The Babysitter {Frerard}

*Most of them are deaf anyway, so I don't know why they're complaining.*

Chapter twooooo. By the time this is out, I would have been to comic con with my best friend and seen Death Spells!! Future me I am so envious of youuu. Daddy_Biersack

It's the winter holidays and it's been a couple of weeks since I put out my add to be a babysitter. Turns out, most of the people in my neighbourhood know who I am. They're all smart enough to understand that it's probably not the best idea to let someone who burned down the whole science department at their old school handle kids.
Pfft. Their loss.

But today I got a call from some girl who wanted me to look after her roommates kid while he went to a meeting for the day. She didn't give me much details, she said that her roommate would rather tell me in person so I remember.

So that's where I'm going. I'm wearing the most emo outfit I could find, black converse, black skinny jeans, a misfits shirt and my black leather jacket with leather gloves to match. I took my phone from the charger and began walking to this guys house. It wasn't that far away from mine so that's a plus. I'd hate to have to take the bus. They're normally full of old people who don't appreciate good music. Most of them are deaf anyway, so I don't know why they're complaining. It's not like it's going to ruin their hearing even more.

I got to the house and it was pretty big. It was bigger than mine anyway. But that's not saying much, considering my dads in prison and my mom is the only one bringing in money.
Until now.

I knocked on the door and expected a middle aged women to immediately start bossing me about. Instead I was met with a God. Like, holy shit this guy was hot. He had dark black hair that barely touched his shoulders, he was wearing a skin tight black suit and he wore plain black socks on his feet. He had milky white skin that I just wanted to mark and make my own. Oh god, the thought of me making dark purple marks all over his body alone was enough to make me cum.

"Erm. Are you okay?" He waved a hand in front of my face, waking me up from my daydream of me fucking him from behind. Thank god he's stopped me. I would've popped a boner right there. That would've been a fun first impression.

"Yeah, I'm fine."
The guy raised an eyebrow.

"I'm Mr. Way. You can call me Gerard if you wish."
The guy put his hand out for me to shake. I gladly accepted.

"I'm Frank. But you can call me Frankie if you like." I winked at him and he blushed.
Aww. Cute.

I thought I might as well have fun while I'm here. Right?

My Way moved out of the doorway and gestured for me to come in.

"My daughter is called Bandit. It's eight in the morning, she'll probably be up within the next half an hour." Mr Way continued to tell me all about his child until he realised he was late for wherever he was going.

"Can I ask where you're going today?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow.
"I'm going to a meeting for my job and then I have to go and see my brother because it's his birthday, we're going on a 'guys' day out." Gerard said before he made his way to the door.

"Are you planning on getting laid tonight?" I leaned against the door.

Gerard turned an adorable shade of red.
"No. I haven't been 'getting laid' since my ex wife had Bandit. I'd much rather have Bandit than some guys dick in my butt. Anyway I gotta go. Nice shirt by the way." And with that, he left. At least now I know he's a bottom.

My jaw dropped at what he said. He seemed so sweet and then he just comes out and says that.

Wow.
Am I that bad at judging people?
Guess we'll find out.
I made my way to the living room and turned on the TV.
Of course, I went straight to Kerrang.
Who wouldn't?
Bullet For My Valentine was on.
Yeah. I could rock to this.