Lie To Me •Frerard fanfic•

Chapter One

Frank's POV

"Long way home today?" Jamia asks me.

I think for it a bit, the weight of my backpack and the blazing sun making me hesitate. "Sure," I finally reply.

She smiles and fixes the backpack that's slipping off of her shoulder, straightening out her uniform skirt afterwwards.

We kick a rock as we walk away from the school, talking about new things that happened in the previous days. Jamia tells me about a pop quiz she took, but I'm only half listening, simply turning my head to look at her so she thinks she has my full attention. In reality, I have a tune stuck stuck in my head that I can't get out. To make it worse, I have no idea where I got it from. I interrupt Jamia's story to ask her if it's familiar to her, but by her expression, I can tell that I won't be having much luck.

"I swear, I can just hear it playing over and over," I tell her.

"I can, too."

"But it cuts off and - wait. You can hear it, too?" Why didn't she say anything earlier? I thought I was beginning to lose my mind.

"Yeah, I think it's coming from a house on this street," she points in the direction that we're walking. Now that she's pointed it out, I don't see how I didn't realize it before. About three houses down from where we stand, there's a blue-ish gray home with loud voices and the tune coming from inside.

"Isn't that Mikey's house?" Jamia asks.

"Mikey? As in Mikey Way?"

Mikey's a junior, like us. And like us, he only talks to one other person in school, Pete; I've never seen Mikey hang out with anyone other than him. They're both usually quiet, well, Mikey is, anyway. I wonder what he could be doing to be making such a loud ruckus like that.

"Yeah, he's the only Mikey in our grade, isnt he?" Jamia answers.

I take a few steps towards the house, but not enough to be exactly in front of it, not even close. There's something about it all that makes me so curious, and I don't know what it is. It could be the fact that the tune I had stuck in my head is coming from what I assume is his house. Or maybe it's just the light brown fringe haired guy himself making me curious?

"What do you think he's up to?" I look back at Jamia, waiting for her answer.

She shrugs. "I dunno."

"Do you think Pete's with him?"

"I don't know, Frank, why don't you go check yourself?" She chuckles, sarcasm clear in her tone, but I decide to take it seriously.

"Okay, let's go." I walk closer to this certain house, trying my best to bite back a smirk when I hear Jamia gasp.

"What? No, I was kidding!" She exclaims, pulling on my arm to keep me from walking further.

"But I wasn't," I chuckle, turning to face her. "Come on, please?" I pout, hoping she'd give in.

"No way, that's creepy! We don't even talk to those guys; they'll just see us around on campus and label us as 'the weirdos who stalked us'. I'd rather not ruin my barely there reputation when I'm almost out the hell we call school."

I roll my eyes. "God, you're so dramatic, Jamia. That's if they catch us, which they won't."

She sighs. "I can't, I have to be home in ten minutes."

"It'll only take two," I argue.

She takes a few seconds to think, and judging by the pout on her lips, she's having an internal battle over something so small. But that's Jamia for you; she's shy and likes to keep to herself. I'm not sure how I got her to talk to me, let alone become my best friend. We're polar opposites, but I guess what people say is true: opposites do attract.