The Babysitter (frerard)

Ch. 12: White Lies Are Like Butterflies, flying above you where you cant see it

Frank's POV:

I missed him. It felt oddly weird not having him around. I guess, I've gotten used to being around his presence. The fact that he isn't here with me haunts me. It feels like he's still here but he isn't, which is really creepy.

Now it seems like I'm thinking about him like he's dead, which he isn't. At least I hope he isn't dead. I mentally slapped myself, knowing I shouldn't be thinking like this.

I felt a buzz at my back pocket, indicating that I've received a text. There was a slight hope inside me that it was Gerard. But since the small argument yesterday, I don't think he'll want to be speaking to me anytime soon.

Jamia: want to come over? ;)

I rolled my eyes, stuffing my phone back in my pocket. I went into Mikey's room, finding him playing with his unicorns. He didn't notice I was here so I just went to the kitchen. I opened a cabinet and I found PopTarts. I unwrapped it and just began eating it, without toasting it or anything, I was just hungry.

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I had Ray come over, since I didn't go with him to that concert and because I haven't hung out with him. Mikey seemed to enjoy Ray and Ray thought Mikey was very adorable, in which I agree.

"Do you want to color?" Mikey asked Ray, completely forgetting about me. I didn't really mind though. I guess it was easier that Mikey always had Ray so I can have time for myself. Ray nodded and went to the living room with Mikey, leaving me at the kitchen.

I threw away my PopTarts wrappers and walked upstairs to Gerard's room. I remembered that one time I came here and found him fucking himself. It was quite the scene I might add. I chuckled just the thought of it.

I closed Gerard's door, trapping myself in his room. I couldn't help but snoop around. I opened a drawer and I cant help but laugh; it was his vibrator. I placed it back in the drawer, closing it. I continued walking around when I heard the front door being opened.

I exited Gerard's room, going downstairs and finding Ray and Mikey coming back in, with mail in their hands. Ray closed the door as Mikey runs back into the living room, coloring and watching television. "It's just mail," Ray said, skimming through the white envelopes, "What's New York Academy of Art?"

My head immediately perked up. I snatched the letter from Ray's hands, examining the envelope. "It's Gerard's school," I mumbled to myself. I began tearing the envelope open.

"Who's Ger-" Ray paused, realizing, "Is that the guy you've been fucking and he convinced you to be bottom?"

"He's hot," I casually stated, "But I figured out, he's bottom. He just went along with it."

"So what does it say?" Ray asked, referring to the letter. I skimmed through it and realized that this was a notice:

All students that attend New York Academy of Art, we like to remind you that classes start next week. Winter break will soon be over and by the time classes start, you'll need to prepare for your exams! Enjoy the break while it lasts.

~Principle Carter

I re-read it again until I was sure that Gerard lied to me. Why would he lie to me? And to top it all, he goes to school at New York. Aside from the jealousy, I felt myself getting angry at him.

"Frank, you okay?" Ray asked, noticing my face red from anger. He took the letter from my hands and read it himself. "Oh," was all Ray could say.

"Seems we'll be having a trip to New York," I spoke, picking up Mikey and walking into his room.

"Frank, that's like an hour far," Ray argued, following.

"Twenty minutes if there is no traffic," I said, helping Mikey put on his clothes. "Where are your jackets and coats, honey?" I asked Mikey.

"Its in the closet," Mikey replied, pointing at the closet with his small finger. I was about to open the closet when Mikey yelled out, "No don't open it!"

"Why?" Ray and I asked at the same time.

"The monsters will escape," Mikey whimpered, feeling nervous just thinking about it. Ray rushed to Mikey, kneeling in front of him.

"Honey, there is no such things as monsters," Ray reassured him. I couldn't help but chuckle at that, causing Ray and Mikey to look at me.

"Unless they're in your head," I commented before opening the closet door. Mikey then burst into tears. Ray picked up the crying boy, shushing him and patting his back.

"Alright, at New York it'll probably be snowing, so we should put on jackets and scarfs," I informed them. Mikey stopped crying and hugged Ray tightly. We got everything packed and left the house. We were on our way to New York.