You're gonna hate me.

But oh well. Prepare to meet Mikey in this suck fest of a chapter.

I don't own these dudes.

T xxx

Days passed uneventful. Nothing else happened between the two and it was fine like that. Frank didn't feel any need to really talk to Gerard and as a result wasn't having any issues with the professional silence they shared. Of course the silence on Frank's part wasn't so optional but never mind that.

At this particular moment in time, a week since the conversation with Gerard happened, Frank was sitting next to one of the 4 year olds in the class have a drawing competition. Now Frank wasn't exactly one to brag but…his dinosaur was bloody amazing. All silver cos he got to use his mum's special glitter pens from her pencil case despite her telling him not to.

'That's not fair! I only got to use crayons!'

In response to the angry curly-haired kid Frank just poked out his tongue immaturely and stood up. One thing he loved about this place was he was taller than all the other kids. Their age in comparison to his was irrelevant in the matter. Actually, Frank liked working here a lot in general. He felt he wasn't being judged and that he could just be himself. Little Frankie, the vegetarian kid who could play guitar and liked skittles. He didn't need to pretend. And most importantly the kids here didn't know about what he'd done. The only one that knew but his mum was Gerard. And thankfully he didn't judge him at all.

Perhaps that why he hugged him after their conversation a week ago. To be honest he didn't really know why he'd done that. It was just impulse really. Gerard was probably only being nice to him anyway. It's not nice to pick on people 6 years younger than you.

He highly doubted there was any feeling there at all and that it had just been out of pity or being nice. The guy probably had a pretty girlfriend with perfect features and was probably planning to propose to her.

Wait! Why should that even matter. Frank wasn't gay. His thing for Aiden must have just been infatuation or something. He certainly wasn't attracted to this Gerard guy. Nope. Definitely not. Nothing about him, not even his perfect hazel eyes or his thick raven hair, was attractive in that way. Frank did not fancy Gerard at all. And that was the end of it.

A swift kick to the shin brought him back to reality.

His eyes widened in 'wtf' at the little brown haired girl who had a much stronger kick that she seemed able to possess.

'Don't pick on Ray! Big fat meanie!'

At that moment he looked over to the curly-kid, Ray, and saw him blushing red. Humour began to fill his being and his face scrunched up in a snigger. As the 4 year old looked up still blushing Frank made some kissy faces and ran just as he was about to get beaten up by little people. Being beaten up by guys twice your size was one thing. Being beaten up by reception kids, a very different story.

As he ran from the angry midgets he paid no attention where he was going and ended up crashing into Gerard who carried one of the monster's wet painting.

He wasn't gonna lie. The older guy did not seem happy about having his shirt splattered with paint. Sheepishly, Frank hung his head avoiding his hazel stare.

'You stupid fu…' He thought twice before continuing his curse as two little girls with pigtails ran past. 'Why don't you mind where you're going next time huh?'The spite and venom in his voice made Frank shudder. But instead of leaving it like a regular and sane person, Frank picked up a pen and scribbled on his palm before showing Gerard the writing.

What's wrong?

'Nothing's wrong!' It only took an eyebrow raise form the shorter boy to make Gerard tell all. 'My bro's just giving me a hard time is all.'

An eye roll from Frankie and another hand scribble.

Well don't take your brother's dickness out on me.

After Gerard had clearly finished reading Frank's scrawny writing (his hands weren't that big), he walked away before the older had a chance to reply, ending up behind his mother's chair resting his chin on her head as she typed up a news letter for the kids' parents.

'You're going to get tired of standing on your tiptoes ya know.' Ah his mother. Ever since he had started getting better mentally she had become less of a worrying mother and more of a sarcastic one. He didn't mind of course, she wasn't babying him anymore after all but she did most of the time aim for his height or lack of.

Breathing out heavily Frank stood down and leant on the desk next to her, peeking up at Gerard who had just hung up the slightly-ruined-but-wasn't-that-good-to-start-with piece of art work on the washing line they used for wet paintings.

'Why are you so huffy all the sudden anyway?' She muttered not taking her eyes away from the screen.

Making sure he wasn't looking as he did so, Frank pointed towards the dark haired figure with a slight glare.

'Let me guess, his brother's upset him?' At her sons raised eyebrows she continued. 'He's not a nice person. Tries to get on everyone's bad side right from the start. Gives Gerard hell he does.'

Nodding, Frank decided not to ask – imply – any more questions. Not that that made his mum shut up.

'See, Gerard's having a little trouble with money lately and so can't afford the train fare this week. I offered to pick him up out courtesy but he refused saying it was too out of the way. So he resorted to his brother.'

No more was said on the matter and the day past as any normal day would. But as they left the building at 3:30 a black van was parked next to the small ford car that smelled kind of like cucumber.

Leaning on the vehicle was a lanky figure with brown spiked up hair and sunglasses. He wore leather trousers and black combat boots with an old leather jacket and in Frankie's complete un-gay and honest opinion…he looked hot.

Until he started speaking. That kinda ruined everything.

'Come on dickface, get in the car I've got places to be, girls to do.' Gerard growled slightly at the guy before saying bye to his two colleagues.

'Oh Linda! Hey! Haven't seen you in ages!' Came the voice again.

Franks mother sighed but smiled nonetheless.

'Hi Mikey.' She waved a little, a gesture which he didn't return. Instead he took off his sunglasses and pointed his gaze directly at Frank. Pushing himself away from the van, the punky kid made his way towards the three of them.

'Who's the short ass?' He spoke staring at the mute boy but no asking him the question. Out of the corner of his eye he caught his mother holding back a growl.

'Actually, Mikey, He's my-' But before she could finish Gerard pushed him hard, making him stumble back and nearly fall.

'Why do you have to be such a cock! He can't even fight back! I mean I knew you were a jerk but really?'

Mikey didn't seemed phased by his brother's outburst at all and simply smirked.

'Can't fight back, eh? Come on Gerard. Let's leave.' And it was that simple. He just turned around and went back to his car, getting in the driver's side.

Before Gerard went to go with him however he turned to Frank, eyes filled with apology.

'I'm so sorry about him. He's an idiot just ignore him.'

The rest of that evening all Frank could think about was Gerard and Mikey. How they had a relationship much similar to that of him and Pete the guy who had broke one of his ribs once. In other words they didn't seem comfortable in each other's presence. Which in Frank's opinion, was weird.

But today, Gerard had stuck up for him. After only really knowing him a week he defending him against his brother who he had known his whole life. And he kinda felt something towards him for that. It was probably just admiration. Couldn't be any sort of love. Even so he felt the need to give something back. But what…?

Then suddenly the idea hit him. Taking a deep breath and taking a long sip of water from the glass on his bedside table he opened his mouth and forced out as much sound as he could.

'G…'

You may now shoot the author.

I'm sorry. 1] for not updating in so long. 2] for making a suckish chapter.

Hope it wasn't too bad though. If u found it kinda boring I don't blame u lol. Just R&R anyway? :3

T xxx