WAIT || frerard

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"Ahh, Gerard, Ray, this is Frankie." Mrs Johnson told the boys.

"It's just Frank. Nick-names aren't really my thing," the boy sighed, hanging his coat on the free-standing pegs in the corner of the room. He was short and had a lot of floppy black hair on the top of his head. "Here are your eggs, Maggie." He placed the small hamper of eggs on the kitchen counter and stood awkwardly next to the table.

"Uhh, I'm Frank. But you already knew that."

Gerard's eyes widened when he saw the boy up close, his smooth pale skin fit perfectly over his defined cheek bones and his shiny mop of hair hung just about to his eyes until  his hand came and pushed it back, messing it slightly on the top of his head. Only then did Gerard actually get a good look at Frank's eyes and his heart skipped a beat when he did. They were a greeny-hazel colour, looked almost see-through and were gently scanning over his face. He needed to speak. He had stood and stared to long. "I'm Gerard Way. Seventeen." Slowly, he extended out his hand for Frank to shake. Which he did, the smaller boy's skinny fingers still freezing from the harsh December air.

"You and Mikes have the same last name, that's cute."

"This is my brother, Frank," Mikey said excitement evident in his voice.

"No way, that's awesome!" He grins showing a set of beautiful white teeth.

Once all the greeting had finished, Mikey showed both Ray and Gerard the bedroom they would be staying in. "My bed's closet to the door, and that's Frank's one down from mine. Take your pick. I'll go get some sheets from the airing cupboard."  And with that he tottered off out of the room in search for two sets of bed sheets. Ray had already chosen his bed and was pulling it across the room before the process of picking had even crossed through Gerard's mind.

"Looks like you'll be opposite me, then." Frank stated, taking Gerard's gasmask and placing it on the end of the spare, unmade bed.

"Ray, what are you actually doing?" Frank chuckled glancing at the crazy-haired boy from across the room. Ray was attempting to turn his bed around so he was facing the window at the bottom end of the room.

"Well, I want to sleep opposite Mikey, but I don't want to sleep next to the door. So I figured, I would give Mikey no choice in the matter and move both of our beds down to the opposite end of the room."

"What if you need the toilet?" Gerard contributed.

"We'll run."

The two boys stood watching and laughing at Ray's strange antics before Mikey returned to the room, laden down with blankets and sheets and pillows, going to dump them on his bed only to have them land with a soft thud on the floor. "Where on earth is my bed!?" he asked, staring in shock at the jumble of fabric on the floor. The sounds of metal scraping against the wooden floor stopped as Ray realised Mikey was back in the room, filling the air with a strained silence, only broken by the sniggers from both Frank and Gerard. "What are you doing?"

"Moving our beds?" Ray smiled.

"Why?" exasperation filed Mikey's tone. He'd only known this boy for twenty minutes, blimey!

"I want to sleep at the bottom of your bed, but not near the door. Sleeping near the window helps me keep my head clear of the bad thoughts," Ray explained, giving Mikey a pleading look and clasping his hands together in front of his chest.

"Fine, whatever." The mousey-haired boy sighed, bending down to pick up the sheets once more.

After Ray had successfully shoved both his and Mikey's bed to the end of the room, the two boys split into pairs, each attempting to get one set of belongings put away and the bed made in the fastest time. They had no idea why, it just seemed like a good bonding exercise, plus it helped pass the time before Maggie called them downstairs for food. "Ready. Set. GO!"