Mute

Frank's POV*

I wake up with a flinch. I look around feeling confused.
"Fuck...," I mumble running a hand through my damp hair.
I attempt to step out of the bed, but my blanket gets caught on my foot, and I fall onto the floor.
I curse under my breath as I stumble over to the hamper in the corner. I pull out a fairly clean pair of jeans and throw them on. I grab a Misfits shirt from my drawer and head down stairs. As I enter the kitchen, a familiar voice greets me.
"Good morning, Frank," my mom says from the table, drinking a cup of tea as she taps her fingers on the wooden surface.
"Hi,"I mutter walking to the coffee maker in the corner of the room on the counter.
I grab a mug from the cupboard and pour the coffee into it.
"Tomorrow, we are meeting someone, so we should tidy up today," she smiles warmly at me as I sit across from her at the table.
"Who?" I ask taking a swig of my drink. Could use sugar.
"Well, Frank, we're having a foster child live with us," she says excitedly.
"You're kidding," I nearly drop my drink as I lift it to my lips.
"About such things? Nope," she grins.
"Please mom, tell me that you're joking," I beg.
"Frank, it'll be fine," she places her hand on mine.
I pull away folding my arms over my chest.
"No way," I say crossly.
"Frank, c'mon. He needs a place to go."
"Make some one else do it," I spit.
"Frank, I'm not asking you to like him. I'm asking you to be nice."
"But what if he never shuts the hell up?" I whine.
"He can't-doesn't talk. He won't be bothering you, and LANGUAGE," she says strictly.
She acts like I screamed fuck at the top of my lungs, and the neighbor who's deaf heard it. "Where will he sleep?" I ask. She gives me a look. My room. "No. Not my room," I shake my head. "Fine. Gimme your phone," she holds out her hand.
"Hey, let's not be hasty here," I say suddenly. "I'll be nice to the kid."
She smiles with glee.
"Two questions: Name? Age?"
"His name is Gerard, and he's fourteen."
Great, not only will he be awkwardly quiet, he will be all hormonal.
I chug down the rest of my coffee, and try to leave quickly.
"I'm gonna need your help,"she says kindly. "I need you to help bring that extra bed to your room.
I let out a frustrated groan.
*
I lay on bed staring over at the neatly made bed for that Gerard kid in the corner of the room.
I let out a loud sigh and put in my ear buds. I turn up the volume to maximum and play a variety of different songs.
The first song is Shut Me Up by Mindless Self Indulgence.
I roll onto my side thinking about that dumb kid who's gonna be taking over my room. Taking over the house.
Just wait, Mom is gonna give him whatever he wants, although, he can't tell her what he wants.
Thoughts of meeting him come to my thoughts.
I wish the meeting of this Gerard character weren't so short notice.

Notes

Chapter by gay llama