This ship may sink!

Linda knew she had to let him go. She was only 15 after all! She had no experience with looking after children, and had no clue what to do other than let her little Frankie go to a stable household in the UK. She entered the boarding office and told them of her situation, holding Frank close for every second of it. A few minuets later, a nun entered, holding a blanket. "Come on now love, hand 'im over an' there won't be no trouble now." She warned, gesturing her hands in a way that meant give her Frank. Linda pressed one final kiss to Frank's little forehead and whispered in his tiny ear, "When you're old enough, please, do come and find me." She said before handing him over to the nun. When she had ahold of him, Frank stirred in his sleep and let out a little whine of discomfort as the nun couched her bony hands around Frank's tiny waist. He was boarded on a small ship and sent of to England to his new family. The smiths were very poor but very nice and sweet people and always made Frank feel like one of their own, even though he was always told he was adopted, but never treated differently. He also knew from a young age of nine that he was homosexual, this would never be accepted in that times society, so he only ever told one person, his best friend, Patrick stump. The stumps lived next door to the smiths and their children were brought up together. Frank and Patrick have always had a strong bond and been best friends. A lot more like brothers than friends, from telling ghost story's at night, to crying on each others shoulders with teenage hormones, they stuck together. This is were our story begins, the two were rushing around their houses, packing their bags to board the oceans goddess herself, the titanic. Of course, only in 3rd class, but it was better than nothing. "Mom, have you seen my shoes?!" Frank yelled down the stairs at his foster mom. He had always been sceptical about calling her mom, but she always insisted on it.
"Yeah honey, their down here!" She replied, picking them up and setting them at the bottom of the staircase. "Frankie, come on Hun! Pat's waiting for you!" His foster mom shouted getting impatient with him. Frank slid down the handrail and landed on both his feet before popping his shoes on and tying the laces. "Come on Frank! She leaves in 15 minuets!" Patrick yelled, jogging on the spot with his bag on his back. Frank picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder and gave his foster mom a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you in 18 months, I love you!" She said, starting to well up with tears, "I love you to mom." Frank said, smiling at her innocently. She walked up to Patrick and squeezed his cheeks. "You look after my Frankie Mr, or you'll have me to deal with!" She scolded his playfully. "Come on pat, we've got to go now!" Frank said, grabbing ahold of Patrick's arm and pulling him out the house. Once they were walking down the street, Patrick checked his watch and much to his surprise, titanic leaves in no more than five minuets! " Shit! Frank! Run, we're gonna be late!" He said, grabbing hold of Frank's hand and dragging him down the street.

They finally made made it to the boarding gates and got to their rooms. "Well that was a close one now wasn't it?" Frank said, slightly out of breath from running so much.
"Oh I headed that!" Patrick said lazily, lying down on his bed and pulling his hat over his eyes. "Get some sleep Frank, you've been awake all night exited, we're here now, so you can relax!" Patrick said, dozing of. Frank laid back and within five minuets of him closing his eyes, he finally dozed of, dreaming of his long lost, real mom.

Notes

Hi ! I'm kittythekilljoy1234 and one of the authors of this story, the other being geesCLULESSgirl. Were working together on this story and it will be well worth a shot, we can assure you that. geesCLUELESSgirl will be writing the next chapter, so until then
Bye x