You're Never Gonna Fit In Much, Kid.

Frank's POV

I sat in the car and stared at the road ahead of me. What if my mom calls the police anyway?

Of course, just my fucking luck. It's totally okay that my dad raped and beat me for years, but when I go on a date with a 21 year old the world is ending and she needs to call the police.

What if she doesn't let me come home?

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Stop thinking, Frank. You're over reacting.

Gerard sighed put his hand on my thigh, "I told you it's going to be okay. Believe me, okay? I was kicked out of my house, too. Your mom said you can't come back tonight. Hear me? Tonight! You can work things out with her eventually."

I nodded, "Okay.. Is that why you drink?"

Gerard sighed, "Let's just, have fun. Okay sugar?"

"How?"

Gerard smiled, "You'll see when we get to Bob's place. Let's listen to music."

Gerard grabbed a CD and put it in the player. I smiled, too. I don't wanna miss a thing.

"I love this song.. Who's Bob?"

Gerard laughed, ignoring my question, "Me too."

He then started belting out the lyrics, I couldn't help but forget all about who Bob is and what my mom thinks about Gerard and I. I couldn't help but laugh and sing along with him. I think, I like myself more when I'm with Gerard. It's going to be okay.