See The Rust Through Your Playground Eyes

She stared at me for a second. I stared back, my eyes wide. This is what I had feared so much. The moment someone discovered my relationship with Frankie. The moment they accuse me of violating him, the moment they take him away from me.

This is it. It all goes downhill from here. She just walked in on us, there's no turning back.

"I-I'm sorry to interupt." She said nervously, then she left, closing the door behind her.

I stared at the door, waiting for the world to explode or something equally catastrophic.

"W-what h-happened?" Frankie sounded as confused as I felt.

"I have no idea." I muttered.

I moved away from him, sitting back against the cushins.

What just happened? Lori just walked in on us and did nothing, why? She could -should- have yelled at me, told me it was wrong, that I was sick and Frankie's just a little boy. But she did nothing. Frankie's illnes apart, he's still underage, what she just saw should have been the end of this, of us. Sixteen is nowhere near legal age, to the world I'm a pedofile.

Is that even true? I mean, does loving Frankie make me a pedofile? I don't like other boys and I would never hurt him. But, normal nineteen year olds don't lust over sixteen year old boys that look twelve and act ten.

I looked over at Frankie, he was still lying on the carpet, one leg bent at the knee and the other streched straight. He had his arms spread out and was staring intently at the ceiling. His shirt had roden up more, showing his flat tummy up to his belly-button. And his pajama pants hanging dangerously low on his hips.

I looked down at me lap. I shouldn't have noticed that. And I shouldn't be wishing he'd just take off the damn shirt.

But I'm not sick, right? I mean, it's not a bad thing, if he wants it. He's sixteen and mentally ill, he doesn't know what he wants. Only he does, right? He's made it clear this whole time what he wants, what he feels. So, that's solved, right?

God, I'm so off topic.

Frankie's childish giggles pulled me away from my thoughts.

"Frankie, wha-"

"S-sh! You'll scare them!" He whisper yelled.

I followed his gaze up to the ceiling, not exactly surprised when I didn't see anything.

"What are you looking at, hun?" I asked slowly.

"B-bunnies!" He giggled.

"Hun...theres nothing there." I stated carefully. I didn't know if it was the best thing to say, but I can't just play along.

He frowned, then closed his eyes and sighed. He opened them again and frowned even more. I moved towards him, siting right next to him.

"Do you feel okay, Frankie? Are you tired?" I asked.

"Y-yeah, t-tired."

He stood up, I followed. He leaned on my shoulder and looked back up at the ceiling.

"Y-you s-sure no b-bunnies?" He asked again.

I rubbed his back. "I'm sure, hun. Let's go to sleep, okay?"

He nodded, I picked him up bridal style and carried him up to his room. I carefully lied him down on his bed, he had fallen asleep on the way up and walked back down to the ground floor. I have to talk to Lori.

I walked in to the kitchen and found her washing dishes. Why is she even here? It's around three in the morning, who does the dishes at three a.m.?

"Hello, Lori." I greeted, not sure of what to say or how to aproche the situation.

She turned to me, a startled look on her face. "It's late. I thought everybody was asleep."
"We need to talk."

"About what?" She asked, looking confused.

"About...about what you saw earlier." This is so awkward.

"I'm sorry. I really am, I shouldn't have gone down there. I won't say anything, I promise." She said, looking down at her feet and looking ashamed.

"I- what?"

"What you do is none of my bussiness. I'm sorry for having interupted and I swear it won't happen again." She said.

"Wait. What?" I was genuanlly confused.

"Don't worry, I promise I won't say a word of your 'relationship," she made air quotes on 'reltionship'. "Everybody has their kinks, right? It's okay for you to have a romance."

"No, what? No! I want to set things straight." I sighed. "What Frankie and I have isn't just a 'romance'. And it's not my 'kink'. I..." I faltered, what exactly was I going to say? Do I just tell her everything? "I love Frankie. I don't want you -or anybody- to think that I would take advantage of him. All I want is for him to be happy...And I would aprectiate you keeping this a secret."

She nodded, not meeting my eyes. I started walking towards the door when I heard her mutter to herself.

"Why'd he like the retard?"

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to her with a death glare.

"What did you just say?" I spat through clentched teeth.

"Nothing, sir." She answered politely.

I will skin this bitch. "If you dare say something like that I swear to-"

"Gee-rawrd?" My angry rant was interrupted by that sweet voice.

We both turned to the doorway to see Frakie standing there. Rubbing his eyes his hair messy and looking like he just woke up. Which was probably ccorrect.
"Frankie, what are you-"

"W-why'd y-ya' l-leave?" He yawned, so cute.

He walked towards me, running his finger through his long chocolate brown hair, trying to get it to stay down. When he got to where I was standing he wrapped his arms around my neck and pressed his lips to mine. My eyes widened, I put my hands on his shoulders and lightly pushed him back, kissing in front of Lori isn't exactly a good idea.

"W-what?" He looked a bit hurt.

I turned to Lori who was staring intently at her shoes. He followed my gaze, huffing and letting go of me when he understood what I was trying to say.

"So, is everything clear now, Lori?" I asked.

She looked up and nodded. "Yes, sir. I won't say a thing."

"Yes, but do you understand the situation?"

She blinked, looking from Frankie -who was death glaring- to me. "I think I understand."
That's good enough. I nodded and turned to Frankie, who was still glaring at her. What was that about?

"Frankie, let's go, okay?"

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Y-you're f-finally d-done t-talking?"

"Uh, yes?" It came out more of a question. Is he seriously mad? What did I do wrong this time?
He narrowed his eyes and left the kitchen, I followed him. Why is he mad? I didn't do anything, right?

"Frankie? Hun, what's wrong?" I caught up with him at the stairs. He tried to walk past me so I held him back by the arm. He was on the first step and I was on the ground floor.

"S-she l-likes y-you." He stated. As if that was any help.

"What? Lori?"

"Y-yeah...Y-you l-like h-her?"

"No. Frankie, for starters that makes no sense and I don't 'like' anybody but you. I love ."
He visibly relaxed, then he wrapped his arms around my neck and leaned foward. I kissed back this time, it's not like I didn't want to kiss him in the kitchen, but it was inapropriate. But he pulled back a second later.

"W-why'd y-you l-leave m-me t-to g-go talk to h-her?" he asked, looking confused.

"Because, I needed to make sure she didn't tell anybody about us."

"W-why? E-embaressed a-about me?" He looked hurt, his hazel eyes sparkled with sadness.
I hugged him close to me, running my fingers through his long silky hair. "Of course not, Frankie. But if your mom were to find out, she wouldn't let me see you, rememeber?"

"Y-yeah." He nodded, then he stepped out of the hug and took my hand, leading me back up to his room. He didn't bother closing the door, just walked back up to the bed and lied down. I closed it behind me and locked it.

I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Frankie crawled over to me, leaning on my back with his legs wrapped around my waist and his arms around my shoulders. He placed a soft kiss on my neck, his warms breath sending goos-bumbs over my skin. He nuzzled my hair and whispered a sweet 'I-I love y-you.' close to my ear.

I sighed in content. "I love you, too, hun."

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