If Home Is Where The Heart Is, We're All Just Fucked

I followed closely behind the social worker as they led me to my new home. I was meant to be taken care of by a 30 year old man named Gerard Way. He was so young. I wonder why he wasting his life to take care of me. The social worker knocked on the door.
“Mr. Way! Your new foster child is here!” I saw a head stick out from behind the curtains and then disappear, going to the door.
“Frank say hello!” The social worker said, swatting my arm. I nodded. “H-hi.” Please don’t tell me I was going to get all stuttery with my new foster dad.
“Hi Frank!” He chimed, smiling and inviting me in. The social worker had him sign a paper and then walked back to his car, leaving me at the doorstep with a suitcase and shaky hands.
“So, uh…Mr. Way…how long will I be here for?” I questioned, leaning on my luggage that was mostly filled with CD’s.
“As long as you’d like!” Gerard winked. Fuck. My face went red and all the blood went from my head to…you know where.
“Alright. Daddy.” I said the last part under my breath. Hopefully he didn’t hear me.
“Well Frank, follow me!” He beamed as he led me upstairs to my bedroom.
As soon as Gerard brought me upstairs I immediately got turned on. Something about pushing him against the wall and him moaning my name while I fuc-he was thirty, Frank. Get a hold of yourself!
“So um this is your bedroom! Just tell me if you need time alone for a girlfriend…or boyfriend.” Cue awkward silence. He mumbled something that sounded like “or, me.” But it had to be my imagination, right?
“No, I’m lonely. Though I do have my eye on someone.” I smirked. He put arm around me.
“You’ll find someone someday. Maybe closer than you may think.” He remarked, rubbing my shoulder with his hand.
“And maybe they’re right in front of you.” I whispered. I looked up at Gerard. “Thanks.”
Gerard turned me around so I was facing him. Our faces were inches away. As Gerard’s face moved closer to mine, he made an abrupt stop. Maybe he was giving me a hint. To make the first move. Maybe I could. I had no family who cared for me if I went to jail for assault. And if he liked it? Well I guess I’m in luck.
“Frank.” He moaned quietly.

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