I don't feel like I'm strong enough

***Frank***
I rolled my eyes at him and laughed. "Yes, I did." He smiled at me and stood up off the swing. "Do you want me to walk you home?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders. "If you want. It's almost dinner time, though so my mom will probably invite you to stay for food." I smiled at him. "Okay." I gave him an earbud and we listened to All Time Low on the way to his house.
When we got there, the appearance of his house made me smile. It was a little homey looking two story. It was light yellow with white shutters. We went to the door and he opened it. We walked in and the scent of food filled my nostrils. I looked around. There was a small black tv up against the wall, light brown carpet and a black couch. There was a table in the dining room, and pictures of people everywhere. "Gee bear, is that you?" I heard a feminine voice say. "Yeah, ma!" Gerard yelled. A small woman with light blonde hair and Gerard's face appeared from the kitchen. She smiled at me and asked Gee "Geebear who's your friend?" Gerard smiled at her and said "This is Frank." She smiled at me and I shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Way." I said. She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Please, hun, call me Donna." I smiled at her and nodded. "Well I hope you'll stay for dinner" She said and Gee smiled at me with a hopeful look in his eyes. I shrugged. "Sure, thanks." She grinned and showed her white teeth. "Well, we're having Hamburgers, I hope that's okay." My smile fell. "I uh... don't eat meat." I told her and her smile faltered a little. "That's okay, we have other things." I smiled at her and thanked her and followed Gerard up to his room. His room had a bunch of posters and his bed was really big and black. We sat on his bed and talked for a long time until his mother called us down for dinner.
While we were sitting at the table, his mother started to talk to me. She handed me a veggie burger and said "So, Frank, what do your parents do?" I thought about what I would say for a minute. I didn't want them to know I was rich. "My dad works in construction and my mom works for an insurance company." She nodded and smiled. "Well that's good." She said and throughout the dinner, I just kept adding on more lies, trying to make myself seem normal. I didn't want them to treat me any different if they knew my home life.

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