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I awkwardly followed Gerard to the kitchen, tripping over my own feet, and I sat down next to him at the oval-shaped dinner table. Mikey sat next to Gerard, and their mother, Donna, introduced herself to me, and served us dinner. We were having sushi, which I learned was Mikey's favorite. He hugged his mom and thanked her, while Gerard laughed.

"If you were to cut him open, he'd bleed sushi and coffee," Gerard claimed. I couldn't help but giggle myself. Their father, Donald walked into the kitchen and sat opposite of Gerard and I, next to Donna. He smiled at me, and introduced himself as well.

"My name's Donald. I'm Gerard and Mikey's dad," he said, "Gerard has told me loads about you. It's really a pleasure to meet you." Wow. Gerard really did talk to his parents about me. I couldn't help but grin.

"Thanks, It's nice to meet you too. I'm Frank," I said. Oh yeah, he already knew my name. I felt stupid. Donna quickly added to the conversation.

"So, Frank," she began, "Gerard must have already told you about how we said yes to staying here. I'd like you to know, if there's anything you need, just ask. We'd be happy to make you feel at home," she smiled. Donna was such a sweet woman.

"Thank you so much, it really means a lot," I replied, not knowing what else to say.

Dinner consisted of small talk, a few awkward silences broken by Donna asking me a few questions, trying to get to know me better, and a real family environment I loved. When I was with my dad, I called that place a house. Here, with Gerard and his family, this is a home. My dad and I rarely spoke, he yelled at me often and called me a faggot, he slapped me, and I had been depressed for as long as I can remember. Now that Gerard is my best friend, I couldn't ask God for anything more. I never want this to end.

Afterward, I offered to help Donna clear the table and wash dishes, as Donald went to the living room with Mikey to watch TV, and Gerard walked downstairs to his room. I threw away napkins, and piled the plates, then took them to the sink. I grabbed a towel and dish soap and scrubbed them clean. Donna washed the mugs and silverware, and we talked about me. I never liked bringing up my home life, and I hoped she would avoid the subject.

"So Frank, tell me more about yourself," Donna insisted.

"Um... What do you want to know? I asked. Please don't ask about my family. Please please please please please. Ask about school, or sports, or hobbies, or anything else.

"What's your family like?" She asked. Fuck.

"I... uh... Well I live with my dad," I said. I didn't want to continue, but it didn't seem like enough to say. I mean, this woman let me into her home. She deserves to know more about me. I swallowed and started again. "My mom uh... left... when I was a kid and I don't have siblings. And my dad and I don't... get along." I told her most of it, everything, minus the beatings and hatred I got from him. I didn't say anything about the cutting either. I didn't want to sound like another sob story.

Donna stood there, regretting asking that question. "I...I'm sorry. If you ever need help with anything, or you just need to talk, we're all here for you," Donna said. I smiled.

"Thanks, for everything," I said. When we were done, I thanked her again for the meal, and for letting me stay with them, and I walked downstairs to Gerard's room. I opened the door, about to warn him I was coming down, when I found him sitting on the top stair. I jumped, and gasped, startled to seeing him there. "Gerard, you just scared the shit out of me," I said, catching my breath, and holding my chest. "What are you doing?"

"Listening to your conversation," he admitted.

"Then why didn't you just stay in the kitchen?"

"Because. I didn't want to do dishes." He smirked at me, and I rolled my eyes. "Come on, I'm going downstairs."

I followed him down that flight of stairs and he opened the door to the bathroom. I leaned against the wall awkwardly, and soon he walked back out. "Come here," he motioned for me to come into the bathroom. I walked over and pushed the door open, then stood in the doorway. He pulled my arm towards the dresser, and opened the bottom of the four drawers. "We might as well do this now," he said. I was still confused to what we were doing. He then gave me a uniform and told me to try it on.

"R-right here?" I asked, a little nervous.

"Doesn't really make a difference," he shrugged, and walked out. I pushed the door a little and stripped to my boxers. I looked at the mirror.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"Anything wrong?" he asked. Damn, he must have heard me.

"Yeah," I answered. "Kinda." I opened the door, still in my boxers, and walked out.

"Holy shit, dude." Gerard walked over to me and examined my bruises. He looked at me, as if to ask if it were alright to check them out. I nodded, and he touched his thumb against one that was on my ribcage. I let out a slight whimper, trying to fight back tears. Gee looked back up at me and just hugged me. I hugged him back, not thinking about how awkward this might look. He remembered I was nearly naked and he stood back up, apologizing. I shrugged, wiping the tears I let fall from my eyes. It wasn't a big deal.

He's seen me wearing this little clothes, there was no point in closing the bathroom door, I thought to myself as I was trying on Gee's uniform. It was a little big, but it would work for one day. I walked out of the bathroom and Gerard giggled.

"That's way too big on you," he laughed. "I can drive you to your place tomorrow morning to get you clothes that fit," he insisted. I bit my lip, thinking about the worst case scenario. My dad could wake early, although highly unlikely, and he might be pissed that I didn't come home, even though he doesn't need or want a 'faggot' like me, and he might beat me. I shuddered at the thought. Gee looked at me. "It'll be fine, I'll go in with you if you like," he offered. I shook my head.

"That might be worse. He's convinced I'm gay, and hates me for it, and he'd think you're my lover," I said. Gerard smiled but wiped that look from his face as soon as I looked up. He looked down.

"We can go early, before he's awake, and you can just quickly run to your room and get a uniform and run back. I can drive you back later to get your stuff," he said. "Sound like a plan?" I nodded.

"Alright," I yawned, looking at the clock, "I'm really tired. I'm gonna go to sleep. How about you?"

"Yeah." He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. Next, he undid his belt, and dropped his pants to the ground. He kicked them away, and looked up at me, noticing I was staring at him. I quickly looked down.

"Sorry," I blushed. Great, he must think I'm gay.

I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye, before he shut the lights and we made our way to his bed.