Gerard rubbed his forehead in frustration. All he was trying to do was draw a simple charcoal drawing, and with every stroke of the pencil, Frank’s small petite face would materialize on the creamy paper. He set down the stubby wooden utensil, and scooted his chair back. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was already 6:45.

Frank was probably waiting for dinner.

Earlier in the day, Gerard had seen a woman pull into the parking spot next to Frank’s mustang. She had opened the door angrily, straight auburn hair whipping around her unseen face from the wind before furiously knocking on Frank’s front door. Gerard had lost interest after that, and continued his sketching, but now it was time to fetch the younger boy.

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Gerard walked out the front door, and walked across the small parking lot until reaching Frank’s old wood door, and knocked four times.

The door creaked open a few minutes later, a disheveled Frank peering around it. “Hey, Gee.” he croaked, glancing behind him. Gerard nodded and advanced to go inside. Frank reluctantly, to his surprise, opened the door and closed it quietly.

“So how about we have dinner here instead?” Frank said in a hushed voice. Gerard acknowledged the action, but didn't get why he was doing it.

“Uh, sure?” Gerard said equally as quiet. “Are you feeling okay?”

Frank just nodded, and motioned for Gerard to sit on the couch. He glanced back at the bedroom, and walked over there and quietly shut the door, unnoticed by Gerard.

The raven haired man sighed. “So, what have you done all day?”

“Cleaned. Rearranged. Scheduled some more modeling work.” Frankie replied as he shuffled into the quaint kitchen, pulling some veggie burgers from the cream colored freezer and setting them into a steel pan on the stove.

Gerard chuckled lightly, turning around to face the younger boy. “How did you get into that career anyways?” Frank tensed up, gripping the counter hard.

“Oh,” he hissed at nothing. “My dad is Francesco Antonio Iero.” Frank said quietly, adding oil to the pan. Gerard just stared wide eyed.

“Your dad,” he waved his hand in Frank’s general direction, “Is Francesco Antonio Iero of the Italian Art Society?”

Frank nodded. “I lived in Italy for the first 8 years of my life, and then moved to Augusta, Maine to live with my mother.” he continued while he flipped over the browning burger. “She died a year later, and my Dad said that I either came back home, or pursued an art in the states.”

“You did nude work at nine?” Gerard cried angrily, fisting at the plush couch. Frank turned around shaking his head, in silent laughter.

Frank stopped laughing and said “No. No, I said an art, which was music. And, guitar specifically.” Gerard calmed and leant back into the soft material of the couch.

“So, how did you get into nude work?” Gee said very somberly, turning his eyes up at the beautiful man before him.

Frank briefly studied his bedroom door again and then proceeded to pull out two paper plates and set them on the counter. “I was low on income, after my Nanny left permanently when I turned 16.” Frank’s small voice dimmed and he scooped the patties onto the plates and walked over to the couch, handing Gerard one and a fork.

“I played guitar at a coffee place for a long time, but the tips weren't enough. A man who worked there’s brother had an art company up in Rhode Island and he said I was model material.” Frankie continued between bites, turning his neck around to gaze at his bedroom door again, and Gerard was getting irritated.

“And?” Gerard urged on, anger ripping through his tone accidentally, startling Frank.

“So I moved up there, and worked as a nude model until they said I had too many tattoos. So I packed my bags, and marched up to Bellville this year. I had an offer already to work at the Jersey Art Institute, they had heard of my dad.” Frank scoffed, and set his plate on the glass coffee table. He opened his mouth to continue, but they both heard a quiet pitter patter of feet come from behind Frank’s bedroom door.

Gerard raised his eyebrow curiously, and got up to go over to it, but Frank was right in front of him.

“Want some coffee?” Frank asked, with a big Fake smile, and Gerard just squinted an nodded, eyes never leaving the bedroom even when he went to lean on the kitchen counter.

The brown haired man sighed after placing a filter in the coffee machine, and wrapped his arms around Gerard’s middle. “I missed you.” His voice was muffled by burying his face into the soft white v-neck Gerard was adorned in. Frank flipped Gerard around, Frank’s back against the counter now and stared up at Gerard’s dark eyes.

“I missed this.” Frank hummed as he got on his tiptoes and touched his lips onto Gerard’s own, kissing deeply. But Gerard wasn't kissing back. “What’s wrong?” asked Frank, pulling away.

“What, Who, the fuck is in your room?!” Gerard barked at Frank, stepping away.

Just as Frank was going to answer, they both heard a door creak open, it’s handle smacking the wall next to it. Gerard flipped around, and his mouth hit the floor.

A little girl in a robin themed pair of pajamas, curly auburn pigtailed hair just brushing the top of her cape stood just outside the bedroom door. She blinked a few times, and stepped farther into the room. The lamp light hit her face and Gerard could see she resembled Frank almost exactly, honey- colored green eyes and all. Rubbing her eyes, and yawning she cocked her head to the side.

“Daddy, who’s that?”

Notes

OMG BET YOU DIDNT EXPECT THAT!

Ain't she just a doll?

Anywho, you guys have two more chapters to come up with a new character. The requirements are in the last chapter Shit, so BE CREATIVE!

Alright Goodbye Lovelies,
xoxo Sage