a/n so guys (I say that a lot) this chapter is basically going up be the one shot. I really liked it and wanted it in the story.



2012




Frank'a head snapped up at the first sounds of rain on the roof.

"Gee, can we go play outside?" he asked excitedly and ran to the window.

I thought it over before replying, "Sure, but just this once."

I stood out of the rain and watched Frank run around in the rain. "Be careful, Frankie! And watch for cars," I called.

"I am," Frank replied, shaking the water out of his hair like a dog and making me laugh. "Come play with me, Gee!"

I walked over to Frank as he juped into a puddled. "You've got me all wet. Now what?" I joked.

"Tag!" Frank yelled, tapping me and running off.

I hesitated for a moment, knowing this would probably end in Frank falling and scraping his knee, but I didn't want to upset Frank. I chased after the sixteen year old boy at a slow pace.

"Come on! You can do better," Frank taunted from the other end of the street. Frank turned to run and hid behind the wall when he ran into someone. Stumbling back, Frank muttered and apology.

"Look, it's wittle Fwankie," the person cooed and all his friends started laughing. Frank stared at the ground shyly.

I jogged over and Frank shuffled behind me n

"What do you want, Matt?" I snapped.

"Me? What did I do?" he mocked. "Frankie bumbed into me," he laughed.

"And he apologised," I barked. "Just leave us alone. We never did anything to you."

"So? He's a little freak. Why does he have to stay home all day? He feels like pretending to be Peter Pan?"

"That's none of your business," I growled. "Let's go, Frank." I started walking away. I didn't want to get into a fight with these kids. Not only would that upset Frank but I could get arrested for it.

Suddenly Frank gasped and started crying. I turned to see Frank on the ground sobbing and the boys walking away, laughing.

"Are you okay, Frankie?" I asked, rushing over.

"Nuh-no," Frank sobbed. I picked him up and carried him back to the house.

He doesn't deserve this. He didn't do anything to deserve this.

Everyibe ridiculed Frank for acting like a child, but it wasn't his fault. No one could get that through their thick skulls.

Now here I am, setting Frank--the sixteen year old who though he was eight--on the counter and making sure the other boys hadn't hurt him.

"Does it hurt anywhere, Frankie?" I asked in a soothing voice. Frank held out his palms that were scratched from the asphalt he'd fallen on.

"It's not bad." I smiled at Frank and wiped the gravel out of the scratches. When I had finished, Frank's sobs had calmed down to quick, little hiccups. "See?" I said, kissing the wound, "all better."

I glanced up to see Frank staring at me intently.

"Gerard," Frank whispered. I gaped at him. Frank had never called me Gerard--always Gee or Gee-bear, even Geetard once or twice--because he couldn't fully pronounce both r's. Around the age of twelve, Frank had gotten over his small speach impedament but the doctor said Frank would probably never say his name because he couldn't when he was eight.

"F-Frank?" I stuttered out.

"Gerard," he whispered again and put his hand on my cheek. I stared at Frank as he brought out faces together. What the heck is he doing?

Frank paused just before our lips touched.

"I'm still in here," Frank whispered and crashed our lips together. I started kissing back almost immediatly.

After a few minutes, Frank pulled back and gigled, "what are you doing, Gee?"

I blushed. "I-Nothing.. I just..." I stammered and eventually settled on nothing.

"Okay," Frank replied and jumped off the counter to go play with his toys.