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We pulled into the visitor's parking lot in my brother's apartment complex.
"We're here!" I exclaimed to Frank who was wearing his new zombie sweatshirt. "Wanna help me with the groceries?" I asked picking up to plastic bags. Frank nodded and grabbed the two bags that were at his feet. "We can comeback for our clothes." I added.
Frankie and I walked into the blue apartment building.
"Which unit does he live in?" Frank asked looking around.
"He lives upstairs." I nodded toward the elevator.
Frank's expression turned sour as if he might throw up. "I really hate elevators, Gerard. I mean really hate them."
My expression softened. He looked like a cute, little lost puppy with his big hazel eyes and exaggerated frown. 'Do you really want to walk up 5 flights of stairs carrying grocery bags, Frankie?" The boy looked unsure. "C'mon. I'll protect you from the big, scary elevator."
I pressed the up arrow and instantly heard the ding that signaled the elevator. I turned to look at Frankie who was chewing nervously on his finger nails. "Don't be afraid." I cooed.
The elevator doors opened and I walked in. Frankie just stood there staring at me. I sighed and set the grocery bags on the floor then opened my arms wide. "C'mon, Frankie."
The boy ran into my arms and hid his face in my torso. I reached around him and pressed the button with the number 5 on it before wrapping my arms around him. Was I taking this to fast? Frankie definitely seemed interested in me, but after all he was just a kid. I was afraid that if I took things too fast I would scare him off. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice Frank staring up at me.
"What?" I asked.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked softly. His gentle hazel eyes were staring directly into mine. I searched the features of his face. His eyes were soft and focused. His expression looked comfortable. His full lips formed a small smile. Oh, how I wished to kiss those lips!
"Frankie, are you really afraid of elevators?" I asked. His expression was too calm for someone who refused to ride in an elevator.
A blush slowly spread across his cheeks, making him look innocent like a young child. "Uh..." He started to stammer before the elevator doors opened, allowing him to drop the subject.
Was Frankie playing me? Was he interested in me like I was in him? If this was Frank flirting, did this mean I had him where I wanted him? In the end, I would still have to be careful until I was one hundred percent sure.
"Which way?" Frankie asked looking to his left, then right. I picked up the groceries and joined him in the hall.
I started leading him to the right. I slowed in front of the door that had a silver 530 mounted on it.
"Is this it?" Frank asked, raising his hand to knock.
"Wait!" I stopped him, pretended to be worried.
"What?" he asked. His puppy eyes were big with worry. "What's the matter, Gerard?"
"Umm... I think we're in the wrong building..."
"What? Gerard, how could you take us to the wrong building?" He asked angrily.
I started laughing. He was so cute when he was angry; the way his brow scrunched together and his nostrils flared.
"I was joking." I explained. His expression softened. Then eventually his lips curled up into a smile that made my heart leap.
He reached out and playfully slapped me on the arm. "You ass!"
"Oh, you're gonna be like that, are you?" I dropped the groceries and reached out to grab him. I remembered that he was ticklish from when I was with Linda. I began to tickle his stomach, more toned since I'd last touched it.
Frank wriggled under my touch. I enjoyed seeing him squirm like that. "Gerard, no! Stop!" He giggled.
I heard the door swing open and instantly straightened myself. Mikey was standing in the door way, perfectly groomed eyebrow cocked at me. "Why the fuck were you making so much noise? Other people live here too, idiot." He walked away, into his living room.
"Love you, too, little bro." I picked up the grocery bags and motioned for Frank to follow me. We walked past Mikey on the couch and into the small kitchen. "Set the bags on the counter. I'll put everything away. Go introduce yourself."
Frank chewed on his bottom lip and simply looked at me. This boy made me weak in the knees. I turned toward the fridge to keep myself from attacking him. "Go on." I told him.
He sighed then I heard him walk out of the kitchen and take a seat on the couch. "Umm, I'm Frank..." I heard him mutter shyly. He was so cute when he acted shy.
"Sup? I'm Mikey." I heard my little brother say in his usual way. As I finished putting away the groceries, I heard the TV turn on.
I joined them in the living room sitting between my brother and my prey. "Is there anything going on tonight?" I asked. My brother was a party animal of sorts and it just happened to be his favorite day of the week: Saturday. I need to buy time to visit my friend Bob and get some necessary supplies.
"Uh, yeah actually." Mikey began as he dug around in the storage compartment attached to the end of the couch. "Bob own this venue now. Ray's new band is playing." Mikey pulled out a carton of cigarettes. "Want one?" he asked me.
I shook my head. "I'm trying to quit."
Mikey's eyes extended to Frank. "What about you, little one?"
Frank was about to answer, but I cut him off. "Did you really just offer a cigarette to a fourteen year old, Mikey?" Frank was so innocent and cute. I couldn't imagine his lips wrapped around a cancer stick.
Mikey lifted his own cigarette to his lips and lit it. "You and I were both smoking by the time we were fourteen. Don't even pretend, Gee." He said around the menthol pressed between his lips. He then, tossed the pack and lighter to Frank who lit his cigarette like a pro. I looked on astonished.
Frank blew a smoke ring into my face and smirked. He let out a little giggle. "Loosen up, Gee." He teased putting emphasis on my little brother's nickname for me. He lay his head on my shoulder and batted his eyes at me.
I had to admit the boy looked sexy. I had to hurry up and get us situated somewhere where we wouldn't be bothered.
I tore my eyes away from frank and turned my head towards Mikey. "So what about tonight?"
"What about it?" Mikey asked
I rolled my eyes. "Can we come, idiot?"
"There's a bar so the pipsqueak wouldn't be allowed."
"I thought you said Bob owned it." I was confused. Bob had been into illegal activities since we were in our teens. I was sure that the venue was just a front. Letting Frank in was probably the least of his worries.
"Look, Gerard. He doesn't want to draw any suspicions to the place." Mikey started. He glanced over at Frank. "You know how he is..."
"It's one kid. And you know that he'll blend. Just call Bob for me. I need some things from him anyway."
Mikey cocked one of his girly brows at me again. "Fine you can go." He looked intensely at Frank. "Just don't be a fucking idiot, kid."
A/N: I can almost hear you in my mind, "Wow. You go on a gazillion year hiatus and this is what you come back with? You're almost as bad as Fall Out Boy!" (It's a joke people. I love their new album. Sheesh!) Anyway, yes I know I've been gone forever. I have my reasons. Just please don't hate me. Sorry that this chapter is a shitty filler, but it's something, right? BTW there is a LOT of important foreshadowing in this so I guess it'd not completely shit. BTW I was too lazy to proof read. Sorry for any mistakes.

P.S. Mikey definitely takes care of them brows. Mhmm