The Babysitter (frerard)

Chapter 6: The Grass-Covered Park

I don't like this chapter but I'm sorry for posting late updates, I have to bring up a grade in a class so I've been falling back in my wattpad schedules !! :( ~A

Gerard's POV:

I stayed in the living room, not being able to trust Frank alone with Mikey. We watched a couple of Looney Tunes episodes until I decided to go back upstairs to my room.

I closed my door.

I sat on my bed, picking up the sketchbook that was just laying here on my bed while I was gone. I opened the book, revealing many drawings that I have drew. These couple months I knew I've improved.

I placed the sketchbook on the nightstand when I heard a knock.

"C'mon in." I said, squirming on my bed to get in a comfortable position. The door slowly opened, a bit seconds and it was wide open. Mikey and Frank standing in the doorway.

"Hiya, Gee." Mikey smiled, waving a bit before sitting next to me; Frank following and sitting at the edge instead.

"Hi, Mikey." I gave him a big smile, ruffling his hair. He crawled towards me, sitting on my lap, taking a while to get comfy.

"Me and Frankie were thinking if you wanted to go to the park with us." Mikey said.

"I don't know, Mikey." I sighed, frustrated. "Just let Frank take you."

Mikey pouted, crossing his arms. "But I want you to come."

I stayed silent.

"Gee, please." He begged. "I'll let you play with my unicorns." He bribed.

I chuckled, "Okay then. I'll go."

"Yay!" Mikey said, excitedly. "Lets go right now!"

I nodded, Frank and Mikey leaving out of my room, shutting the door behind them as they leave. I sighed and changed clothes, slipping on a random band shirt and black tight jeans. I went downstairs, meeting Frank and Mikey, who wore overalls and a Superman shirt under.

We all left the house and walked to the park. The walk was relaxing and short. We've arrived at the playground that isn't filled with children; it was only a couple, but enough for Mikey to talk to.

Frank and I sat at an empty bench, watching Mikey from the far view. We both watched Mikey socialize with the kids his age, and I was glad for him.

As I monitor Mikey talking with other children, I feel a warm hand being placed on top of mine. I shoot my attention to the hand, realizing it was Frank's. I immediately jerk my hand away.

"What the hell, Frank?" I yelled, scooting away from him. "We're in public."

"So? There is nothing wrong holding your boyfriend's hand." He defensively said. The word he said caught my full attention- 'boyfriend'.

"We aren't dating." I stated. "Even if we were, I wouldn't be holding your hand."

"Oh yeah?" He asked, smirking. "Then what would you be holding?"

"You sick bastard!" I shouted, standing up and walking away from him.

"Gerard, I was playing!" I heard Frank call out. I chose to ignore him, approaching Mikey and his new friends.

"Hey, Mikes." I greeted, giving him a sweet smile.

"Hi, Gee. I made new friends." Mikey replied, gesturing to a little girl and a boy. "This is Kristen and Pete."

"Hello." The blonde little girl, Kristen, said.

"Hi." I smiled.

"Sup', Mikey's big bro?" The boy with black hair waved.

"Mikey, you have a weird friend." I told Mikey, few chuckles in between.