"Gee-rawrd?"


"Yes, Frankie?"


"Y-you don't c-care t-that I'm d-dumb and u-ugly?"


I looked down at Frankie incredulously. Why did he think that? I let go of him and sat on the bed. He sat down next to me.


"Why do you think that, Frankie?"


He lied his head in my lap, face up looking up at me with the most innocent expression ever, "D-dunno."


"Frankie, you shouldn't think li-"


"W-wanna watch a m-movie?" he interrupted me.


"Frankie. Pay attention, please."


He pouted, "I w-wanna g-go to t-the m-movies."


Maybe it be best if Frankie didn't think about that too much? He might get upset and I really don't want that.


"...want me to take you to the movies?"


"Y-yeah!" he sat up and hugged me.
I slowly wrapped my arms around him. Frankie was really touchy-feely and I wasn't used to that, so.
I watched with a stupid smile on my face as Frankie ran to his walk-in-closet. Then I pulled on my shoes and jacket. A few seconds later I heard Frankie call me.


"Gee-rawrd?" his voice was shaky.
"What is it, Frankie?"
"H-h-...jduebe...elp..." I could barely make out what he was saying, "...s-sp...lkshdhf...s-spi...nxdsbd...der..."
Did he say spider?


"H-HELP!"


I got up and ran to the closet. Frankie was curled up in a corner, shaking and blubbering, pointing at the wall.
"Frankie? What's wrong?"


"Sp-sp-spider!" he pointed at the wall.


I looked at it but didn't see anything. Maybe he's hallucinating?
"Frankie, there's nothing there."


"D-don't l-lie...t-there's a-a sp-spider...i-it's go-gonna e-eat m-me"


I walked to where he was and kneeled in front of him," Frankie, there's nothing there."


He threw himself in to my arms, knocking me down. I just kind of lied there for a couple seconds, trying to figure out what had just happened. When my brain caught up to the moment I wrapped my arms around Frankie and ran my fingers through his hair.
I tried to get up, but with Frankie completely on top of me that wasn't going to happen. It was slightly awkward, being chest to chest with Frankie.

And I'm not even going to try to convince myself that I wasn't thinking of Frankie in an inappropriate way.
Which made the whole embrace even more uncomfortable.
"Frankie, let's get up, okay?"


He sniffled and sat up...on top of me. He had his knees on either side of me. So, he was basically straddling me.
"Frankie, get off me, please?"


He pouted, "N-no"


He lied his head on my chest again, sight above my heart.
"Frankie, ge-"


"I c-can hear y-your h-heart"


He moved his hips slightly, to get more comfortable. Which was probably the worst thing he could do at the moment.

Because in my perverted brain that was the same thing as grinding, and I really shouldn't be thinking about these type of things at the moment.

"Oh fuck, Frankie get off"


He sat up and pouted, "Y-you're me-mean...y-you h-hate me!" he covered his face with his hands, I think he's crying again.


"No, Frankie. It's just that...it's awkward."


"Y-you me-meany!"


"Frankie, get off please."


"N-no"


"If you don't get off we can't go to the movies."
He immediately got off, not with out accidentally grinding again.
He ran off to find some clothes. I lied there for a couple minutes, willing my 'problem' to go away.


I can't believe that happened to me. I can't believe I let myself think these things. I can't believe how much of a perv I am If I got hard from thinking of Frankie.


"Gee-rawrd?"


I got up and walked to where Frankie was trying to pick out some shoes.
"What is it, Frankie?"


"C-can't r-reach" he pointed at the black converse on the top shelve.


"Okay, I'll get it."


I reached up to get them. The shelves were pretty tall so I had to stretch out my arms and stand on the tips of my toes.

I almost fell over when I felt Frankie hug me from behind. Since I had stretched my arms my shirt had rode up and there was a bit of my stomach showing, and since Frankie was hugging me, he had his hands on the sliver of skin that was showing.

His soft, warm hands on my cold flesh felt a lot better than what I'm willing to admit.
"Frankie...what are you doing?" I asked, once I had remembered how to breathe and cursed myself for savoring the feel of his skin on mine.


He rested his head on my back and started to sway slightly, "L-like y-you l-lots"


I smiled, he was just so damn cute, "I like you, too, hun"


He let go a few seconds later, I grabbed the shoes and handed them to him,


"T-thanks Gee-rawrd" He grabbed his clothes and shoes and ran off to the bathroom.
I can't let myself think like this. It would just hurt Frankie. I can't hurt him.

Linda doesn't seem to care much for him, he has no siblings, his father died (acording to my dad) and acording to Linda, there aren't any relatives willing to recognise Frankie.
He has no one.

I want to be there. I want to be the one he comes to for help. I want to keep him safe. If I don't, who will? No one.

