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Frank's bored and Mikey's probably not fucking Pete.

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Frank was extremely bored.

He had been driving around in his mom's car, which he had nicked while she was in the shower, for at least an hour now. The Cure was blasting out through the scratchy car speakers, and Frank was drumming the rhythm of 'Lovesong' on the steering wheel.

It was in the middle of October, only two weeks until his 19th birthday. The little air that was slipping inside the car, was cold and stingy on Franks bare arms, he should have brought a jacket.

Frank shook his head at the numbers on the dashboard, 06:32pm, the grey sky would turn black pretty soon.

Frank went over his options in his head. He could keep on circling the city, and end up having to pay for gas or he could drive home and eat dinner with his mom and her new dick of a boyfriend.

Or he could take a left turn and pray to god that Mikey was home and willing to entertain him.

Frank chose the last option, taking a left turn and heading for his best friend's house.

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The Ways house was oddly dark when he drove into the driveway. Frank gasped when he stepped into the cold October air, wrapping his arms around himself as he walked towards the front door.

He knocked a few times, waiting impatiently for someone to let him in. He was just about to give up and walk back to the car, when he heard someone rummaging around on the other side of the door.

The big door swung open, and Frank was greeted by an annoyed looking face. It definitely wasn't Mikey, even though the boy stood in the doorframe had facial features very similar to Franks best friends.

He was nearly as tall as Mikey and had the same all-knowing hazel eyes, but his face was wider and his bone structure was softer, his body curvier. His hair was jet black and messily framing his pale face, some of the strands falling into his eyes. His lips were pink and slightly parted and his eyebrows were neat and furrowed, a questioning look on his face.

He was wearing an oversized, black David Bowie t-shirt, the print on the shirt faded and the neck opening stretched out, showing off part of the boys left collarbone.

"Can I help you?"

The words ripped Frank out of his own thoughts, and he realized he had no idea of how long he had been staring. His gaze flew up to meet the boys'.

"Uhh, yeah, is uh Mikey home?" Frank piped out.

The boy tilted his head, looking frank up and down.

"No. He's at Petes. Pretty sure he'll stay overnight"

Frank groaned in displeasure, looking down at his converse. He took a deep breath, starting to turn away from the front door and mentally preparing himself for the awkwardness awaiting him at home.

"Hey uh. You wanna come in?"

Frank froze in his tracks, turning his head back towards the other boy. The guy looked genuine. He thought to himself for a minute, trying to decide whether or not to stay, but like, nothing could be worse than meeting another one of his moms boyfriends, he would gladly take a stabbing to avoid being in that situation.

He gave the boy a nod, following him inside the dark house.

"So, I'm guessing you're one of Mikeys friends, I'm Gerard, his older brother"