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Dear Son…yes son,
Happy 16th birthday. You are finally old enough to know the truth. I am your mother and Frankie is not your brother. He is actually your nephew and yes, that means you are his uncle.
16 years ago Frankie’s father died with in service with the air force. His mother, my daughter was pregnant with Frankie when she moved back in with me. I did not know at the time that I was pregnant with you…and let’s not so into how that happened or where the son of a bitch is that did it. The point is I had a 19 year old daughter who was going to have a baby not too far from when I was going to have one. Since I am your mother and Linda’s, that make you two brother and sister. I know you are far apart in age, but I hope you will forgive us for hiding the truth from you and Frankie till now.
I love you son,
Mom
***Time Stamp: Eight Years Later***
"Hey Wentz, yer late!"
"Sorry Mr. Cratz, traffic was murder and..."
"Save it, just get my coffee and get to work."
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"Thank fuck."
Pete punched out at five and groaned as he stretched. He grabbed his jacket and slung it over his back as he made his way to his beat up piece of shit car. He got in and winced as the engine made that sound that screamed dollar signs. Dropping it into gear he made his way to the hole in the wall restaurant for dinner.
"Hey Pete, man you look like crap."
"Thanks Way."
Pete sat at his usual table as his favorite waiter, only because he will actually listen to Pete bitch about work, Gerard served him. He ate quietly and then leaving a decent tip and waving by to Gerard headed back home. Once there he unlocked the door and dropped his briefcase and coat. He grabbed a beer and went into the living room. He hopped online to see if his nephew was on, but Frank's icon was in the away mode. Sighing he hopped on his usual porn site to jerk off and then pass out early.
"Fuck my useless life."
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Saturday morning he was feeling better. Pete showered and hopped in his car for breakfast. He headed to the restaurant hoping that Gerard would be there this morning. Pete opened the door and saw that Gerard was indeed there...with Frank. Frank must have said something amusing to Gerard because he tossed his head back and let out a surprisingly sweet giggle. Pete started to see green; Gerard was his waiter to make laugh. He stalked over to them and put on his sweetest smile.
"Hey there Gee. Surprised to see you so early after our late night and...Oh, well hello nephew. How is your little movie making business?"
Frank glanced at Gerard and chuckled.
"It's doing great Pete. I'm actually about to start shooting a new film. You should come chill out with me on set one day."
Frank sipped his coffee.
"We can have a few beers."
Pete sulked that he couldn't get a rise out of Frank. He flopped in the seat across from him.
"Your usual Pete?"
"Yeah, thanks Gee."
Gerard walked off and Pete glared at Frank.
"What you so fucking cheery about Iero?"
"I just got Gerard's number. What shifted your mood so quickly? You looked happy when you walked in here."
Pete was too shocked to say anything. He had known Gerard longer than Frank. Hell, he discovered this place before Gerard even worked here and...He gave Frank his phone number. What the fuck was it with Frank getting everything and him getting nothing?!
"Here you go Pete. Hey, so why did he call you his nephew Frankie? You don’t look too much older than each other."
"My Grandmother was pregnant with him the same time my mother was with me. My father passed away and my mom moved back in with his mother. They didn't tell us for a very long time and now Pete takes pride in being my uncle a lot."
Frank pats Pete on his shoulder.
"Oh wow! So...wait, you two are the same age and...That’s so cool!"
Now Pete was really pissed. If he knew that Gerard would have thought that was cool, he would have told him months ago. He needed to get away from here.
"Hey, listen, can you just wrap my stuff up. I forgot I had an appointment this morning."
"Oh, sure, let me get you a container."
"What are you doing tonight P? I thought we could meet up at the bar tonight with some of my friends."
The last person that Pete wanted to hang out with was Frank.
"Nah, I'm busy. Still gotta find another place to live. Landlord won't budge on raising the rent and I can't afford anything more."
Gerard brought the container and placed Pete's food in it. Pete dropped a ten for his eight dollar bill and told Gerard to keep the change.
"Not everyone has money to throw around like you nephew."
Without waiting for an answer, Pete got up and headed to the door. He was putting on his coat when he collided with someone coming in.