"Frank come on,".

"No Gerard,".

"Three days?,".

"Gerard no! We'd had sex three times. Your sexual needs have been filled," I said exiting Gerard and my mothers bed. I grabbed my clothes, looking at the clock, 6:45am. I groaned.

"It's Monday, I have school. Your taking me gee- Gerard, and picking me up. I'm gonna go get ready," I huffed walking out of the room.

That guilty built up again. It feels like a thousand bricks building up in your stomach. It feels like I'm a grenade, at some point I'm going to blow up. But for now, I'm just ticking.

I walk into my room, going to my dresser getting a pair of tight black skinny jeans, and a black and red striped long sleeve shirt. I go to my bathroom, and put on some eyeliner. I put in my piercings and look in the mirror. Great I look like someone's suicidal emo child.

I roll my eyes making my way down the stairs, into the kitchen. Gerard's still not up which settles half of my sexual problems.

I go into a freezer grabbing two toaster waffles putting them into a toaster. I make some coffee. As soon as the coffees done brewing guess who comes down the stairs?

Gerard fucking way.

He has my purple hoodie on and a pair of sweats.

"Hey um Gerard that's mine,".

"I know,".

"Gerard give it-,".

"Your waffles are done Hun," he says taking a seat at the kitchen table. I walk up the toaster grabbing the waffles, then taking my mug and sit across from him.

"Frankie I-,".

"Gerard don't," I snapped at him while I dump my waffle into the cup of coffee.

He stand up sending the chair flying back then he snaps, "no Frank let me finish! I like you. Not just as a sex toy. I like you. I want to go on dates and take you out and make you mine. I want you to be mine! You beautiful and smart, funny, kind and amazing. Just give me a chances this week,".

I stand up to walking over to him"Gerard your married to my mother! Look I care for her. I don't want to hurt her, shes all I have,".

He walks up close to me, "she doesn't have to find out," he whispers into my ear. I bit my lip looking at his.

"I-I have school," I walk past him going up stairs. I grab my bag and my secret 'I like my step dad book', shoving it in the bag heading down stairs.

Gerard stood at the door way waiting to leave. I walked down stairs, then exiting to the car. Gerard followed. Pulling his hair out of his face. He came in the turning on the music.

"Frank- I'm so-,".

I turned up the music, he sighed driving me to school.

Once we got there I stepped out, going to my first period. I sighed this was going to be a long unwanted day.

I sat down at my first period and sense I was early I decided to write a bit.

Okay, I like Gerard. I want something more with him and maybe I should do something. I don't know maybe I'm crazy. I am crazy, very crazy I mean I'm 17. He's like what? Mid thirties as old as my mom?? Ugh I can't wait to move out so I don't have to deal with this sexual problems.

-xo Frank

I slammed my journal shut groaning in anger. I put it away and waited for class to start. Ugh fuck my life.

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I walked out of school. My head hung low, listening to Smashing pumpkins. I looked looking for Gerard, then I saw him. He was wearing black jeans, black converse, white button up, black vest, and black blazer. He was handsome as hell. His hair was done. Smoking a cigarette leaning against the car.

The cars stopped in the parking lot and I ran up to him. I rapped my arms around his neck looking up at him. He smiled dropping his cigarette, stepping on it, "hey sweetheart," he wrapped his arms around my waist. I stepped on my tippy toes, kissing him. "Yes," I mumbled against his lips.

He smiled, "come on I wanna go somewhere,". I let go of him as he did to me. I went to the car sitting down on the passenger side.

He held my hand rubbing his thumb over mine as he drove. I didn't bother to ask where we were going, I just wanted to be with him, screw my mom I wanna feel weightless, and that's how he makes me feel.

We got to the place. It was a restaurant, "come on Frankie let's go in," he said letting go of my hand walking out of the car. I nodded following out. This week is gonna be amazing.

Notes

Today is the day Shakespeare died and apparently it's his birthday as well (it's never actually be confirmed). I've always looked up to him. I have a book of all his completed work so. Happy maybe birthday Shakespeare!

*im so sorry I'm a Shakespeare nut*

but this fic entertains me like oml