Frank
I waited silently in my bedroom until I heard the door open and shut, which meant one of two:
1. My absent mother had arrived.
2. My horrific 'father' had left.
I hoped it was both... God, I hate that man! This is all because of my sexuality, just because his son isn't straight as a fucking ruler (but bent as a rainbow), he turns to alcohol and gives people (mainly me, myself and I) verbal abuse! People except my mom that is, I wish she'd just divorce him already.
Suddenly my phone rang, I looked at the caller ID. Private number, hm, that's a little weird. I answered, 'Hello?'
'Oh hey Frank, it's Gerard...'
'Oh, hey!'
'If it's a bad time, I can call back...?' Was it me or was there a little disappointment hidden in there?
'No, no, it's a great time actually...'
'Well, I was wondering if you wanted to... hang out maybe?'
'Sure! What's your address? I'll come get you?'
'It doesn't matter, I'll meet you at Starbucks, okay?'
'Yeah, okay, ten minutes?'
'Ten minutes. Bye!'
And the line went dead... That son of a bitch hung up on me! Well, I'd better get ready! I put on my best skinny jeans, an Iron Maiden shirt, a little eyeliner and proceeded in fixing my hair. Wait, why am I trying to impress this guy? Oh that's right, because I'm a loner, who falls in love with someone as soon as he sees them.
I ran downstairs, grabbed my jacket and slipped on my shoes. Dad was passed out on the couch. 'Frank? Is that you?' My mom addressed me from the kitchen.
'Yes Mom!'
'Where are you going?' She entered the porch and stared at me with a raised eyebrow.
'Out.'
'Where? With who?'
'Starbucks with a friend...?'
'Okay, have fun, Frankie!'
'Mom, please? It's just Frank...'
'Fine, Frank, love you, see you later!'
My mom can be such a pain sometimes...I walked up the street and suddenly stopped. Was that him? I shouted his name and Gerard turned immediately.
'Frank! Hey!'
'Hi! What are you doing here?'
'I was just going to meet you! How come you're here?'
'I live there...' I pointed to my house.
'Oh! I live there', he pointed at his house, 'who knew, right!?'
'Yeah, let's go...'
We walked and talked, finding out we had a lot in common. The conversation was flowing, until we turned a corner. A guy at least a year younger than us was lying on the floor, Gerard stopped, speechless. He moved suddenly, running over to the guy.
Gerard
'Mikey!?' I ran over to my brother, who was literally lying in the gutter. 'Michael James Way! You answer me right now, you little bitch!!!' I yelled shaking him at arm's length.
'Wh-What?' Mikey asked groaning, 'Gee?' I looked into my brother's bespectacled eyes, angrily, 'Michael, look me in the eyes and tell me you haven't been drinking.' Mikey moaned in protest as I hauled him to his feet, 'I can't do that....' was his reply. That son of a fuck, that bastard. Frank tapped me on the shoulder.
