Mr. Way - Frerard

Agreeing to go to New York with Gerard had left me with the not-so-easy task of persuading my mother to give me permission. To get it over with, I made the decision to ask her that night.

"Ma? Can I ask you something?" I requested.

She looked up from her sewing and said, "What is it, Sweetie?"

"Gerard is going to an art show next week and I was wondering if I could go with him. I'd have to take a couple days off school, if that's okay," I asked hopefully, crossing my fingers behind my back so tightly that it hurt.

"Frankie, I don't know about that." My hopes fell slightly when she sound convinced.

"Come on, Ma. We're both responsible," I tried.

"I’ve only met the boy once, I don't know if I should let you go to New York with him."

"Aren’t I a good enough judge of character? Nothing bad will happen to me when Gerard's around, not if he can help it."

"I'm going to have to think about this," she said before returning her attention to her sewing.

"I understand, Ma," I said, and I was telling the truth. Who would want their seventeen-year-old son staying away at a city with his older boyfriend?

"Honey, it's not that I don't trust you."

"I know, Ma." I kissed my mother on the cheek and left. I knew she was going to come around to the idea eventually, I just had to give her some time.

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