(Gerard's POV): I woke up, and looked at my watch. Omfg, it was 5.30am. Me and Frankie must have dosed off in the car, after kissing. Frankie was still asleep, leaning against the window, snoring. I gently woke him up. "Where are we?" Before I could reply, he smiled and said "Oh yeah. We were kissing." He put his arm around me, and kissed me again. I felt so relaxed whenever Frankie was around. Now that I've met him, I'm glad he's in my life- I love him, but I just hope he's feels the same way. Later, when we were bothered, drove back to my house. When we arrived, Frankie's face looked worried. Then I felt worried, "Frankie, what's the matter?" I said, kissing him on the cheek, "Please tell me, it's making me worried." "I've just realised that my mum was expecting me home last night," "Does it matter, you are 17 now?" Frankie began to search for something in his pocket. He pulled out his phone, and called his mum. Again and again, there was no answer. He began to cry, "Something's wrong; my mum always answers her phone." "Frankie don't worry," I'd never seen Frankie cry before, but as I looked at his hazel eyes, surrounded by smudged guyliner, I knew there was something wrong, and I had to do something- he was a part of my life now. "Let's go to your house." I handed him a tissue, and we drove to his house. I stayed in the car, while Frankie went to knock on the door. No answer. He knocked again. No answer. Then, I saw a middle-aged man with short blonde hair, talking to Frankie. I could guess what the man was telling Frankie, when I saw his face- tears suddenly trickled down his cheeks. Looking miserable, he walked back towards the car, and we drove back to our house. He said nothing. I said nothing...

Notes

Yay, it's a longer chapter!!! Sorry it took me a long time to update, coz I was ded busy doing homework >:l Anyway, plz rate and comment ;)