Frank's POV
"Here we are. Home sweet home." Mikey says, sounding sarcastic, much like I was on the first day I met Bob. He leads us up the walkway and to the front door. "My parents aren't home, but Gerard is." He says as he unlocks the door.
When he leads us inside, there is a figure sitting on the couch. "Gee, these are my new friends." Mikey says, putting his stuff on the floor. I took a guess that Gee was short for Gerard. Gerard had headphones in, and he was bent over bent over something. He was wearing black, a baggy shirt and tight jeans like Mikey, but his hair was bright white and short. If I didn't know better, I would think he was a really fit old man.
He didn't seem to hear Mikey, so he tried again. "Gerard?" He calls out. All of a sudden, Gerard begins to sing. He had a beautiful voice. I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped. Mikey giggled and walked up behind Gerard, slapping him on the back.
He screamed, very loudly, and jumped up, throwing what he was working on in the air. It landed at my feet and I picked it up. It was a comic book. No, wait. The page isn't finished. The lines are just pencil. "Jesus Mikey! You scared the shit out of me!" He yells, turning and spotting us. "Oh, shit. Uh-h-hi. I'm-I'm guessing you heard me?" He says, looking down at his bare feet. I didn't reply. I was too intrigued with the comic. "C-Can I uh... Have that back?" He asked, reaching for the small book in my hands. He was obviously embarrassed.
I hand it back to him, still in awe. And when I look up, I have to blink to register what I was seeing. He had pale skin, only a few shades darker than his hair, and his eyes were heavily caked in the black makeup like Mikey's. He wasn't as scrawny as Mikey, he looked a little more proportioned. He wasn't quite as skinny, but he was a little shorter, so it was looked normal. He was absolutely gorgeous. "You are r-really talent-ted." I say, blushing and looking down when I realize that I had been staring.
He blushed even deeper and closed the book, avoiding eye contact with all of us. "Thanks." he mumbles, bending down to gather up his drawing supplies.
"You're a real-ly good singer, t-too." I add.
"Gerard is self conscious. He won't accept your compliment. He loves to make himself look good, but never leaves the house to show it off. I've told him how amazing he is at art and music but he never believes me." Mikey says, explaining why Gerard was acting like that. "Do you believe me now?" He asks the boy exaggeratedly. "Now that someone else is saying it?"
Gerard just gives him a look that was like a mix of anger, sadness, and an evil glare. "I'll be in my room." He states quietly, walking past us and running up the stairs. I didn't think that was very nice of Mikey. I was self-conscious too. I would hate it if someone made fun of it, especially in front of someone else.
"Shit." Mikey mutters, realizing what he did. "I'll be right back. I was just trying- fucking hell." He mutters these words as he dashes up the stairs after his brother.
Ray, Bob, and I walk to the couch and sit. "Mikey could have handled that better if I'm honest." Bob mumbles.
"Yeah, but at least he's up there trying to fix what he did wrong." Ray replies. I just shrug. I couldn't get that look of hurt Gerard had out of my head.
Bob opened his mouth to say something more but a crash from upstairs makes us all jump. "You don't go around telling people about my problems!" I hear Gerard's voice yell.
I cower into my seat and sigh. "M-Maybe we should go?" I suggest, but a door opens upstairs and Mikey comes back down the stairs.
"Sorry. I just had to apologize and Gerard gets- Nevermind. If you want to know you can ask him." He walks to the kitchen, "Want something to eat?" He calls out.
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After about twenty minutes, Gerard comes down, now in baggy sweatpants and a tee shirt, his makeup off. He walks past us and inot the kitchen, keeping his head down. "Gerard, do you want to join us? We were about to watch a movie. It's Star Wars." Mikey coos.
Gerard looks at us and bites his lip. He sets the glass he got down on the counter and sits on the couch I was on, the only open seat. I gave him a smile and then turned back toward the starting movie.
I didn't know what it was, but Gerard intrigued me. He was so interesting, and I wished he could see it himself.
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The New Kids (Frerard/Rikey)
FanfictionFrank Iero is the definition of a loner. He has never had a friend, whenever he tries to make one they run off before they can get close. Then he meets Bob, who is much like him. Bob is the first new kid they have had in Belleville High in years. No...
