Don't Look Down

Chapter 10

Frank's pov:

Last night was my final night at Gerard's house. Not that I was kicked out or anything I just thought it would be best if I came to better terms with my mom at home.

It's not her I fear, it's my dad. Gerard said that if things go bad he wants me to come back to him immediately, which I have no objections to that order.

School had just dismissed and I was waiting for Gerard in the courtyard. I eventually saw his perfection leave the school building with his perfect hair blowing in the wind, God he was so hot. His face was stern as he looked around the courtyard. His features loosened into a huge smile when his eyes landed on me.

"Hey." I greeted grinning like the lovesick idiot I am.

"Hey, Frankie." We began our walk.

"I mean, are you sure you want to do this?" Gerard blurted out. I told him a little about my family situation the other night so I understand why he's a bit skeptical about the idea of me going home.

"Yeah, believe me Gee, I don't want to go back, but I have too." I sighed.

"You don't have to." Gerard defended. I could tell he really wanted me to stay with him.

"I do." I mumbled then shoved my hands into my pockets nervously.

"I've just got this bad feeling." He admitted, glancing up at the sky with his eyebrows furrowed together.

We stopped in front of my driveway and I was about to walk up when Gerard gently placed his hands on my hips and pulled me back to him. A smile slid across my face and a giggle left my lips. He turned me around so we were facing each other.
He planted a soft kiss on my nose then whispered, "Bye." before releasing me. I was blushing like a mad man. I had to many butterflies in my stomach to reply so I just gave him a smile before turning on my heels and going up the drive way. I was about to enter when I looked to see that Gerard was still standing there. He's probably waiting for me to go inside. I pushed my key in to the lock before twisting. The lock made a loud noise when it unlocked. I pushed the door open to my small house revealing my mom frantically cooking in the kitchen and the sound of the TV blasting on maximum volume in another room.

I hated our house cause the walls were grey and we always kept the blinds shut, dad's request. When drunk mole eyes can't handle it. The house had poor lighting and was all together depressing.

"Hey mom." I sighed, making my presence known.

"Frank? Frank!" She walked away from the stove to come over and hug me. "Where have you been?" She asked in disbelief,  then returned to the kitchen.

I dropped my stuff to the ground not bothering to unpack it. "With a friend-"

"A friend?! Who?" She inquired skeptically. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the counter.

"I get it mom, me having friends is rare, but you don't have to remind me." I scoffed. Her face softened

"So who?" She repeated her question.

"His name is Gerard." I said in a small voice.

"Gerard." She said, trying the name on her tongue for the first time.

I nodded.

"Is Gerard your um...boyfriend?"
My mother was definitely more tolerant than my father about my sexuality, but she wasn't exactly comfortable about it, and the fact she guessed so quickly was interesting.