Never let them take you alive // Adopted by Frerard

3

A week passes by fairly quickly. I do my routine and wait for Gerard. Instead, he doesn't arrive. A few hours pass, he's later than usual. Maybe he forgot.

I sigh and kick my feet. I hear a knock at my door.
"Go away, Chad" I say, calling to the person behind the door. The door opens, but to my suprise, it's Gerard.
"Oh fuck, hi!" I say. He sorta fiddles before he closes the door and sits down.
"Do you think you can... maybe possibly fake your own death?" He asks. I stare at him in shock.
"What? W-Wait, you were denied??" I interrogate. He sorta gives me that 'Yeah, but I physically cannot tell you myself' face. I've done that face too many times.
"I could just... jump out of the window." I object. He shrugs.
"Anything to get you home" He says. I softly smile and stare at my lap. I tell him I have my things ready, and I'll just drop them out the window. He can get them and I can jump afterwards. He was a little hesitant, but it's not like the orphanage owner would care.

We had our plan to a 'T'. All we needed to do is put it into action. And y'know... we do just that. I might've almost sprained my ankle when I jumped, but it ain't nothing I hadn't done before. So maybe theres some twigs in my hair, but does that prevent me from running away with my idol? We walk for 10 mintues until we reach a black car. Parking far away from the orphanage, I see? Smart. So we hop in, and he starts driving. He tells me what to expect when we get home. He informed me how the drive would take a few hours, so I could fall asleep.

Y'know what I responded with? 'Sleep is for the weak'. And y'know what I did no more than 2 minutes later? Sleep.

So, I wake up 4 hours later. He's on the phone, laughing. I hear something along the lines of:

"Babe, how could you forget your fuckin keys?! You triple checked"

and Gerard responding, saying

"I know I did! But it's not on me!!"

I stifle a laugh and scroll through tumblr like the millennial I am. Gerard hangs up and sighs. He turns over to me.
"Forgot your keys?" I ask, smiling. He gives me that 'stfu but in a really nice way bc i love u' sort of look. Damn. Gerard really is good with facial expressions. We exit said car, and wait outside the home door. It was a mainly white house. Fairly big. Daises and daffodils expanding over the small front yard. The door opens, knocking me out of my trance. I'm met with the one, the only;

FrAnK aNtHoNy ThOmAs IeRo, Jr.

I give a small wave, accompanied by a small smile. A smile large enough to show my dimples. But not a very large one, at that. He gushes. He embraces my figure in a warm hug, him laying his head on my shoulder. He smells like Vanilla Bean. I pull away, but Frank whines. Not only because I stopped the hug. It's because I'm taller than him.
"You forget your keys, and you adopt a child taller than me?" Frank pouts.
"Well... turns out my keys were in my pocket" Gerard answers. He pulls out his keys sheepishly.

After a few hours, I've unpacked in my room. The walls were grey. The accent was red. I hung up some posters, and put my clothes in my walk-in closet. I have my own bathroom, which is a plus. I also found out Gerard and Lyn-Z divorced, and Frank was Gerard's number two. I'm happy to know he's happy. Plus, gay dads are the best dads. My room was upstairs, along with Gerard and Franks. Downstairs was the kitchen and living room. I walk downstairs, Gerard and Frank both on the couch. Gerard motions me next to him. I take a seat.

"Mean girls. Again?" Frank whimpers. Gerard nods. Frank takes this boring time to ask me some questions.

"So, Ry. How old are you?"
"13"
"Why were you in an orphanage?"
"My mother had an affair and my father kept the baby. He originally thought I was his, but I wasn't" In complete honesty, it was part of the story. My mom did have an affair. My 'father' did keep me. But he noticed I was nothing like him. Heck, I even grew up will a small bit of the Norwegian accent Jake had. That was the main point when he realized I wasn't his. We lived in Australia, but you just happen to give birth to a Norwegian child? So yeah. I was abused and assaulted before I was locked up in an orphanage. But I wouldn't tell Frank nor Gerard.

"Where are you from?"
"Well, technically the UK. It's the general place I grew up. But, my family is from Norway. We just sorta moved away"

Frank nods. We continue watching Mean Girls.