I was sitting at the end of his bed. Neither of us had talked, it wasn't the good silence. It was the kind where there was nothing to do about it. It didn't take long for my eyes to focus on a random object and drift out of reality. Suddenly I feel a light shake.
"Gerard?" I felt a tear on the tip of my nose fall to my lap.
"Why are you crying Gee?" The small boys face was comforting, but his eye brows were knitting together with worry.
"Sorry just kinda got caught up in my head, don't worry." I had felt a light hand on my shoulder rubbing small circles.
"O-oh okay. Do you want to put in a movie to get your mind off things?" I know movies wouldn't do shit but I agreed for him.
He quickly goes back to where he was and pats the pillow next to him. I carefully skoot over to him and slide my legs under the covers. I was wearing a pair of his sweatpants and a Nirvana shirt because I'm not able to go home and get clothes. The movie has started, he put in the hunger games. After a few minutes he carefully moved closer to me. He rested his head on my shoulder and was bunching up the blankets to cuddle them. I pulled the small boy closer and held him. It was probably most comforting to me than it was to him.
"Your dad.. how often does that happen?"
I look at the small boy, who was clutching onto my- well, his shirt. I don't want Frank to worry about me. He is a highschool student, that's more than enough to handle. Not that it seems like he doesn't plan on dropping out soon.
"Shhh, Frank. Don't worry. I've been in the same house as that man my whole life, and if he thinks I'm ever going back, he's got another thing coming."
"Live with me." Frank blurted.
I start to rub circles in his back and then pull him closer, signaling the conversation was over.
"Goodnight Frankie" I say softly into his ear
"Night Gee" he mumbles back to me
Eventually he falls asleep. His small frame rising and falling against me. Slowly I feel myself start to drift into the first peaceful rest I've had in a while.
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I wake up to a small amount of movement, Frank was shifting by my side. His small arms latched onto me. I pull him even closer, my chin was on his head. I burry my face into his soft fluffy hair. We remained like that for some time. Eventually he stretches and yawns. His hands find me instantly.
"Morning Gerard" he saw rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Well good morning there sleepy head. I say smiling at the small boy in my arms. It was a quite nice experience holding him. He smelled very nice, nothing feels forced, and we don't have to talk about it. I've never known what home felt like, but right here, right now, might be as close as it's ever gotten for me.
He gets up and rummages though his dresser, still lacking any life in his body. He pulls out two pairs of skinny jeans. I start eyeing them from his bed, if which I was sitting cross legged on.
"My ass is never gonna fit in those" I say to Frank raising my eyebrow.
"Don't flatter yourself, your ass isn't that big, maybe you thighs" Frank didn't look back from his almost hopeless searching.
He pulls out two shirts, one was a worn down NASA shirt, the other was a black, pumpkin head shirt. He throws the NASA shirt and skinny jeans at me and points to the door leading to his own, very small, bathroom. I walk in and lock the door. I pull down the sweatpants and let them drop to the floor. I put one leg into the jeans and knew. This wasn't gonna be easy. I pull them up the best I can, my thighs were much too big. Giving up, I try to get them off. The jeans weren't going to move. I start jumping around and doing anything to get them off, or on.
"Frank" I say quietly "we have an issue"
The door handle wiggles, I quickly unlock it. He took one look at me and was laughing his ass off. I was on the floor, black jeans 3/4 up my legs, and my face was cherry red.
"Stop fucking laughing and help me" I say attempting to stand up on my own.
Frank reached down and grabs my hand, his hands were soft and warm. He tightens his grip and pulls me up. When he succeeds, my face is close to his.
"Hi there" he says, grinning from ear to ear
His hand slips down to my waist, then down more. He hooks his fingers in the belt loops and pulled up, full force. My body jerks up a little bit. The jeans were up to my ass. Frank turns my body forcefully and does the same thing, nothing. He does it again and the jeans slip up.
"There we go!" Frank said before smacking my ass.
I turn around and meet him.
"Bet you loved the view" i knew I was smirking
"I think I like this one better" Frank was looking me dead in the eye.
