Meanwhile, Gerard had happily hopped back into Frank's car after grabbing a bag of his things from his house. He was so excited to spend the evening at Frank's, it had been a while since he had gone to a friends.
"Gee," Frank said nudging Gerard's knee with his hand, having released his seatbelt while trying to manoeuvre a tight parallel park without letting his frustration fall out of his mouth as a string of curses. "We're here."
Frank's home wasn't massive, a two up two down terraced house with small front and back gardens and a window box of white and yellow pansies on the front window, but to Gerard, it was enormous. He was so used to the small flat that he lived in that anywhere big enough to have a garden was practically a castle.
"Frankie?" Gee mumbled, his voice quiet but full of excitement.
"Yes Gee," Frank replied, prompting Gerard to as his question as he turned his body to face the other teenager in the old red 2002 Volkswagen polo.
Gerard didn't verbally reply, instead flashing Frank a wide yet nervous smile and timidly pointing at his seatbelt that Frank had done up and that he now needed Frank's help to undo. Luckily Frank understood what Gee was asking and reached over the gearstick to set Gee free. Then he moved away, opening the drivers side door and exiting the vehicle before making his way around to the passenger door to open it for the other boy. Quickly, Frank retrieved his and Gee's bags from the back seat, locked his car and flicked through his keyring to find his house key, his free hand tightly holding Gerard's as they walked up the path.
"Benvenuti in una delle case Iero (welcome to one of the Iero houses)," Frank exclaimed, pushing the front door open and beckoning Gee inside. His Italian was broken and rusty but, then again, he had never lived in Italy, instead simply having picked up phrases from the small amount his parents and grandparent had spoken around the house while he was growing up.
Frank had been eleven when his parents got divorced, there was no bad blood between them now but it had been a mess back then. His dad had been desperate to go back to Italy, especially once his dad had fallen ill, but Frank's mum was firmly against disrupting Frank's life with such a big move when he had just found out what secondary school he was going to. There had been so many arguments, them calling each other selfish and other, much worse, names. It was two years later when Frank was thirteen that his dad moved back over from Italy where Frank had only been able to see him during school holidays which, for someone who had previously been incredibly close to both his parents, was a horrible experience, with his own parents in tow. Family was important to all the Ieros and, despite the fact that Mr and Mrs Iero never rekindled their romantic relationship, their friendship was quickly re-established with Mr Iero's return to the country.
Gee looked up at Frank, unable to understand the Italian as he took in the bright hallway he had just stepped into. Beneath his feet was a small door mat, a light brown rectangle with a string of black text on it that Gerard couldn't read as it seemed to be in a different language. Beside the door was a line of shoes on the floor, all neatly placed in pairs with the toes pointing the wall, below a series of hooks nailed into the pale grey wall that coats and bags were hung off of.
"Come on," Frank said, kicking his shoes of into a space at the end of the row on shoes and gong Gee time to do the same before giving his hand a little tug and leading him towards the stairs. "Lets go up to my room."
yo dudes. Its been a while..
this bit is relevant to the story - i know i'm contradicting something i wrote earlier but Gee is now about 5"4 and Frank is about 5"9. I just think Gerard being shorter makes more sense in this story and I don't want to make him tiny so I've made Frank taller too :) i hope none of you mind. also if you have any questions about anything - feel free to ask them :)
this bit could be considered relevant to the story - i'm trying to pick up the amout I'm updating this but I've had a lot of shit going on in my life and i'm struggling to stay on top of everything. unfortunately, since writing fanfiction is just a fun little thing I like to do, it has to be my lowest priority. i will get better I promise
this bit isn't relevant to the story - the boiler at my school is broken so ive been at home for the last five days and i don't get on with my family and yesterday i had to go to my old school to collect my art work and i hate my old school and all in all i kind of really want to die so shout out to susa for helping me stay alive by watching music videos with me almost every evening. I really appreciate it dude.
Swag.
Reub :)
