Bandom High

Chapter 2: Your Last Name Rhymes With 'Oreo'

After I finished fixing my stuff in my room, I was exhausted. I lie down on my bed and close my eyes. I'm so fucking tired is unbelievable how I'm even still awake. My mom enters the room and giggles. "Tired, now are we?" She says sitting down on the end of my bed. "You have no idea," I take a deep breath. "How tire I am." She giggles again and stands up. "Well, sorry miss tired, but you need to change your clothes since we're meeting our neighbors." I groan and roll over. "Can I just meet them tomorrow? I've already met Billie today." "C'mon, I hear they have a kid named Frank, about you age." Ugh, I hate it when my mom tries to get me to have a crush on someone that I probably won't even like. "Fine." I mumble and get up.

I change my clothes and head downstairs. I already hear my parents talking to our new neighbors. "Oh your son is very lovely! And- oh here comes my daughter!" I hear my dad say as I make it to the last steps of stairs. I see Frank for the very first time. He's wearing fingerless skeleton gloves, a sweater, skinny jeans and black converse. "Um, hi." He says awkwardly waving at me. I wave back and smile at him. My mom and dad lead Frank's parents to the dining room where they're about to have dinner. I walk over to the living room and sit down in the couch. I pat the seat beside me, signaling Frank to sit down beside me. What else was I suppose to do? Let him stand there awkwardly? Might as well get to know him.

He sits down beside me and smiles. "So, what's your full name?" I ask him as a conversation starter. "Um, Frank Anthony IERO Jr." He puts an emphasis on Iero. "But you can call me Frank." I giggle at hearing his last name. "What's so funny? My last name isn't it." I nod and say, "It rhymes with Oreo." He looks at me kinda surprised. "I've actually never heard that one." He giggles as well. (A/N: Damn now everyone's giggling) "Have you met any other kids in the neighborhood?" He asks me. "Yep. I met this kid named Billie today. He's really nice." He looks at me all weird. "As in, Billie Joe Armstrong? Wears eyeliner, skinny jeans, in a band called Sweet Children, has a guitar name Blue, and has an awesome voice?" I nod and raise my eyebrow. "Yeah, him. Why are you so surprised?" He says, "Well, he's not the manliest of guys. Not really a 'bad boy' so to say. And to say the least, not really good looking-" I cut him off in pure rage. "Excuse me? I don't care if he's not the manliest of guys, a bad boy, I don't even like bad boys, and he's good looking. I don't give a shit on what you say on him, he's my friend and he will be, stop trying to make me unlike him." I get up and shout, "SO YOU CAN LEAVE THIS GODAMNED PLACE IF YOU DONT STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME UNLIKE HIM!" I run upstairs to my room and shut the door. Ugh, he was probably trying to act all cocky. "Um, I would just like to apologize. I shouldn't have taken advantage of the fact that you know him to try and make you like me more than him." Frank says from the other side of the door. "You're forgiven, but I will always like him better than you. That was an asshole move Frank." I say. (A/N: I made Frankie and asshole lol. Don't worry he won't be an asshole, for long.) He leaves to head back downstairs and I sit down on my bed. What a day to start with, am I right?

I take a shower and change into my pj's. I get my laptop and start scrolling on tumblr. My mom peeks her head through the doorway and smiles at me. "So, what happened between you and Frank a while ago?" "He was just being an asshole. Took advantage took advantage of me knowing Billie and calling him not the manliest dude here, not a bad boy, and not really good looking." My mom laughs at me saying this. "If only he knew, you don't really like the manliest of men, bad boys, and you don't really care about looks, you care about personality." I nod and smile at her. She knows me so well. She even knows what I always order at Starbucks. "Well, I'll tell your father what happened. Goodnight sweetie." She closes the door and heads to their bedroom. I close my laptop and plug in the charger. I head back to my bed and cover myself with the blanket. This has been one hell of a day for just moving in to a new village.

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Okay, okay, sorry for the short chapter. I just needed a way for Frank to get introduced into the story in some way. If you wanna be in the story, just let me know so I can add you into the storyline somehow. I'm sorry for the kinda late update and for making Frank and asshole the first few moments he's in the story. Don't worry, as I said before, he won't stay that way. Anyways, hope your day is going well and, byeeeeeeeeee!