Live-In Nanny Wanted! (Frerard)

Ray

  Gerard had fully moved in already and I was a wreck. His fucking smile will be the death of me, I swear to God. I seriously needed to consider writing a thank you letter to his parents for making him.

"Hey, Frank?" Gerard chimed into my thoughts. We were watching television together while the girls were napping, but I wasn't paying attention to the movie playing. I was too busy in my thoughts about the guy sitting next to me, and how tour was going to go.

"Yeah?" I finally acknowledged.

"My brother wants to meet you. Is that all right?" He asked, looking away from my face. Aw, he was troubled.

"Sure. I didn't know you had a brother though." He smiled at me and nodded his head excitedly.

"Yeah. He goes to this private fancy school and he's coming to visit in a couple of days. I've been telling him about my living situation, and he wants to meet you."

"I'm looking forward to meeting him," I say in response. "What do you feel like eating for dinner?" I ask him. He looks to be in thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" He asked quietly. I faced my whole body towards him, almost propping my legs on his lap.

"Of course. What's on your mind?" I asked. He avoided eye-contact with me, obviously distressed. I put my hand on his shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"Anything you tell me will stay safe in a vault in my head. You can trust me, Gerard," I said, hoping to give him reassurance. He seemed to think for a moment before taking a deep breath.

"I feel a little lost. I want to do comics, but I really would like to sing as well. Like, more than drawing, maybe. I don't know. What do I do, Frank?" He asked, his eyes showing nothing but pure worry.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," I said, rubbing his back. "It's okay to be lost. Why don't you giving singing a try? If it works out, maybe you can do comics on the side. If not, you can always try something else. There's nothing wrong with not knowing what to do. As long as you live the way you'd like, then I say you did everything right," I assured him. He seemed to relax, giving me a small smile.

"Thank you so much, Frank. I really needed to hear something like that." He moved closer to me and gave me a bone-crushing hug. His hugs are the absolute best, I swear. I could die in his arms and be totally cool with it. Only after my girls are all grown and in college though, so it'll be a while.

"Your hugs are the greatest. You should be a hugger. Like, you should open up a shop or something, and whenever people are sad or upset, they could go in and give you a hug for like twenty-five cents," I said. He laughed, throwing his head back.

"Wouldn't that make me, like, a hugging prostitute?" He giggled. I smiled more.

"Hey, if you're helping lonely and sad, unsatisfied people and you enjoy it, you go for it! Be the best hugging prostitute you can be," I laughed. This caused him to laugh more, and my smile to go wider.

"You're great, Frank. Anyway, is it all right if I go meet a friend in town?" He asked timidly. I found myself surprised by him asking for my permission.

"Gerard, you don't have to ask me. Just let me know when you're heading somewhere so I don't worry," I assure him. He smiles and nods his head. He picks himself up from the couch and makes his way upstairs, and I also totally didn't stare at his ass as he did that. I turn away from his figure before he makes it all the way up there so he doesn't catch me staring. After he leaves, I get to thinking that maybe I should go take the girls for a walk. I go upstairs, seeing that they're asleep and can't bring myself to wake them up. I head back downstairs and try to decide what to make for dinner. I search my cabinets and rummage through my fridge and freezer before deciding on chicken and rice and getting a package of chicken out from the freezer.