He wants me to be his

I laid in my bed, heart pounding, my mind going seventy directions at once as I kept thinking of it...Florida. I've never left the state of New Jersey really, and my mom wants- making me move to Florida? This isn't fair..I don't want this, Gerard doesn't want this. That has to matter to her, that has to. She can't be that selfish to move us to fucking Florida without even thinking of how Gerard and I feel in the situation. I just got a relationship with my dad and it's not fair she's just gonna move us like this.

Why do I always have to do what she wants, not what I want. I mean yeah I'm seventeen so it's understandable why can just drag me around like a rag doll because I'm a minor- that doesn't means it's fair. I just wanna stay here with my family and Gerard. My Gerard.

"Frankie..?" I heard as Gerard's head peaked through the crack in my room door.

"Hi," I croaked, crawling in a ball in fetus position.

He walked in, closing the door and sat down on the bed and laid my head on his lap, playing with my hair, "I know you don't wanna move," he whispered, smiling sadly at me, "I don't wanna either but we have to,".

"No," I whined burying my face in his crotch.

"F-Frank if your gonna do that I'm gonna get a b- here,"he said is picking me up and sitting me on his lap. I buried my face in the crook of his and snugged my arms around his neck, "It's gonna be okay in Florida, okay? We're gonna have fun,"he says lifting positivity in his voice.

"But I like it here," I say, lifting my head and looking him in the eyes.

"I do too- Frankie your eyeliner is running all over your face baby," he said chuckling, wiping his fingers over the smudge eyeliner- which is only making worse.

"Gerard- you're making it worse stop," I giggle, pushing his hand away.

"What I'm not doing anything," he said with a smirk using his hand to wipe the makeup more on my face, I slapped his hand out of the way again, giggling. He smirked at me before flipping me on the bed and began tickling on my chest.

"G-Gerard! Stop!" I giggled squirming around as he grabbed my wrist on pinned them above my head so I couldn't stop him as he tickled me.

"What's that Frankie? I can't hear you," he said over my fits of laughter as he tickled on my stomach.

"Gerard help me put my suit case in the taxi," my mom yelled from downstairs.

Gerard rolled his eyes, getting off me, I looked at him confused, "Where's my mom going," I asked, frowning as I sat up.

He ran his hands threw his hair and looked back at me, "She's going to Florida to check out her new headquarters," he says.

"Oh- okay," I said.

"Gerard! Get your ass down here," she yelled.

He rolled his eyes, rolling up his sleeves, "Jesus Linda I'm coming," he said running out of the room.

I giggled, standing up and going to my stereo,and putting in three CDs in each disc.

My mom got me the stereo for my fifteenth birthday and it has two speakers and can fit three CDs in it. I usually only put it on low so only I can hear it in my room.

"Teenage angst has paid off well Now I'm bored and Old Self-appointed judges judge More than they have sold," The stereo sang out.

I smiled, and began to dance around, taking off my shirt- as the music payed as I hopped around my room, dancing in my room, swaying my hips to the beat.

Hands were placed as I swayed around to the music. I smirked, turning around and facing Gerard, wrapping my arms around his neck, "so how's your marriage," I say and feeling his fingers mess around with my boxer strap the rose above my pants.

"Your mom is upset with me and says I'm acting too much like your father," He says, creeping his hand to my pocket in the back. I smiled, "Hm daddy," I cooed. He made a face a disgust, scrunching his nose, "ew,". I made a fake frown, getting out of his touch.

"What," he whined as I took off my pants. "I don't kink shame,"I say as his breath hitched as I undressed myself.

"I-I don't kink shame...but daddy kinks are just gross," He says watching me.

I make a fake pouty face, and walking into the bathroom. "W-where are you going," he asked me. I smirked and stuck my head out side the bathroom door, "I'm going to shower. Just shower," I say with a serious face.

I'm not in the mood for sex.

"Okay I'm coming," he says with a smile, running to the bathroom like a little four year old.

I giggled, taking off my boxers and getting into the the shower, turning on the hot water, "Are you coming I asked," sticking my head outside the curtain.

He slipped off his briefs and entered the shower, and let the water hit his hair, making it wet. I smiled watching him, letting the water roll of his flesh.

He ran his fingers threw his hair, rolling his head back exposing his neck.

I slowly creeped over to the water, and wrapped my arms around his waist. He smiled, drifting his back to its normal position, he wrapped his around my neck and we stared into each other's eyes. I smiled and leaning up and kissing him, "I love you," I muttered up against his lips. He pulled away quickly and looked at me concerned, "what," he said quickly.

Oh shit.

What have I done.

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