What's in is Despair

Chapter 6

I just got off of work that Thursday night. Gee had stayed at my house while I was gone. I set him up in front of the tv with snacks, movies, and his stuffie. I was still worried the whole time I was at work but luckily when I got home he was still in the same place and in one piece.

“Hi, Frankie,” he greeted.

“Hey, beautiful,” I replied, ruffling his hair as I walked closer.

I pulled my uniform shirt off over my head as I scowled. I'm only a dishwasher, I don't understand why I need to wear a uniform.

I saw Gee look over my body as he blushed and turned away. My eyebrows raised but I ignored it, going into the bedroom.

“What do you want for dinner?” I called.

I put on a random t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“C-can we order takeout?” Gee asked.

“Sure, what do you feel like?” I asked, walking in and leaning against the doorframe.

“Uh...Chinese?” He asked.

I nodded, grabbing my laptop. I looked up the menu of a local Chinese place, ordering the food and putting in the address.

“Want something to drink?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen.

“Can I have some juice?” Gee asked.

Juice.

Do I have anything other than pop and beer?

Oh god, there's orange juice thank f**k.

I poured him a glass of juice, grabbing a beer for myself. James gets the beer for me since I'm still not old enough to get it myself. I walked in, handing Gee the drink. I opened the beer, taking a drink when I noticed Gee staring at me from the opposite side of the couch.

“What?” I asked.

“N-nothing,” Gee squeaked, looking down at the glass of orange juice in his hands.

“Hey, beautiful, what's up?” I repeated.

“I-I said it was nothing,” Gee stated, his voice having a little edge to it.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion but looked away anyways. Gee was definitely acting strange.

“What are you doing all the way over there, stranger?” I teased playfully, hoping to make him happy.

Gee shook his head, the glass in his hands shaking.

“Hey, hey,” I said softly. “I'm just playing, what's wrong, beautiful.”

I ran a hand through his hair and he flinched, scooting away from me. I frowned, looking at him in confusion and slight hurt.

“Gee?” I asked.

“P-please don't hurt me,” he whimpered.

I frowned in confusion, looking at my bottle of beer. I realized he why he was freaking out as I sighed.

“Baby, I'm not gonna hurt you,” I whispered. “I'm not your mom, I won't just get drunk and hurt you. I would never hit you.”

“P-promise?” He asked.

I smiled, holding up my pinky. We pinky promised and he scooted closer. I stood up, going and dumping my beer out into the sink. Gee watched me as I sat back down.

“W-want my juice, Frankie?” He offered.

He held out his glass and I smiled, taking a sip of his drink. I set the glass down on the coffee table gently. I reached over, wrapping my arms around him and pulled him into my lap. I don't know why I did it, it just felt like the right thing to do.

He snuggled up happily in my lap as I grabbed the throw blanket and wrapped it around us. The two of us were watching the tv and I realized Gee had been watching Tangled when I had walked in. I felt Gee’s warm, slightly heavy weight on me from his chubby body. He still wasn't wearing his pants, only in sweater and his panties.

The doorbell rang and I sighed, moving Gee off my lap. I grabbed my wallet and went to answer the door, handing the man the money and taking my food. I set up the take out containers on the coffee table, grabbing two forks from the kitchen. The two of us ate straight from the containers as we watched the movie.

“Are you staying the night again, beautiful?” I asked as we finished up eating.

Gee bit his lip. “C-can I?”

“Of course,” I said.

Gee smiled, cuddling up to my side. I loved his smile so much and I loved that I could make him smile. He was always so sad, he deserved happiness. It was starting to get a little late as we finished eating and the movie ended. I gave Gee one of my shirts to change into rather than his sweater and I turned my back while he did so. I helped him get settled in the bed, tucking him in and kissing his forehead. I started to walk out but he stopped me.

“Frankie?” He asked softly.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Y-you can sleep in here too, i-if you want,” he offered.

I bit my lip, nodding my head. I had a feeling this was more for him than it was for me. Either way, I stripped down into my boxers, turning off the lights and crawling into the bed beside him. The two of us were facing each other, the only light coming from the hallway light because the door was cracked open.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what?” I asked quietly.

“Everything,” Gee replied. “Y-you're the only person who’s ever been nice to me.”

“You deserve so much more,” I mumbled.

“N-no I don't,” Gee said sadly. “I was just an accident and my family hates me.”

