Mr. Way - Frerard

I entered my house after being dropped off by Gerard. I closed the door quietly behind me, hoping not to draw my Ma's attention. However, she still heard me come in, and called me through to the living room to see her. She was watching some cooking show on television. I could only hope my appearance didn't give away what Gerard and I had been doing.

"You're late, where we're you?" she asked. Her tone of voice was not anger but concern.

"I missed the bus, I had to walk back," I said, having already prepared my excuse. She accepted this and was about to turn back to her cooking show when she peered at me closely. I began to panic, wondering what she was looking at. "Frank, what is that on your neck?"

Shit.Gerard had left his mark. "It's nothing, Ma."

"Frank, is that... Oh, Frankie, I knew there was a boy!" She exclaimed, and I groaned. "Oh, my baby's all grown up."

"Ma, can we skip all of this?" I asked, my embarrassment growing. She continued fuss over me. "You have invite him over for dinner!"

"Ma, how would you feel if... if he was older than me?" I asked.

"How much older?"

"Not much, a few years." This was when I realised that I didn't know Gerard's age. He couldn't have been older than 25, though.

"Oh, you know I don't mind. Tell me about him, how did you guys meet?"

"He's called Gerard. I met him through an art project," I said, and it wasn’t exactly a lie.

My Ma continued to interrogate me about Gerard whilst I worried about whether I could possibly ask him over for dinner with my mother when he was my teacher, and we hadn't even gone on our first date yet.

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