My Only One (Frerard)

Chapter 1: Cockaroach from New Jersey

    Fuck you. That's all I had to say to the guy in the red car. There wasn't a damn reason for him to cut me off. My hand hovered over the radio channel button thingy, wondering if I should keep this song on. It reminds me of her and I hate it. The smell of her hair still gets to me. Lavender. Her smile was always too big for my heart to handle. I feel a smile creep across my face, my cheeks tightening. I get to school eventually and I park in the teacher's parking lot. I look around before getting out. I don't need to get caught and be late. Again. Class is just a bunch of bullshit, bullshit of which I need in order to live a decent life. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn over to see no one.

"Ugh, Mikey!" I turn to the other side

He smiles and waves. "Hey Frankie-doodle."

   I just scoff, shoving my hands into my pockets.

   "What's your problem?" He questioned, kinda harshly.

   "Nothing."

   "Doesn't seem like nothing."

   "Well it is."

   He just shook his head and kept walking at my side.

   "Okay well, are you coming over still?"

   "Yeah, if I don't leave early."

   "You left early yesterday!"

   "..... Your point being..?"

   "Just, come to my house, I need to get the damn bass tuned and you're good at that."

   "Okay, user."

"Heeeeeeeeey I'm not a user."

I just smirked and stopped at my classroom door. I waved to him and he waved back. I hate history. I walk in and I sit in the back, my desk littered with doodles. I pull out my sharpie and add onto them. The rest of the day was honestly just a blur.

She smiles at me. I smile back. She waves. I wave back. Lavender. She's so hot. Why is she waving at me? We talk. I miss you.

I walk out to my car and Mikey follows me, disheveled due to gym. I jab a thumb to the back doors.

"You can put your stuff in the back of the car."

"Alright" he replied, opening the back door and drops his stuff on the seat before going to the passenger side.

He played with the radio the whole ride home. I slapped his hand away after the 15th time and put in a CD.

"I think my brother's home from work today so we can't be too loud."

I nodded and pulled up to the driveway. I turned off the car and put my keys in my pocket. Mikey grabbed his things from the back and walked to his front door. He turned the handle to see if his brother was actually home or not. It turned.

"He's home. Remember, keep it down."

"It's not like he'll explode from loud footsteps. Chill."

Gerard. He's a college sophomore who works at Barnes and Noble on his free time. He's obsessed with books and I'll never understand why. Books kill my mind with boredom.

"Yeah I know. But it wouldn't kill you to have common courtesy. You would hate it if I annoyed the crap out of you." He replied, a weird tone to his voice.

He dropped his stuff on the couch and went to his room to get his bass. I looked around his living room for what seems to be the 100th time. I'm always at his house, he's never at mine. I won't let him.

Shuffle shuffle

I looked to where the noises come from. I saw poofy black hair on a body taller than mine. He looked to me with his hazel eyes and he waved as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Hey Frank. What's up?"

"Nothing, Mikey wanted me to tune his bass."

"He's been complaining about it nonstop for a few days. If I have to hear him talk about it one more damn time, I will kick his ass."

"Nah don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

"Thank god."

He smiled and walked to his room as Mikey came back. They exchanged a few words on the stairs.

"Here's the bass! Now fix it."
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"Thanks for dinner, Mrs. Way. It was delicious like always." I said with a soft smile as I picked up my plate to clean.

"Anytime dear. But don't worry about the plate, Mikey will take care of it."

"You sure?"

Mikey looked to his mom with a plead in his eyes.

"I'm positive." She smiled.

I smiled back.

"Alright I gotta get going. Good night Mrs. Way, see ya Mikey, bye Gerard."

"Bye buttface." Mikey muttered smoothly as he tried to hide his smile.

Mrs. Way and Gerard both waved. Gerard's plate still had food on it. I walked out and sat in my car. The sky was already dark and my dashboard clock blinked. 3:37 pm. I wish it was still that early. Before I could pull out of the driveway, I got a phone call. It was my mom's fiancé. I answered.

"Hello?"

"Frank, where are you?"

"At Mikey's"

"You were supposed to be home for dinner."

"I already ate. His mom made her famous lasagna. I couldn't say no."

"You're such an selfish asshole. Your mother was planning a special night for my promotion."

I bit down on my lip to prevent cursing him out. I hated when he used my mother as a guilt trip. She's my family, not his. He doesn't deserve her at all.

"You guys do everything together without me. What makes this so different?"

No answer. I won. Fuck you.

"You better get your ass home now."

Click

I put my phone down and run a hand through my hair. My breathing went faster. My palms soaked itself with sweat. I noticed Gerard walking outside of the house, a cigarette in his hand. I pulled out of the driveway before he could notice me. I go "Home".