screw up

don't cry

Gerard stood there startled.

did frank just wink at him!?

Gerard pushed it aside and headed for the kitchen.

there was frank, leaning forward, prompt on his elbows on the kitchen counter. Playing with his hands. Gerard cleared his throat. Not knowing if he had permission to breath in the mans house. But taking a chance for survival.

frank looked at him willingly for a second, replaced with confusion.

"You can sit you know" he pointed out. Gerard hesitated once again and pulled outa chair. Frank joined him.

"So.... erh...whered you come from?" Asked gerard

"Boston" replied frank looking down at his hands once again

"Whyd you move to new jersey?" Gerard asked

"Personal reasons" frank whispered only loud enough for gerard to hear.

"Oh..." gerard mumbled.

gerard looked around and sighed

"Nice place"

"Thanks" frank bit his lip ring.

"Live alons?" Gerard wondered, still unaware of franks age.

"Im 15" frank stated.

no more needed to be said.

"Im 17 by the way.... so when will your parents be home?"

" you mean parenT" frank corrected putting extra effort on the T, then turning to look at gerard.

"And I dont know" frank said holding gerards gaze.

Gerard didnt want to look away, but he tried. franks gaze was too strong. Suddenly the door banged! Breaking the gaze and making gerard jump out of his seat. Frank suddenly looked disgusted.

in walked a youngish woman about 29. With long brunette hair and brown eyes, she was slightly paler then frank, seeming as frank had a sort of tanned look.

she looked at gerard, then to frank and back again.

"What have I told you about bringing your playboys back with you??!!" She said through gritted teeth.

"Like mother like son" frank answered.

gerard could have sworn it was like mother like daughter, but ah well. He was considered as franks 'play boy' no complaining there!

Gerard smiled and said

"Hello... im gerard way, I live across the street, I wanted to introduce my self" he said nervously.

"Oh..." the woman said

"So sorry, I thought you were another one of franks bitches" she laughed.

"Im franks mum"

Frank stood up and stormed out, his mother smiled at gerard before grabbing some money and leaving again.

Gerard was alone.

gerard didnt know whether or not to go and comfort frank. Or just leave.

what did his mum mean by 'another one of franks bitches?' 'So was frank gay?'

Gerard had hoped so.

gerard decided to find frank. It wasnt hard.

"Hi" gerard said, stepping into what looked lile the front room.

frank ignored him and carried on switching through the tv.

gerard sat next to him.

"You okay frankIE?" He had put an extra effore on the IE

franks lips began to form into a smile, but quickly whipped away with out taking his eyes from the tv. Gerard frowned.

should he ask him if he was gay?

What harm could it do?

"So...erm... your not straight are ya?"

Gerard smiled.

"Whats it to you?" Frank said whilst yawning.

"Just wondered" gerard said running a hand through his hair, looking at frank.

frank noticed and burst out laughing.

gerard went scarlet and felt like an idiot!

"No.. im not straight" frank said between giggles.

gerard almost immediately felt better.

"Good" gerard accidentally said

"I.. im.. I mean... not good!... cool... I..."

frank smirked.

"Im not an idiot gerard" frank claimed.

frank moved closer to gerard. But still looking at the tv.

gerard wanted to turn it off.

"Whats on the tv thats so interesting?" Gerard asked

"Nothing" frank admitted.

"Then why are you so fixated on it?!" Gerard asked, almost sounding too whiney

"Too... too avoid eye contact" frank admitted, then he looked at gerard.

then suddenly... gerard knew why.