The Babysitter (frerard)

Chapter 2: Pretty Odd.

Gerard's POV:

I sat on my bed, thinking. Thinking about the mysterious boy earlier at the market. He seemed kind but...odd. But still kind and forgiving.

I rubbed the temple of my hand, staring blankly at my bed sheets. I shot my head up when I heard noises on the other side of my bedroom door. Muffled voices and shifting around the house. I didn't bother moving, instead I am back to my staring.

You should check on your brother. To see if he's alright.

I shook my head. "No, he's fine. I'm sure of it."

Great, I'm speaking to myself again. No wonder many people are calling me crazy. Well, starting to actually. I accepted the voice's command. I slowly got up, causing the mattress to make small sounds.

I walked to the door and placed my hand on the door handle- gently turning the metal handle and opening it. I peaked my head out, looking both ways at the hallway. Gladly, it's empty.

I casually walked out. 

I went straight to Mikey's room. The door is slightly opened. I opened it more wide, but slow; Appearing my younger brother sleeping on his Batman theme bed. I sadly smiled. We were so close but now I got in the way. I barely communicate with Mikey but we somehow still talk.

As I was thinking this, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and I saw him again. I didn't think I would see him again but I did. I was definitely stunned.

"You're the guy from the market." He said, leaning against the wall arms crossed.

"And you're babysitting my brother." I mocked his tone.

"Mhm. So, I'm guessing you're Mikey's brother. Gerard, is it?"

"Uh yeah." I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling awkward already. I looked down to the wooden brown floor, breaking contact.

"O-okay." The babysitter looked at me. "I'm Frank."

I blinked at him. "Um, I'm Gerard." I mentally face palmed, knowing that he already knew my name.

"I know." Frank giggled. It surprised me but it was really fucking adorable. I smiled at him not sure what to say.

"Are you hungry?" He straightened himself and uncrossed his arms, placing his hands in his back pockets.

"Um yeah, I'd like to eat." I awkward smiled.

"Okay, I can make pasta..?"

"That be nice."

We both walked downstairs to the kitchen. I sat in the stool while Frank cooks. He looked so focused, it was cute. I still patiently waited at the barstool. I hummed, not sure what to do. I glanced around the room then back to Frank, who's now looking at me. I swear, I could feel my face getting heated.

"You're pretty." He blurted.

I could totally feel my face and it's hot. "Oh, um... thank you..?" I feel so awkward and uncomfortable. I really don't know how to accept a compliment without being weird.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to creep you out or anything." Frank stated.

"N-no, it's fine. I'm the one being weird." I looked down, gazing at my hands, avoiding Frank's contact.

"You're not weird." Frank frowned. "I really didn't mean to be creepy though. And I wasn't lying too. You really are gorgeous."

"C-can you please stop?" I took a glimpse at Frank but looked back down.