What's in is Despair (frerard)

Chapter 6

I just got off of work that Thursday night. Gee had stayed at my house while I was gone. I set him up in front of the tv with snacks, movies, and his stuffie. I was still worried the whole time I was at work but luckily when I got home he was still in the same place and in one piece.

"Hi, Frankie," he greeted.

"Hey, beautiful," I replied, ruffling his hair as I walked closer.

I pulled my uniform shirt off over my head as I scowled. I'm only a dishwasher, I don't understand why I need to wear a uniform.

I saw Gee look over my body as he blushed and turned away. My eyebrows raised but I ignored it, going into the bedroom.

"What do you want for dinner?" I called.

I put on a random t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

"C-can we order takeout?" Gee asked.

"Sure, what do you feel like?" I asked, walking in and leaning against the doorframe.

"Uh...Chinese?" He asked.

I nodded, grabbing my laptop. I looked up the menu of a local Chinese place, ordering the food and putting in the address.

"Want something to drink?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen.

"Can I have some juice?" Gee asked.

Juice.

Do I have anything other than pop and beer?

Oh god, there's orange juice thank fuck.

I poured him a glass of juice, grabbing a beer for myself. James gets the beer for me since I'm still not old enough to get it myself. I walked in, handing Gee the drink. I opened the beer, taking a drink when I noticed Gee staring at me from the opposite side of the couch.

"What?" I asked.

"N-nothing," Gee squeaked, looking down at the glass of orange juice in his hands.

"Hey, beautiful, what's up?" I repeated.

"I-I said it was nothing," Gee stated, his voice having a little edge to it.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion but looked away anyways. Gee was definitely acting strange.

"What are you doing all the way over there, stranger?" I teased playfully, hoping to make him happy.

Gee shook his head, the glass in his hands shaking.

"Hey, hey," I said softly. "I'm just playing, what's wrong, beautiful."

I ran a hand through his hair and he flinched, scooting away from me. I frowned, looking at him in confusion and slight hurt.

"Gee?" I asked.

"P-please don't hurt me," he whimpered.

I frowned in confusion, looking at my bottle of beer. I realized he why he was freaking out as I sighed.

"Baby, I'm not gonna hurt you," I whispered. "I'm not your mom, I won't just get drunk and hurt you. I would never hit you."

"P-promise?" He asked.

I smiled, holding up my pinky. We pinky promised and he scooted closer. I stood up, going and dumping my beer out into the sink. Gee watched me as I sat back down.

"W-want my juice, Frankie?" He offered.

He held out his glass and I smiled, taking a sip of his drink. I set the glass down on the coffee table gently. I reached over, wrapping my arms around him and pulled him into my lap. I don't know why I did it, it just felt like the right thing to do.