𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 † 𝐟.𝐠

Chapter Nine~

And I'm always where the sun don't shine
The tears don't show
Won't hurt me now 'cause heart's been broke
I hate myself, but it won't show
I constantly lose all my remorse
♡

Gerard laid on his bed texting Bert about random pointless things. It was calming to have someone show interest in the dumb things he liked. Of course Frank also did but they hadn't talked recently after the whole dad incident.

"Gerard?" Mikey said standing at the door way.

"Yeah?"

"Dad wants you downstairs, the couple he was talking with just left so don't be shy. I do think some kid is still there though." Mikey said.

Gerard groaned texting Bert a simple 'brb' before making his way downstairs.

He took his time hopping each step, watching his short white shirt bounce as he did. He wore a light pink sweater that his daddy had gifted him on his fifteenth birthday. It was his favorite because it was really soft and made sweater paws.

When he good downstairs he looked around for his father, before finally finding in the kitchen with another boy.

He was tall and Gerard thought he was really pretty. Not as pretty as Frank of course.

No one was as pretty as Frank.

"Hello, Gee this is Dallon." His father said.

Gerard smilled softly to the boy wondering why he was there.

"His parents are the Weekes, you know them, and they're going out of town so Dallon will be staying with us."

Gerard made a confused look. Dallon seemed old enough to stay on his own, or at least with a maid in his own home. The Weekes were very wealthy people, not as wealthy as Gerard's daddy but they were rich enough to hire a babysitter if they really needed one.

Gerard decided to keep his questions to himself to ask his father later.

"Michael!" Gerard's daddy called.

Mikey imeadiadly appeared in the door way.

"Sir?"

"Take Dallon here to our guest room, will you?" He asked motioning with his hands for Dallon to follow his youngest son.

After they left Gerard took Dallons spot.

"Why is he here?" Gerard asked simply. He knew his father usualy had some ulterior motive to most things he did.

"Well weren't you listening boy? The Weekes are going on a business leave-"

"Dallon seems about what eighteen-nineteen? He doesn't need to be monitored and if he did for some reason the Weekes could have gotten a babysitter for their adult son." Gerard said cutting his father off and folding his arms.

His father raised his eyebrows.

"I don't appreciate you interrupting me Gerard." He said sternly.

Gerard shivered at the sound of his own name. His father only called him that if he was becoming cross with him.

"I apologize sir."

"Yes. Anyways I offered to house the boy because I thought he would be a good influence on you."

Gerard felt himself getting flustered.

"Why do I need a good influence?" He asked in a slightly sassy tone that his father caught onto.

"Because recently you've been hanging out with this bert kid and I'm not sure how I feel about you being acquainted with any of Mikey druggie friends." He said back calmly.