FRANK'S POV

Reviewing what I said to Gerard, I felt I was a bit too optimistic. I'm not sure where that came from, but I guess it was the giddiness inside me I felt when I saw him again. Four weeks of complete and desperate longing for one's lips really makes you miss a guy. A whole month, Gerard has been out here on the streets after getting his family taken away. This world is cruel.

The world is ugly. But Gerard is beautiful to me.

I needed him in my arms and I finally got it. But I felt bad for filling him with false hopes of a future. Once you're down, it's hard to get up again.

But I will do all I can so save him. I want him to be happy no matter what.

"Gerard?" I started

"Yes Frankie?" He looked at me confused.

"I missed you… a lot…" I cast my eyes down and a tear fell. Shoot now I look weak. God, there goes another one.

"I missed you too Frankie… More than you'll ever know. I dreamt about you every night wishing I would be clean enough to see you again. But you found me first," He shot me a smile, but it was a broken one. The way his lips cracked when he turned its corners up showed me this was his first smile since that day in the court.

I made him smile. For the first time in 28 days, I made him smile. And that made me smile as well.

"Good thing I did, too," I glanced at him and continued, "How about that shower, huh?" I let out a giggle and he playfully slapped my arm. "Here, I'll drive you to my house,"

I walked a shaky Gerard to my beat up car and we both sat in it, shutting the doors simultaneously. Gee threw his duffel bag in the back seat and exhaled, "This is too good to be true,"

"Yeah, but believe it. You're lucky my parents love you like they love me. Which is a lot, by the way. You don't have to worry about your past experience with adults, my folks are the best ones you'll ever know," I rubbed his knee and shot him a reassuring smile.

"I'm trusting you Frankie, and I'm nervous," he bounced his knee up and down.

"Why?"

"Because now they know I'm gay and it will be awkward this time seeing them,"

"Oh don't worry about that they know I'm gay too duh, I already said that. We can walk in there making out and not a single f**k will be given," I shrugged.

"Not a bad idea," Gerard smirked at me then winked.

"SEE! That's the Gerard I know. You're already coming back," I smiled.

After a couple minutes of driving, we finally met my driveway. Pulling up, my mom saw us, ran outside, and headed straight for Gerard's side of the car. She greets him with a huge loving hug.

"Oh my gosh Gerard I haven't seen you in ages, I heard about your situation from my husband! He works at the jail, so he knows a lot more than he needs to, the nosey man," Somewhere in her rushed ramble, I tuned out. She knew. This. Whole. Time.

"MOM!" I boomed, "How can you not tell me! I was worried sick about Gerard this past MONTH and you don't even tell me what's going on with my own boyfriend?"

She gaped at me then her face fell, "I couldn't tell you, baby, I was sworn to until Gerard showed up again and-"

"Never mind, I-I'm sorry," I felt bad for blowing up on mother because I know I shouldn't be mad. She was only doing what the law told her to, and people have a lot worse parents than me, "Come on Gerard, let's get you washed up,"

Mom smiled at me as I yanked Gerard into the house by his wrist. I led him to the bathroom and handed him a scruffy towel.

"What's wrong, Gerard? You've been quiet for a while," he shrunk down onto my bed and sighed.

"This is weird. You guys just scooped me up and brought me in like a stray," he smiled at nothing and said, "I'm just so happy I don't know what to do."

"Well so far we have only scooped you up," I turned on the shower to full on hot as I shouted through the bathroom/bedroom doorway, "The bringing you in part is still in progress," I walked out of the bathroom and shut my bedroom door that led to the kitchen.

"Why'd you close the door?" He questioned, puzzled.

"Because," I said, turning towards his beautiful frame, which was now sitting up on the edge of my mattress, "It's shower time,"

I moved closer to him and slowly undid his tie, dropping it to the carpet. He looked at me with glowing eyes and smiled, showing me he missed this. So much. Next was his jacket that he hesitantly shrugged off of his shoulders. Smirking, I unbuttoned each button that traced his neck, chest, and stomach, until Gerard was topless. A few deep chuckles came from him and he stood there letting me play fashion designer.

Not breaking eye contact, I reached down to his belt and slid it off of his black jeans, clinking as it hit the floor. I crouched down so I was eye level with his zipper, and I pulled the button loose, then inched the zipper down. Another chuckle.

I used my fingertips to guide his jeans down to his ankles, but I left his boxers on for now. Gerard groaned in agitation when I walked away from him, leaving him half-aroused and half-naked. He held up a middle finger at me.

I laughed because he looked so funny, pants on the ground and angry.

Smiling evilly, I left the room so he could clean up. That should teach him not to run away on me and not tell me where he is!

I was still smiling as I reached the table where my mom was drinking tea and reading a magazine.

"What are you smiling about, Frank?" My smile made her smile and she laughed, "It's been a long time since I saw you smile that much."

"I just missed him so much. He's the one, mom. That's actually what I'm here to talk about…"