Stomachaches (Frerard Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

Two weeks before the show...

Frank hesitated before knocking on the door. After knocking on the door, he put his head down and his hands behind his back, keeping his eyes fixed on his dirty converse. He made a mental note to start saving up money for a new pair.

Here, he stood in front of a large house (any house that was even slightly bigger than his own was considered 'huge' or 'large' to him), with his guitar in it's case, placed next to him. Frank had decided to walk all the way across town to get there, since it was located on the opposite side of the town he lived in. In less then thirty seconds after Frank had knocked, the door flew open.

Frank lifted his head up. His eyes slowly examined the man in front of him from the bottom to the top. The man was wearing his familiar and dirty unbleached white converse, socks with some type of odd design on them, black jeans, a white David Bowie T-shirt and a gray beanie that covered most of his hair.

His hair was different from the last time Frank had seen him. It was no longer black, but instead a lovely shade of auburn.

Frank's eyes had widened and his mouth was slightly agape. He was fascinated with the new color, although he ha to admit, he missed the greasy raven locks that had barely touched his shoulders. Frank's fingers twitched after having the sudden urge to just reach up and ruffle his hair. The man in front of Frank continued to stand there, his chapped lips slowly forming into a smirk.

"Oh yeah! Do you like the new color?" The man had asked, snapping Frank out of his little trance.

Frank blushed a little after realizing how long he had been staring at the guy's hair without saying a single word. He shoved his hands in his back pockets and nodded slightly before clearing his throat. The man Frank had come to visit was Gerard.

Gerard opened the door a little more and moved out of the way. He raised his eyebrows and motioned for Frank to enter his home. "C'mon, let's go start rehearsing!" After all, that was the reason why Frank was invited to Gerard's place. They were going to be busy rehearsing for the next three days.

Frank quickly nodded while picking up his guitar case by its handle and stepping inside, his eyes scanning the front room. Gerard shut the door behind him before rubbing his hands together and leading the way upstairs. Frank followed him, looking around the large and cluttered place in awe.

His house wasn't terribly cluttered with useless junk, but instead with beautiful art pieces, strange knick-knacks, and some collectable action figures placed neatly here-and-there. His house was much bigger on the inside too, Frank just couldn't stop gushing over it. It was just extraordinary compared to other houses he had been to. The other houses were a little too typical and nothing really caught his eye.

Gerard lead him into this large room on the second floor. Frank carefully placed his guitar case down on the ground before he started to look around. The room had a large black desk with a computer, a printer, a little lamp, and art utensils placed on it, one large Marshal amp that was in the corner of the room, an untouched red and white Gibson guitar that was placed on it's stand, a microphone that was also placed on it's stand, and two large speakers. His neighbors must adore him.

The large room also had shelves full of comic books, more collectible action figures, and CD's. There was also a couple of posters with things like Star Wars and older rock bands such as The Smashing Pumpkins and Iron Maiden on them, that were placed on the sky blue wall. These things like posters, CD's, and comic books showed the dorky and fun side to Gerard that Frank was missing out on.

"When I'm not touring or recording songs in the studio I usually spend most of my time in this room", He snapped Frank out of another daze. Gerard was now sitting, leaning back in his whirly desk chair. His head was tipped back a little and his eyes were wandering around the room. He was taking a good look at it just like Frank had been doing. Frank now turned his attention to Gerard.