Ch 2
Gerard's POV (still)
"Mom, I can't find any of my jeans!" I cried. I looked five times all over my room and they weren't there. "MOM!"
I groaned loudly, hoping she would pay some attention to me. I finally gave up and stormed up the stairs in my Nirvana T-shirt and boxers. On the last stair, I slipped on something and hit my chin on the ground.
"Ahh, shit, that hurt," I muttered. It was a piece of paper folded crudely. A note from my mom.
Gerard, Mikey got a tad sick-well, really sick-so I'm off taking him to the hospital. I'm afraid you'll have to take the sponge cake across the street to the new neighbours on your own. Sorry.
-Mom
Mikey got a tad sick? Fuck. My. Life. I went in Mikey's room to see if she was pulling my leg. The good news is I found my jeans! The bad news is, Mikey really was gone. I pulled the jeans up my legs and went in the kitchen to grab the cake. Locking the door behind me, I slowly and suspiciously walked across the street to the neighbours. The door. It was wide open. Well, they were moving things in and out of the house so whatever.
"Hello? Anyone home?" I called. Stupid question. But whatever.
"I'll get it, Ma!" called a voice from upstairs. I heard a few thuds as someone sprinted down the stairs. In seconds, a short boy with dark hair and greenish eyes appeared in front of me. "H-Hi."
"Umm...Hi," I said slowly. Now let me just say I have never ever EVER believed in love at first sight...Until today.
"I'm Frank. Frank Iero. We just moved here from New York. I suppose it's obvious what with the boxes, crates, New York themed items and whatnot. My mom's upstairs in the attic. I'm Frank, by the way. Oh, crap, I said that already!" the boy blurted. Frank. Frank Iero.
"I'm Gerard. Gerard Way. I live across the street. My mom was supposed to come with me but my little brother got sick so I had to come by myself. She made you a sponge cake. I mean, not just you, but like you and your mom, you know, cos your mom's here too and all cos she's your mom and stuff, you know?" I said. Frank stood there looking at me. "Do you wanna come over?"
"To your house?" Frank asked.
No, Frank, to the fucking zoo.
"Yeah, nobody's home," I said, "since my mom and brother are at the hospital."
"What about your dad?"
"He, umm, er...He's dead."
"Oh. I'm so sorry."
"No big deal. So go ask your mom!" I laughed, trying to shake off the awkwardness.
"Hey, Ma! The boy from across the street wants me to come over!" Frank yelled. For a small boy he was damn loud.
"Okay, Frank, be back by midnight!" she yelled. Midnight? Wow, she's lenient. I led the boy to my house and brought him downstairs into my room. He stood in the doorway quietly looking at me. He seemed a little shy.
"Frank, come on in! Come sit on the bed!" I said patting the spot beside me. He was really cute. Really really cute. But he was probably straight. Agood-looking guy like that? Yeah, totally.
"Can I tell you something?" Frank asked. He looked down at his hands, refusing to make eye contact.
"Sure, anything," I said.
"You promise not to tell?"
"Pinkie swear," I said with a smile.
"Well...every girlfriend I've ever had was just a beard."
"A...beard?"
"Like a cover..."
"A cover for what?"
Silence. I looked over at Frank. His small frame was slightly shivering.
"Frankie?"
"A cover for being gay."
