Gerard's POV. "Ok, you all have to stick to the story

"Ok, you all have to stick to the story. Frank and Gerard are students at NYU and you're studying journalism. Mikey is Gerard's brother who is my boyfriend. Anyway, Gerard and Frank, you're partners for a new assignment which involves working on a research paper about the Jeph Howard apartment case and you wanna interview everyone who lived in the apartment block at the time of Jeph canceling everyone's rental contracts. And since Mikey is my boyfriend and Gerard, you are his brother, I thought I'd help you out and get you to speak to my cousin. These are the questions you will ask him," Erica spoke, handing Frank and I pieces of paper.

"Should we be looking like college students?" Frank asked. "If we're being bullshit artists, we should look the part," he realized.

"You both already look like college students. Just stop molesting one another with your eyes and everything will work perfectly," she spoke, observing that Frank and I were eye-fucking. We were horny. We usually came home and had sex. We couldn't do that today. "Now, hop in my car and let's go!" she ordered us. We all went and hopped in her car and she drove us to her cousin's house. It was in the suburbs. In a nice neighborhood. It looked like the place rich people would live.

"If your cousin has so much money, why did he rent an apartment to begin with?" I questioned.

"He lives with his Mom now. He couldn't find another decent apartment. So he hangs out in her pool house. I spoke to his Mom at the family reunion recently. She suspects that he's gay. Apparently he's taken to clothes designing or something, " she said.

"He didn't attend your family reunion?" Frank asked.

"No. He was sick apparently. His Mom didn't know exactly what was wrong with him. He wouldn't talk to her. But he'll probably talk to me. We're really close. We always have been. He's my favorite cousin," Erica told us, pulling into a drive way of a fairly large house. There were statues, exotic plants and birdbaths in the front yard. Something told me that her aunt loved gardening.

We all got out of the car and walked up the path to the front doorstep. Erica rang the doorbell and we waited. Not long after the doorbell was rung, a woman answered the door. She was only a fraction shorter than Frank with strawberry blond hair. She was like your stereotypical house-Mom. I bet her kitchen was spotless.

"Erica! For what reason do I owe this pleasant surprise?" she asked.

"Hey, I just came to see Bob. I missed seeing him at the reunion and you know how close we've always been. I just couldn't bear to wait any longer to see him," Erica spoke with a fake smile.

"Well good luck trying to get into the pool house to see him. He thinks I don't know what's going on in there. But even though he won't let me in, I do know that he's got a man in there with him. I think it's his boyfriend. I don't get why he just doesn't come out and tell me that he's into guys. I mean, after he painted the pool house pink, you'd think that he'd realize how obvious he's been. But no, he doesn't tell me anything," Erica's aunt said.

"Well, maybe we can get through to him," Erica suggested.

"Oh yes. Who are your friends Erica?" she asked in reply, curiosity getting the better of her.

"This is my boyfriend Mikey," she introduced, wrapping her arms around my brother. "This is Mikey's brother, Gerard," she spoke, introducing me. "And this is Gerard's college friend, Frank," Erica explained, sticking to the story she had fabricated.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," Frank spoke, sticking his heavily tattooed hand out to Erica's aunt. Erica's aunt just stared at Frank's hand like it was the most unclean thing ever. She weakly shook it, just to be polite.

"My my, you have a lot of tattoos," Erica's aunt noted aloud.

"Well, we'll be going to see Bob now," Erica cut in, before Frank could say something smart-assed back to her aunt.

"Ok dears. Just shout out if you want a cup of tea," Erica's aunt called after us as we walked through the house and out to the back where a huge sliding door led us out to a courtyard. Erica walked along the courtyard and around the corner where a huge pool and a huge, pink pool house stood. It looked so fucking ridiculous. But sexy and bad-ass at the same time.

As we approached the pool house, I felt Frank walking beside me.

"All this pink is making me horny," he joked, making me chuckle. Erica knocked on the door.

"Mom, I thought I told you to fuck off!" a muffled voice spoke from inside the pool house. What an elegant person this Bob guy was. I was liking him already.