"What are you two doing?" Linda tried to cover her confusion by smiling and acting as if she had just walked in on two kids coloring and not her mentally-ill-son sitting in her way-too-punk-to-care-stepson's lap.


I then realized I still had my arms wrapped tightly around Frankie's waist. I let go, "Frankie, would you get off me?" I asked him as kindly as possible.

"Gee-rawrd d-doesn't w-wanna h-hug m-me?" he looked on the verge of tears.

I quickly hugged him again, pulling him close to me, running my hand through his hair.
It was even softer than what I thought. Soft and silky and for some strange reason it reminded me of hot chocolate on a cold night. No idea why it reminds me of that, and no idea why I'm thinking of that when Linda is standing there looking at me like I just killed someone, but obviously covering it up with a (fake) smile.

"G-Gerard? I just came to...check on Frank, looks like he's doing fine, I'll leave now."

Frankie waved at her and then placed his arms on my shoulders, his head on my chest.
Analyzing the situation, this is more than a little compromising and inappropriate and I don't know why Linda didn't freak out.


Maybe she wants to seem really nice so dad will keep her.
I mean, she just walked in to see her son basically straddling me. Her son which is younger and apparently ill.
All of a sudden Frankie got off me and started eating, telling me about his dream last night and about how nice the house is.


---Time Lapse---


Frankie and I had just finished breakfast and I had called Lori to come clean up.
And Frankie was going to take a bath.
I was halfway out of the room when a robe clad Frankie ran towards me.


"Gee-rawrd, f-fix the w-water?"

Oh? Maybe he wanted warm water and didn't know how to make it come out the right temperature?
"Uhm, what's wrong with the water?"

"S'c-cold!"

Yes, at least I'm not completely lost when it comes to talking to Frankie.
"Okay, I'll go fix it."

I followed him back to the bathroom, I leaned over the ledge of the tub and turned the nobs, placing my hand under the running water until it was perfectly warm.
"Okay, Frankie, all set."


"T-thanks, Gee-rawrd!" He walked to the tub and stuck his hand under the water.
I left the bathroom, and the bedroom, retreating to the library to read, and maybe draw Frankie once or ten times.


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


It was around 3 in the afternoon now. I was still in the library, drawing. I finished what I was drawing and looked at it. Guess what it was?


Frankie.


He's just so perfect for drawing. His bone structure and features are perfect.
I was pretty occupied in looking over my drawing of Frankie in the snow, so when the sweet voice called my name it scared the living shit out of me.


"Gee-rawrd?"
I jumped, after composing myself I turned to him. He was standing at the end of a book shelf. His beautiful eyes seemed to glimmer in the low lighting of the library, he was wearing a blue shirt, tight dark jeans and red converse.


"Hi, Frankie."


I got out of the big armchair I was sat at, placing my sketchbook on the coffee table in front of the chair.


"W-what are y-you d-doing?"

He looked kind of scared, shocked? Confused maybe?


"I was drawing." I answer.

I took a step towards him, he takes a step backwards.
"Are you okay, Frankie?" I ask.


"M-mom s-said..." he looks behind his back nervously. Once he's sure no one is following him he continues, "S-she s-said..." he looks like he's holding back tears.


All of a sudden he runs towards me, almost knocking me to the floor with the force of his hug.
I hugged him back, wrapping my arms around him and trying to understand what had happened.


He was crying now. I sat down on the armchair, pulling him with me, sitting him across my legs.
He sniffled and started to talk, "M-mom s-said I b-bothered e-everyone a-and t-that y-you p-p-probably h-h-h-hated m-me!" he buried his face in the crease of my neck.


"That's not true, Frankie. Don't believe everything you hear. Of course I don't hate you, you're awesome." he looked up at me with tear stained eyes.


"R-really?"


"Of course, I wouldn't lie to you." he sniffled but stopped crying.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, then Frankie got off me and walked towards the coffee table, he picked up my sketchbook, which was open to the drawing of him.

In the sketch he was all bundled up in jackets and scarves and was standing at the edge of the forest, it was snowing. In his eyes you could see happiness and hope.


"T-this i-is me?" he blinked at the drawing.


I got up and walked towards him, "Yes, do you like it?"


He looked up at me, brow furrowed.


"I d-don't look like t-that." he stated firmly and maybe a little angry.


"Well, I don't want to sound pretentious but I think it's pretty accurate."


He shoved the sketchbook in my chest, "I k-know I'm n-not p-pretty. D-don't make f-fun of m-me, fucker. Fucking f-fuck you!"


He shoved past me and walked out of the library.
I watched in shock as he left without even looking back.
What the hell just happened?!
Did he just cuss at me?
I looked at the drawing.
Of course he was pretty. Very, very pretty. This drawing doesn't do him justice.
He didn't seem childish when he got pissed.
I wonder what it is exactly that he has. I mean I know that he's sick, but what does he have?
Brain damage? Maybe Schizophrenia?
He acted like a ten year old when in reality he was sixteen. Maybe it was brain damage? But if it were that then he would act like a kid all the time.
Maybe I'll never know.

Just as I was cleaning up all my things Linda walks in to the library.


"Gerard? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" She sounded -and looked- worried. The bitch, first she makes him feel like shit and then she comes here trying to act like a good person.


"What? Frankie? Hurt me? Not at all." I grabbed my bag and left the library, ignoring the confused look she gave me.

Notes

Hi!

So I kinda decided to update again ._. whatever, comment, rate and subscribe! That makes me happy :D

Oh, and I know you guys wanna know what Frankie has but I'm not gonna tel you yet (because I'm mean :p), but what do you guys think he has?