I looked at him sympathetically. “I wish I could make everything better for you.”

“You already have,” Gee said.

I gave a small smile, kissing the tip of his nose. My hand rested on his cheek and I could feel his skin warm as he blushed.

“C’mere,” I muttered.

I pulled him against me, wrapping my arms around his waist. I could hear Gee’s soft breathing as he looked up at me.

“A-am I your friend, Frankie?” He asked.

“Of course you are,” I confirmed.

Gee smiled softly. “I-I've never had a friend before.”

I kissed the top of his head, feeling him snuggle against my chest. I smiled, feeling a warm, loving feeling wash over me. I looked down at Gee, down at my friend.

But yet I still felt these little butterflies when his arms wrapped around me, his head resting against my chest. I sighed gently, brushing those thoughts from my head.

He's just my friend.

“Night night, Frankie,” Gee mumbled sleepily.

I smiled, running a hand through his hair. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

-+-

I woke up, feeling Gee’s warm body pressed against me. My thumb rubbed against his hip gently from where his shirt had ridden up. Gee yawned gently, burying his face into my chest.

“Morning, beautiful,” I whispered.

He mumbled something tiredly, pulling the blanket up right to his neck. He sigh comfortingly, the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

Oh god, I hate to ruin his peace.

But we're also late for school.

“Hey, sweetheart, it's morning,” I said softly. “I think we should go to school today.”

I never thought I'd say that before.

“Do we have to?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “But hey, at least it's Friday.”

Gee sighed softly. “Okay.”

I sat up and Gee did too a little more resentfully.

“But it was so warm,” he complained.

I smiled, standing up.

“There's a coffee shop on the way to school,” I said. “We're already late, we might as well just stop by there for some coffee and muffins or something.”

Gee’s eyes lit up. “R-really?”

I smiled and nodded. He stood up and I saw the way my shirt had ridden up his chubby stomach, completely exposing his panties. I blushed, turning away as I grabbed some jeans and a hoodie and slipped them on.

“My clothes are dirty,” Gee said.

I turned back around and saw that he had fixed himself up.

“Okay, you can borrow some of mine,” I said.

I gave him a black Iron Maiden shirt and a pair of jeans. I turned my back to let him change but soon heard him sigh in defeat. I looked back, seeing him wearing the t-shirt but was holding the pants.

“Th-they don't fit,” he pouted. “I'm too chubby.”

I bit my lip, opening a drawer and digging through it. I smiled when I found the black skirt I was looking for. God, Jamia, you leave everything here.

“Here, wear this,” I said.

He looked down at the skirt then back at me.

“It's Jamia’s, she left it here,” I explained.

He stepped into the skirt, resting it comfortably on his hips.

“Beautiful,” I remarked.

We went out, grabbing our shoes and bags as we left. I drove over to the small coffee shop, getting out and walking with Gee beside me.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Um, a-a hot chocolate and banana bread,” he said.

I smiled, repeating that to the cashier. “I'll just have a black coffee and a blueberry muffin.”

The lady smiled and nodded as I handed her the cash. She gave us our food and drinks, Gee looking at them hungrily.

“Have a nice day,” she said.

“You too, beautiful,” I replied.

Gee looked up at me with a small frown as I lead him over to a table. He picked at his banana bread, suddenly seeming like he didn't want it.

“What's wrong, Gee?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he mumbled.

I reached over, holding onto onto his hand across the table.

“Baby, what's the matter?” I questioned.

“Y-you called her beautiful,” he whispered “I thought you only called me beautiful.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I don't really mean it,” I said, but cringed at my word choice when his face fell. “I mean, not that I don't mean it. For you I definitely mean.”

Gee still frowned, looking down at his food.

“C’mere,” I said.

He looked up as I patted my lap. He got up, gently sitting down.

“Hey, I mean it when I say you're beautiful,” I said “you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Look at my bracelet, I never want to take it off because you're so special to me.”

“R-really?” He asked.

I smiled and nodded my head.

“I'll stop flirting with people too if it makes you uncomfortable,” I said.

“Y-you would do that for me?” He asked in shock.

I smiled and nodded as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

I smiled, rubbing his back gently.

“Now, how does that banana bread taste?” I asked.

Gee giggled softly, going back to his own seat. He took a big bite, giving me a thumbs up.