I Never Told You What I Do For A Living Chapter 10

I awoke to the sound of my mom calling. "Baby, I'm going to work, stay home. Look after him. I love you's both."
"Yep, bye mom, love you too," I replied, trying not to wake, the sleeping Frank next to me. She loves both of us…since when? Maybe she's just being nice. I wondered to myself. I rolled over to face Frankie, a small smile forming on his lips. "I'm awake. I heard your mom and I know what you're thinking, but she is probably just trying to make me feel better,"
"Wow, you're good," I complimented, amazed by Franks judgement.
"I know," he blushed. "So bow are you this morning babe?"
"I'm okay, I have been doing some thinking though,"
"Oh have you now, Gerard?"
"Yeah, maybe we should…hear Mikey out," I suggested nervously. Frank opened his eyes and they began to water, his bottom lip trembling. "I'm so Frankie, we don't have to, it was just a suggestion, you know?" I added quickly.
"Gerard…it….it just hurts. I'm hurting, I don't know if I can do this."
"I know you're hurting babe, so am I. I love you and I never want anything to happen to you ever."
"I know that, I love you too, but I want to see him. Hear him out."
"Now?"
"What time is it,"
"Its 8:30, because my mom, just went to work, but will Mikey still be at home?" I questioned Frank, stroking his hair.
"Yeah, trust me, if I'm not at home, there is no way in hell Mikey will be going to school,"
"Why doesn't he just catch the bus"
"He got bullied a lot from the other kids on the bus, so if I don't drive him, he doesn't go," explained Frank. I sat up in bed, flipped the covers off and got out. Frank followed. I pulled on some jeans and pulled a jumper down over my messy hair. Frank opened the bag I clothes I had bought over, eventually choosing a pair of jeans and a clean white shirt and his usual red tie.

I waited for Frank, to apply his eyeliner and we walked hand in hand to his car. "I d-don't know if I can drive," Frank murmured. I nodded and took the keys from his hand.  Sat in the driver's seat and glanced over at Frankie who was in the passenger's seat, curled up in a tight little ball. He looked so helpless. I really wanted to help him. I stuck the key in the ignition, pulled out of the driveway and drove slowly to Mikey's. I'm in no fuckin hurry to get to Mikey's. I thought to myself.