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Later that night:
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Frankie's POV



Hmm what should I wear? Surely not what I've been wearing at school all day. No, no definitely

not. I pulled off my Black Flag shirt, my pink Chucks and my skinny jeans. I had stripped down

to just my red boxers and white ankle socks. (Yes, I wear white ankle socks. AND Pink Chucks.

I'm a girl, I know). I looked around on the floor for something to wear. Nothing clean, of

course. Gosh! Its just too much to ask for my washing to disappear for a few hours and appear

magically folded in my drawers isn't it? Mom is slacking off again. I dropped to my knees, and

started rummaging through piles of mostly black, gray, and white. Wait! A flash of color! I

picked up the red t-shirt and, deciding it was clean enough, pulled it on. I looked at my

phone. 5 to 9, I was running out of time. I pulled on some blue torn jeans and a gray/black

stripy hoodie, and some black Chucks. I loved my pink ones dearly, but I didn't want it to

clash with the red.

I was just applying a small amount of eyeliner when the doorbell rang, and after a quick hair-

check and a bit of fiddling with my fringe, I ran downstairs. My mom had opened the door, and

Gerard was greeting her. "Oh, hello Gerard dear. Wasn't expecting you here, would you come in?

Frankie's just upstairs, I'll- Oh wait, here he is now." she said as I ran into the room to

avoid Mom talking to Gerard any further.

Gerard grinned at me.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you Mom. Gerard's taking me to stay at his place tonight." I glanced

at him, with a look that said don't say anything. He smirked back at me, but kept his mouth

shut. "Thats great! I'm so glad your making friends Frankie. Have fun you boys!" she said,

kissing me on the cheek even as I protested. Ducking away from her, I stepped outside the door

and Gerard followed. "Bye Mom," I said pointedly and she smiled and closed the door.

Gerard turned to look at me as we started making our way down the street. I looked up at him.

"So, not gonna tell her about the party?" He smirked.

"Wow I didn't mention it? It must have slipped my mind. Oh Well" I said.

"Damn. We could have invited her, she's a rather sexy woman . . "

I looked at him in horror.

He laughed. "Joking!! Joking, . . Okay, so what if she goes across the street to check?" I

paused. "She . . won't." I said. "Probably anyway. I'll just take the risk."

Gee laughed again. God he has a nice laugh.

"Naughty Frankie. . ." I bit my lip nervously, and remembered what happened earlier. Was he

going to mention it? Should I? Or were we just going to pretend it didn't happen? My mind raced

as we walked further down the road. I sub-consciously realized we were turning a few corners

and going up some hills and even through a park at one point, but I was to deep in thought to

notice properly. But Gerard didn't seem to mind my silence. He just walked and made sure I

didn't walk into anything as I stared at the ground. My train of thought crashed when Gerard

came to a halt, and so did I.

Well, we're here Frankie" he said and I looked up. We were standing in front of a two story

house, fairly big in size. There were several cars parked on the street outside, and a few

people hanging around outside the house smoking. The people glanced over at me. They seemed

rather intimidating. "Oh." Was my simple reply. Gerard smiled and took my hand, leading me past

the people and inside. Wait, No, What?

Why was he holding my hand? Was this normal? I didn't know, was this what friends did? I didn't

have any friends before I moved here. What if - My frantic thoughts were interrupted by Mikey

popping up in front of me. "Frank!" he cried.

"About time the two of you got here. I've been. . . he paused, looking at our linked hands

strangely. I blushed, and quickly pulled my hand out of Gerard's, who didn't protest but

instead let his hand fall limply by his side. "Yo Mikes" he said casually. "Yeah, we were a bit

slow walking here. Well, Frankie was anyway." I chewed my lip ring.

Frankie, I liked how he called me that. He must have heard my Mom say it. But it was . .

different when he said it, somehow.

"Well anyway," Mikey was saying, "Bob and Ray are already here, so is Sean and his sister, and

some of her friends from St. Peter's. Some friends of Trace's from school too." Gerard nodded

and they both started discussing who else was apparently coming, as I looked around the room,

not seeing anyone I recognized, from school or anywhere. I edged closer to the Way brothers,

slightly nervous. I was a bit socially awkward. Okay, I was a social retard. And I didn't make

friends easily, so that's why I was so grateful for these guys. Gerard noticed me eying the

room, how tense I looked, and laughed. He put an arm around me and pulled me close to him.

"Don't be scared Frankie, I'll keep you safe. They're not all as scary as they look." He smiled

down at me and I blushed. My heart hammered in my chest as I stared down at my black chucks and

Gerard's Red ones. This must seem weird, I thought and quickly glanced up at the younger

way brother. Mikey didn't seem to find our closeness weird at all, but rather had a look on his

face that resembled someone who had just realised something important. "Uh . . Uh Hey Bob!!

Ray!!" he called, scurrying over to

see them, and leaving me with Gerard. He looked down at me again, smiling. "Come on Frankie,"

he said squeezing my arm, "Let's go get a drink." And with that, he dragged me by the hand

(again) to a kitchen bench, where he poured two tiny glasses of a clear strong smelling liquid,

handing one to me.

"Uh . . " I said, staring down at it, the fumes going straight to my head.

I could only imagine drinking it. "What's wrong Frankie? You don't drink vodka?" Gerard asked

sweetly. "Uh . Yeah of course I do" I said, tipping the glass back and swallowing the mouth

full. I gagged slightly as it burned my throat, and my eyes started stinging and watering but

Gerard didn't notice my discomfort as he shot the drink back in one go, poured another, and did

that too. "Man, thats good" he said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He looked at me and

smiled. I gulped some air, and he laughed. His laugh was, and I know I've said this before,

great. "Come on Frankie, let's go have some fun!" he grinned and (Again!!!) grabbed my hand,

leading me off somewhere, through the crowd of people, to apparently 'have some fun'. I

laughed, letting him drag me along. This was gonna be a fun night indeed.



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