I’m not sorry.

I am so not sorry.

“Frankie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to I swear.”

He smiled as he answered me, “Don’t worry. I forgive you.”

I am so not fucking sorry.

I hugged him closer to me.

No way in fuck am I letting him go.

I’m done with being nice and patient.

Frankie is mine and he will be with me.

“’Rard?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re kind of not letting me breathe.”

I loosened my grip on him and heard him sigh.

“Frankie, get dressed. We should get going, now.”

He nodded and got out of bed.

I stared at his ass the whole time he was dressing; c’mon it’s a nice ass. You would stare too.

I got dressed too and then we walked out of the house and to the car.

-----Time Lapse-----

When we got home I acted like the gentleman I am and opened Frankie’s door for him.

He smiled and then took my hand when we were walking in.

The first thing I heard when we entered the house was Mikey and Ma talking (squealing) like the girly fertile they are.

When they saw us Ma immediately stopped squealing and glared at Frankie.

Then her eyes fell to his neck and she stared at me with a horrified expression.

Oh, yeah.

Frankie was wearing a V-neck, which probably didn’t cover the hickeys I gave him.

“What the fuck is that?!” she yelled.

Frankie looked scared and confused.

He looked at me and I glanced at his neck, his eyes went wide and he looked kind of embarrassed.

“Ma, shut up. It’s none of your business.” I said calmly.

I wrapped my arm around Frankie’s waist and pulled him close to me.

Mikey was sitting on the sofa looking stunned.

He absolutely adored Ma and was always pissed when I fought with her.

My mother started screaming about how I should have chosen Jackie and how much of an idiot I am and how much of a tramp Frankie is.

I screamed at her for screaming at Frankie and he was just clinging to me like I would actually leave him and he looked so scared.

My Father walked in a few minutes in to the argument looking confused and angry.

“What’s going on here?” he asked

“Look at that things neck!” my mother screeched, I growled at her for calling Frankie a thing.

My Father turned and looked at Frankie’s neck, then he looked at me.

“You didn’t bite him?” he asked me.

I shook my head ‘no’.

He smiled a little “Why not?”

I smiled at him and had to hold my laughter when my mother started to argue about how Frank was not worthy or something.

I pulled Frankie away from the family drama and took him to his room.

I locked the door behind me and then turned to him.

He looked as confused as he had when we were in the living room.

“What is it Frankie?”

“Your mom is mean.” He answered, not looking at me.

I was about to answer when there was a knock at the bedroom door, I opened it and saw my father, “Gerard, your mother, Mikey and I are going to leave now.”

“Where are you going?” I asked my Father.

“Alaska! Your mother needs some time away…and we wanted to visit your Aunt Lola…I think you’ll be okay by yourself.”

Perfect.

I have the house to myself.

That means no one will interrupt me and Frankie.

“Okay goodbye Father.”

I turned back to Frankie after closing the door.

He was sat on his bed looking at me.

He smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back.

Though his smile was innocent…mine was filled with anything but innocence.

Notes

GRRR! Who wants to kick Gerards ass?!?!?! I DO!!!

okay, this is PART ONE

part two will be up sometime this week?

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title from bon jovis 'you give love a bad name'