I stood there in shock a minute before pulling out my phone and calling Mikey.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, Mikes. Were you thinking about heading over to Rays? 'Cause I might have to take Frank to the doctor."

"What happened? Are you guys okay?" He rushed out.

"We're both fine it's just.. I'll explain later."

"You better," he said, "and yeah, I'm sure his mom will be fine with it. We were gonna ask anyway."

"Cool. Love ya. Bye Mikey!"

"Bye Gee." I hung up, threw on some shoes and walked into the living room.

"Hey, Frank. We're gonna go see Dr. Chris, okay?" I told him.

"Why are we going to see him?" He asked.

"I, uh, just need to talk to him."

"Okay then," Frank chirped and pulled some shoes on. We walked out and jumped into the car driving to the hospital Dr. Chris worked at. Dr. Chris had been Frank'a doctor since he moved in with us but he also had a PhD in psychology so whenever we had a question about Frank we asked him.

I walked in holding Frank's hand and greeted the receptionist. I'm guessing she's new because I've never seen her before.

"Yes?" She snapped, glaring at our linked hands.

"We're here to see Dr. Chris. I just need to talk to him for a minute."

"If you dot have an appointment for a check up you can't see him." Gosh, no need to be snippy.

"Uh. We're kind of a special case," I said not knowing what else to say. "I'm sure he'll talk to me if you tell home it's Gerard and Frank."

"I'm sorry we don't make special cases," she snapped. I sighed and looked around not knowing what to do.

"Gee?" Frank asked timidly. "What's wrong?"

I turned to him. "Nothing, Frankie, Dr. Chris is, us, busy. We just have to come back."

"Gerard." I turned to see Dr. Chris walking down the hall. Frank started waving excitedly and he laughed. "Is something wrong?" He asked when he got close.

"Doctor, these two don't have an appointment," the receptionist said.

"That's okay," the doctor said. "This is Frank and Gerard. Frank suffers from PPS so they're welcome any time," he whispered the last sentence.

"Oh. I'm sorry," she said, embarrassed. I smile at her and followed Dr. Chris into an examining room.

"So is something wrong?" He asked as we sat down.

"Frank, why don't you go sit on the bed? I brought your book," I said, pulling it out of my backpack and handing it to him. He sat down and started reading. I turned to the doctor. "I. I don't really know how to say this but he came back."

"Explain."

"He wanted to play in the rain so we did and Matt came and pushed him over. I took him in and cleaned the scrapes and he called me Gerard. Pronounced it correctly. Then he, well, he kissed me for some reason and then said "I'm still in here"."

"Really?"

I nodded. "I want to know if I should have hopes or.." I trailed off.

"Let me know if it happens again. It means he will probably have little spouts where who he really is comes out. His 16 year old self at the moment. He'll do things he really wants to."

"So... He really wanted to kiss me?" I asked.

"Yeah. In my opinion I'd say the part of his mind that is a teenager really wanted to kiss you."

I tried not to seem happy about it. I'm not a pedofile or anything but I'd had a little crush on Frank since we were six.

"Is that all you needed?" I nodded. "Okay then. Come back and see me if it happens again."

"Okay. Thank you, Dr. Chris," I smiled and walked Frank outside. I couldn't help but hope that Frank, the real Frank, would come back soon.