Now - A Frerard Fanfiction

Chapter 1- The Ways'

"Oh for Christ sake Frank!" my mum shouts from the hallway, "Can't you just try and make a good impression for once"

The answer is no, no I can't. I emerge from my room in an old misfits shirt, ripped black skinnies and scuffed converse sulking, "Why do I have to come with you to pick them up anyway?" I moan, checking my eyeliner in the mirror by the front door to make sure its still as over the top as before, "Because they are your new fa- oh really frank?!" my mum looks really pissed off now, looking at my eyeliner "You look ill with that on"

"Thanks" I say sarcastically, putting in my earphones. She shakes her head and sighs, "Just get in the car"

I guess this won't really make much sense to you, but I don't really understand it either, its all happening so quickly, mum and dad breaking up, my mum getting married to some guy at work and now him and his kids moving in with us, it's unfair. I even have to share my room with one of them, how great.

As we pull up to a large red-brick building my stomach begins to twist with nerves, what if this new guy turns out to be just like my dad? My chest tightens as the door opens and a man with greying hair steps out, followed by a skinny boy with brown hair in glasses. The man carries on walking to the car but the boy stops, shouting something to who I presume is the other boy, still inside. The skinny boy disappears back into the house for a second before returning, holding onto another boy.

He looks a couple of years older than the skinny one, dressed in all black with long black hair covering his pale face, he tries to walk back into the house but the other succeeds in dragging him towards our car, opening the door and pushing him in, he lands close to me before shuffling himself closer to who I presume is his brother , glaring in my direction, causing me to roll my eyes and turn to the window. Just as I think im going to have some precious alone-time my mum starts a conversation, "So gerard, I hear your quite the artist" she questions, smiling into the rear-view mirror, "I guess you could say that" he answers somewhat modestly, which infuriates me for some reason, "that's good, frank enjoys art too." I knew she would bring me into this somehow, "In fact, I think you have pretty similar lessons actually, it's a shame hes in the year below you Gerard, you two might've got on well" she replies, "mmm" he clearly doesn't think we would get on. " What about you Micheal?" I don't know why shes asking all these questions now, she has plenty of time to ask them stuff while there living in our fucking house . The Michael boy doesn't reply, "hes a little shy" the man interrupts "but he enjoys playing his guitar don't you mikey?" Mikey takes his earphones out and mumbles quietly, "it's a bass actually dad" once again, my mum finds a way of bringing me into this somehow, " well Frank plays guitar, maybe you two could play together sometime?" ugh, I don't think my mum knows anything sometimes, I only have an acoustic guitar because she claims electric guitars are 'not real instruments' , I don't rreally want to hurt her feelings so I decide to join them "yeah maybe."

The rest of the journey was ok though, my mum and the man, who I found out was called Donald, chatted to each other but it was mainly about sleeping arrangements . this ended up in them deciding that the younger one, mikey would be in my room and Gerard would have the 'spare room', I couldn't wait to see his face when he found out this was the basement.