at Space Invaders," Pete said.

Gee shrugged, looking down at his hands. I grabbed one of the paper plates, putting a slice on it and sliding it to Gee. I grabbed my own piece as the other two dished out their own.

"I thought I heard some trouble makers," a voice said suddenly.

Gee jumped in fright and I chuckled, patting his back as we looked up at James.

"Hey," Pete said through a mouth full of pizza.

"What's up?" James asked. "Who's this?"

"This is Gee," I introduced. "Gee, this is James, he owns this place."

"H-hi," Gee muttered, looking down at his pizza.

"Hey there," James replied with a small chuckle. "Anyways, I've gotta go work,  there's some shipment coming in that we have to get ready for."

We nodded as he walked off and we continued eating.

"You know, Pencey Prep would make a really good band name," I said.

"You mean that school from that book?" Brendon asked and I nodded. "Why?"

"I don't know, it just has a nice ring to it," I said. "What if we formed a band?"

"Seriously?" Pete asked, raising his eyebrows.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean, why not?"

"Well, you're moving to New York for one thing," Pete pointed out.

"Y-you are?" Gee squeaked, looking up at me.

"Not for like two months," I said.

"Oh," Gee mumbled, looking down at his lap. "I-I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

He got up and went to the bathroom as I took another bite of pizza.

"I'm serious though," I said. "It'd be pretty fun even if it's not serious. Like, just play a few gigs, write a few songs and we can have some serious fun with it."

"Maybe," Brendon said.

I opened my Pepsi can, taking a drink. I looked at my chipped black nail polish against the blue aluminum.

"Hey, Pete, wanna play Street Fighter II?" Brendon asked.

"Oh, you're fucking on," Pete agreed.

The two got up to go play and I looked at the bathroom. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I stared at the door. Gee's been in there for a while now. I got up and went to the single stalled bathroom door, knocking lightly.

"Gee?" I called. "You in there?"

"Y-yeah," Gee replied.

It sounds like he was crying. I tried the doorknob but it was lock.

"Hey, open the door," I said softly.

It was quiet for a moment before I heard the lock turn. I  opened it and saw Gee curled into a ball in the corner as he cried. I shut the door, locking it and going to wrap my arm around him.

"Hey, beautiful, what's the matter?" I asked.

"N-nothing," he stuttered.

I held him a little tighter, pulling him into my lap. Gee rested his head on my shoulder as he sniffled.

"What's wrong, baby?" I questioned..

"I-it's stupid," he mumbled.

"I don't think it is," I denied.

"Y-you're moving away, you're leaving me here!" He cried. "I-I've only known you for a week but you're the only person who's ever been n-nice to me. Now you're just gonna be leaving me too!"

"Hey, gorgeous, I won't be leaving you ever," I stated. "I'm only moving to Brooklyn, only an hour away. I can come back and visit you during the weekends or you can stay with me in New York on the weekends. We can call and text. I'll still be here for you."

"Promise?" Gee asked, holding up his pinky.

I smiled, wrapping my pinky with his. "Promise."

"I-I'm sorry for crying," he apologized, wiping his eyes. "Mikey says I'm too sensitive about everything."

"Hey, it's okay," I reassured. "You don't need to be worried, I'm not gonna leave you behind, not with your family. I wouldn't think of it."

"Thank you," he whispered, wiping away his tears.

I smiled, running a hand through his hair. "Now, how about we go play some whack-a-mole?"

Gee nodded and we stood up, heading back out into the arcade. Pete and Brendon didn't even seem to notice we had gone because they were so absorbed in their game. I led Gee through the dim room over to the machine, putting two quarters into the slot.

"Here, you go first," I said, handing him the mallet.

He took it into his hand gingerly as the game started. Gee tried hitting the animals quickly as they popped up, a small smile on his face. I laughed as he finished, my hand resting on the small of his back.

"Good job!" I cheered.

He smiled up at me and I nearly fucking fainted from how beautiful it was. I took the mallet into my hand, inserting more quarters. I pulled my hand away from him as the game started and I began hitting the moles with more enthusiasm than necessary, which made Gee giggle.

"Die you rats!" I shouted.

Some people looked at me but it was worth the slight embarrassment just to hear Gee laugh.

"Frankie, they're moles!" Gee exclaimed happily.

"Damn right they are," I grunted.

The game ended and I smiled as I grabbed my tickets.

"Jesus, Frank, try not to break it," Brendon said.

I laughed, wrapping my arm around Gee's shoulders.

"Well, at least I'm winning a great prize for the most beautiful boy in the room," I said, smirking at Gee, who blushed in return.

"What are you talking about? So am I," Brendon said, wrapping his arm around Pete.

Pete pushed Brendon, who fell to the ground. "Fuck off, man."

Gee giggled quietly, leaning closer to me. We played games for the rest of the day before it was eventually time for us to all leave. I walked with Gee up to the prize counter, our tickets in hand.

"What do you want, beautiful?" I asked.

"I-I want the puppy but I don't have enough tickets," he said sadly.

I took his tickets from his hand, putting them with mine and handing them to the lady.

"The puppy, please," I said.

She grabbed the puppy off the shelf handing it to Gee, who was holding it like it was the most precious thing on Earth.

But it's not the most precious thing.

Gee is the most precious thing on Earth.

"B-but now you don't have any tickets," Gee said as he looked up at me.

"Well, you've still got ten tickets left," the lady said.

"Pick something out for me," I said.

Gee bit his lip, hugging the baby husky as he looked through the glass cabinets. There wasn't much for ten tickets. You can get a pencil topper, a bracelet or a pen.

"Get the silly band," Gee said.

"Which shape, honey?" The lady asked.

"The tiara," Gee picked.

The lady laughed as she picked up the pastel pink tiara silly band and handed it to me. I smiled as I put it on my left wrist.

"It's so pretty on you, Frankie," Gee said happily.

"Thank you, beautiful," I said.

We started walking out while Gee looked at his baby husky stuffed puppy.

"Hm, I'm gonna name her Olivia," Gee said.

I smiled, wrapping my arm around his waist as we walked out.