Frank's P.O.V.
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I'm so glad that Gee invited me.
I had been forced into conveying my entire school day to my mother, who wanted to hear every single detail. She asked what it was like, and if the kids were nice. But she also asked what I had for lunch and if I liked the seats at my lunch table. What even, mother?
So I was ecstatic, really, when Gee texted me and asked if I wanted to come over. Of course, I had no idea where he lived, but he texted me his address, so I was able to find his–house?–fairly easily.
"So how d'you like school, Frank?" Ray asks me from the spinning computer chair at Mikey's desk. At least I assume that this is Mikey's room. "It's great. Except for Social Studies. That class sucks eggs," I reply, sticking out my tongue. Everyone chuckles, and Donna walks into the room. "I'm gonna make some cookies, so you fuckers better eat them and like them," she says seriously, and disappears back into the living room and kitchen area. Everyone continues laughing, until Mikey changes the subject.
"You seem to fit in well. What about joining the croquet team? You dig, or naw?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I shrug, even though I've never played croquet, and agree. "Yeah, sure. I dunno if I'm any good, but we can see..." Gee claps his hands and jumps, smiling. "Aw, YUS! I've been waiting for another team member! I swear, it's so hard to find people nowadays. It's just us at the moment..." he explains, gesturing to the other boys in the room. They all nod in unison.
I nod as well, sitting on the edge of Mikey's bed. "Okay, well, I'm on the team, then," I say, and everyone claps. "Woo! I was afraid that my announcements wouldn't call out to anyone," Mikey says sarcastically, and we snigger again. He's such a cocky guy.
We hear a clashing noise in the kitchen, and Mikey stands up with a sigh. "Ugh. I better go help her before she hurts herself," he says, going to help Donna. Ray stands up too, following Mikey. "They like each other," Gee whispers, and I nod knowingly. It's really obvious...
"So. You like the school. You like your classes. What's funny is that we both have Chemistry, but we have it during different periods," Gerard says sadly, "Which sucks." I nod in agreement. "Definitely sucks. At least we have lunch and break. And music. And math. Better than nothing," I offer, trying to be optimistic.
I bite my lip ring, and Gee looks at it. "You look really rad, by the way," he admits sheepishly, and I feel myself go red, "The whole earring, lip ring, blown away look. It works." Compliment taken.
"Oh, thanks... I like your hair," I decide on, trying to be as not creepy as possible. Gee smiles and runs a hand through it. "Thanks. It's my 'I haven't washed my hair for five days' look. Like it?" he jokes, and I chuckle softly. I really like Gee, but I want to stay friends. Besides, that'd just be weird...
Gerard and I stood in silence as our snickers died slowly, and we both found ourselves putting our hands into our pockets. "Your jeans are too skinny for than," I say, noting that Gee had changed out of his school uniform and into something more comfortable. And by comfortable, I mean a loose tank top with large arm holes and a pair of skin tight jeans. He smiles and shrugs. "You think? I really don't care," Gerard replies, and I smirk.
