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Saturday

Saturday morning.

Mikey hauled himself out of bed, a gleam in his eyes. He quickly ran into the bathroom, showering himself off quickly before jumping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his frigid body, running into his bedroom again and throwing on a shirt and a pair of boxers, quickly drying off his hair, pulling on a red scarf over his shirt as he heard the ring of the doorbell.

He bolted downstairs, quickly opening the door to see Frank standing there, wearing a slightly-faded black jumper with a skeletal print across the front. The jumper was too big so it hung down low, covering his waist and crotch, and the sleeves went down to about halfway over his fingers. Aside from that, he wore a pair of tight-fitting black skinny jeans, a grey belt hanging across them, though only just visible since it was so low; along with a chain tied up around the side of his jeans.

Over his back hung an overstuffed large backpack filled with everything he would need to sleep over.

Frank smiled up at Mikey, waving a little.

Mikey squealed a little, leaning down a little and attacking the boy into a hug. Frank’s head was pulled against the boy’s chest in the tight hug. It was in this that he felt suddenly awkward in noticing that Mikey wasn’t wearing pants, just his underwear.

‘Hey, uh, Mikey?’

‘Yeah?’ he asked, letting go of Frank.

‘You...’ Frank blushed a little, giggling, ‘... Aren’t... Wearing pants...’

Mikey looked down, laughing a little, awkwardly, as he quickly stepped back inside, beckoning for Frank to follow. ‘S-Sorry,’ he muttered, an awkward smile on his face. ‘It’s ‘kay. Ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before.’

‘Come on, I’ll show you to my room and you can put your stuff down,’ said Mikey, grabbing Frank’s hand and pulling him along, up the stairs and down the hall, to a room with a large white door standing half-open. Mikey shoved it open, as Frank followed awkwardly, looking around the room. The walls were a slightly faded white-cream, a large window set against the wall, letting a lot of bright light flood in across the room.

A rather large bed with black sheets and red pillows spread over it neatly was set against the middle of a wall, a small table beside it, with a lamp and a book set atop.

There was a large closet set into the final wall, and Frank marvelled at how amazingly simple yet effective, not to mention clean, his room was. There were a couple band posters up, and sketches, on the wall.

Frank pointed to one of the sketches, of Mikey himself, and asked ‘Did you draw these? They’re... Breathtaking...’

Mikey smirked a little. ‘I’d like to say I did, but no. Gerard, my older brother drew them for me.’

Frank nodded, as Mikey pointed to the corner, sitting himself down on the bed as he said, ‘You can put your things down there if you want.’

Frank nodded, placing his bag down and sitting on the bed beside Mikey, who was now lying down.

‘Mom and dad are downstairs, I’ll introduce you to them in a minute. And Gerard’s in his room, drawing. Heh. Wanna see if he’ll hang out with us later?’

Frank smiled a little at the thought of Gerard. ‘Yeah, that would be great.’

Mikey nodded, sitting upright on the bed. ‘Well, I’ll get some jeans on, and we’ll go down, kay?’

‘Mmkay.’ Mikey pulled on some jeans as Frank stepped outside the doorway, awkwardly shuffling down the hall a little.

The door to another room was partially open and he could see a tall, dark-haired boy lying on his bead, sketchpad in one hand, pencil in the other, humming along to David Bowie in the sunlight.

‘Ready, Frank?’

He flinched, not having noticed Mikey behind him, as he nodded, a little shocked.

‘Okee doke! Down we go!’ he said, running downstairs as Frank followed awkwardly, looking over his shoulder once more and catching one last glimpse of the raven-haired boy alone in his room.