As horrible as it sounds, no body cares for Frankie. But, that doesn't matter anymore. I'm here for him. I don't care if he's ill. I can care for him. I want him to be happy and live a good life.
I doubt any one else can (wants to) give him that.
But I can. I can, and I want to care for Frankie.


"Gee-rawrd?" I walked out of the closet, Frankie was standing in front of a huge vanity mirror in the corner of his room, holding a brush.
He was dressed in dark skinny jeans, a red collar shirt, a black cardigan and his pair of black converse.

"What is it, Frankie?"


He turned to me and looked up at me with big doe eyes, "B-b-brush m-my h-h-hair?" I smiled.


I walked over and took the brush from his hands, "T-t-thanks" he was stuttering a lot more.


I started to brush his beautiful hair. Carefuly undoing the very few knots and rejoicing in the feeling of Frankie's gorgeuos chocolate locks in between my fingers. It felt like fine silk.
I heard a knock at the door and then I see Linda's reflexcion come rushing in to the room. Stopping dead in her tracks when she saw me.


"G-good morning, Gerard."


"Morning, Linda"


"H-h-hi m-mom!"


Frankie didn't turn to look at her, instead waving at her reflection in the tall mirror.
"Good Morning, Frank. Did you sleep well?" she spoke to Frankie very slowly, carefully pronouncing every word.


"Y-yeah...Gee-rawrd's g-g-gonna t-take m-me to the m-movies" he smiled at me in the mirror.
I smiled back. Feeling my heart swell at the sight of a happy Frankie.


"Oh." Linda didn't look half as happy as Frankie, "You don't have to Gerard."


"But I want to...We'll be back later." she opened and closed her mouth a few times.


Frankie giggled, "Y-you l-l-look like a-a f-f-fish."


"Frankie, you have to take your pills now" Linda said.


She walked to us, holding out some pills and a glass of water for Frankie.
"N-no, e-ew" he turned away from her and started to mutter about how much he didn't want to take the pills.
There were quite a few of them. A pink one, two blues, a small white one and a larger white one.


"Take them Frankie. It's for your good" I spoke softly to him.


He turned to me, looking at me with those big beautiful eyes, "O-okay" he turned to Linda and took the pills and water. He swallowed all of the pills with only a small sip of water and then gave the almost full glass of water back to Linda.

She didn't leave, instead eyed Frankie strangely. Frankie glared at her for a few seconds and then sighed. He walked closer to her and opened his mouth.
Oh. She was probably checking to make sure he actually took them.


"Uh, I- Will you two be home for lunch?"


"No" I answered, not looking at her. I was too busy watching Frankie brush his hair.


"Uhm...and for dinner?"


"...maybe, we'll see."


I turned to her, she looked quite confused and maybe a little scared.


"Uhm, Frank needs to take these," she passes me a small box of medicine, "at uhm...three, after lunch."


I took the small box, "Okay, I'll make sure he takes them."


She left without another word. She didn't even say good-bye to Frankie.
"Frankie, your hair is fine, you don't have to keep brushing it."


He turned to me and pouted, "I-it l-looks ugly."


I walked to him and took the brush away, "I think you look great, okay? And I really like your hair. I think your beautiful. And who ever tells you diferently is sorely mistaken."
He hugged me tightly, almost knocking me down again, I placed the brush on the table and wrapped my arms around his small frame.

So small. So beautiful. So perfect.


"L-let's g-go, Gee-rawrd."


I let go of him, "Okay, let me just go to my room for my bag an-"


"I'll g-go with y-you!"


"Uh...okay."


He ran out of the room, a few seconds later he ran back to me, "W-where's y-your room?"


I smiled, then walked to the door and led Frankie up the stairs, "It's on the floor above."


"T-too f-far" he muttered


"You can stay here if you'd like? I won't be long"


"N-no, I'll g-go."


I walked up the long flight of stairs with Frankie trailing at my heels.
When we got to my room I opened the heavy door and let Frankie in, he slowly made his way in to the large, dark room.

I walked to the large black sofa under the window and picked up my bag. Then I went to the walk-in closet and took a black button up shirt and a red tie. I changed in the bathroom, when I came out I found Frankie looking out the window at the beautiful view of the house lands.


"I-it's p-pretty here." he muttered to himself. He looked so grim and serious.
He probably didn't realize I was here.


"...let's go, hun."


He turned to me and smiled genuinely.


"Y-yeah."


When we got to the door Frankie turned to me an hugged me, "L-like you"


"I like you, too, hun."


"...I l-like it w-when you c-call me t-that."


"Call you what?"


"H-hun. I l-like t-that."


"I didn-" I cut myself off.


I did call him that. And I didn't even notice.

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