"Gerard, son, are you ready yet?" I heard my father yell form the ground floor.
"Almost!" I yelled back.
I stood in front of the -huge- mirror and looked at myself.
I looked horrible. My hair was messier than ever, my eyes had deep, dark circles around them and my skin looked sickly pail.

At least my clothes were (half) decent, the white dress shirt being only a shade lighter than my skin, black vest and dress pants as dark as the bags under my eyes and my signature converse being the only thing that made me not feel like I was going to a funeral. Although, I always looked like I was attending a funeral.
Not a funeral...I was going to the airport, to pick up my Dads new wife.
My parents had been divorced for less than 2 months and my father had already gotten remarried.

I think everyone knew he was having an affair. Maybe that's why they got divorced? My mother got sick of being cheated on? Perhaps she finally realized she could do better than second best? Whatever the reason, now my father was married to one 'Linda Iero'...when and where they got married? Nobody know, not even I -the son of the groom- was invited to the wedding. Fuck them very much.

Anyway Linda; being the tramp I know she is, has a son. A son who I have never met, just like I have never met her.

Funny: two complete strangers are going to move in to my house.

I shook my head and walked away from the mirror, passing by my oversized black covered bed and to the big iron door. I shut the heavy door and walked down the 5 flights of stairs and to the ground floor where my father was waiting, smiling.

"Good morning, son! Sleep well?"
Look at my eyes, does it look like I slept well? "Fine."
"Great, kid. Well go get the car, you drive today!"
I walked out of the mansion and to the garage, opening it and smiling at my beautiful black Lamborghini Murciélago. I love this car.
I got in to the car and started the engine, pushing a button that opened the garage door.
I pulled up at the front of the house, outside of the gates.

My dad was already there, he sat in the back seat and I drove off to the airport.
"How have you been lately, Gerard?" I almost ran in to a tree, not expecting Dad to speak to me.
"Fine." I gave him the answer I always did.
"Don't lie to me, son...You don't look fine."
"I'm fine."
"You look like death."
"Gosh, thanks. You look great, too." I said sarcastically.
"Gerard. I worry about you, I want to know what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong. I'm fine." I kept driving and ignored his 'concerned' please, instead turning on the stereo and blasting hard rock as loud as it would go.
By the time we made it to the airport my father had stopped trying to talk to me, and for that I was glad.

Apparently Linda's plane had just landed and we were -for once- on time.
The minute -the woman I assumed was Linda- stepped out of the plane, my father ran to her and hugged her. She hugged him back and they kissed.
The way he looked at her, the way he held her, pulled on my heart strings...he never looked at Mama like that. Maybe he really loves Linda? Maybe.
Then I saw Linda turn around and take hold of someones hand, I couldn't see the person -they were too short-.

I watched as they walked away from the crowd of people and once I could see the short person my breath hitched and I think my heart just skipped a couple hundred beats.
He was beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect. His shoulder length chocolate brown hair twirled and swirled, framing his face perfectly, his big beautiful hazel eyes with specks of dark green, amber and brown stood out against his perfect sun kissed skin. He was, indeed, quite short, but that somehow made him look all the more beautiful. He was wearing a navy blue sweat shirt, dark jeans and yellow converse. He looked so innocent, so pure and vulnerable.
"Gerard?" My fathers voice snapped me out of my trance.
"Huh?" He gave me a questioning look but continued.

"As I was saying, Gerard, this is Linda, and this is her son Frank."
I think Linda said 'hi' but I was occupied melting at the nervous smile Frankie
was giving me.
"Hey, Frankie. I'm Gerard" I greeted.
How old could he be? 10? 12 at the most. He's so cute. But I don't think of him in any inappropriate way. No. I'm 19 and in no way a perv. No, I don't get off thinking about kinder-gardeners.

"H-hello, Gee-rawrd." Oh?
He has a stutter?
I was about to speak to him again when Linda interrupted, "Uh, Gerard?"
"Yes?" I an eyebrow.
She gave me a strange look and then turned to my father who was wearing a similarly odd expression.

"We should get going." he said.
He picked up Linda's suitcases and started towards the exit.
I was about to follow when I saw little Frankie struggling to pick up one of his suitcases.
Assholes. Didn't help Frankie.
I smiled down at him and picked up all of the luggage.

"Let's get going, yeah, Frankie?" he nodded and blushed slightly.
It was a slow walk to my car, Frankie's short legs only going so fast, but we made it and he looked ecstatic when he saw which car was mine,
"Y-your car is s-so cool, Gee-rawrd!" I smiled and nodded, "Ca-can I sit inf-in front w-with yo-u?" he asked me nervously, looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes.
"Sure thing, Frankie," I opened the passenger door for him, "get in."

He squealed and hopped in.
I ignored my fathers awestruck face and carefully placed Frankie's suitcases in the small trunck, then I walked to the drivers side.
He was right to be surprised, I never let anyone sit up front with me. But, who could say 'no' to those doe eyes?
I got in to the drivers seat and smiled as Frankie ran his fingers over the dashboard.
After my dad put Linda's bags in the trunk and they were both seated in the back, I turned to Frankie.

He was occupied drawing what looked like many happy faces on the window.
"Put on your seat belt, Frankie." I said to him. I'm not a bad driver but there was no way In fuck that I was risking him getting hurt.
He groaned but pulled on the seat belt, though he kept missing and couldn't get it in.
"Let me help you, Frankie." I offered.
He nodded and I leaned
over and fastened the seat belt.
I could see through the rear-view mirror I could see Linda give me a cautious look but quickly recovered and smiled.

I started the car and started the long drive back to the mansion.
All the while Frankie was humming and doodling on the window. So cute.
He seemed to be quite childish for a ten/twelve year old. Whatever the reason, I found it adorable beyond belief.

Halfway through the drive he started to talk to me, "Gee-rawrd?"
"Yeah, Frankie?"
"W-why do y-you have d-dark th-thingies under y-your ey-eyes?"
"Uhm, 'cause I didn't sleep well last night." Or the night before or the night before that, or since 3 months ago.
"O-okay...Gee-rawrd?"
"Yeah?"
"H-how old a-are y-you?" he looked up at me and blinked once.
"I'm 19, Frankie...how old are you?" I was geniuanly curious.
He pondered this for a few seconds, "Uhm, 16, y-yes."
What? He was sixteen? How?
"Cool, Frankie. You're only 3 years younger than me."
"Y-yeah? N-nice!" he twirled a lock of chocolate hair, looking intently at the strand of shiny hair and continued, "You h-have pr-pretty hair."

I looked over at him, flattered and slightly confused because of his compliment, although I'm sure my hair doesn't look half as good as his. My long black hair sticking up at odd angles and looking like I just woke up."Thank you. I like your hair, too."

He looked up at me and I saw he was blushing a deep crimson red, I smiled and my heart beat doubled when I saw the way his eyes glimmered.
He didn't say anything after that, just looked out the window and kept doodling.
Stealing a quick glance at the rearview mirror I saw that my dad was asleep, but Linda was very much awake, and was giving me strange look that changed to a smile the second I met her eyes.


What a strange lady.

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