I know these chapters are getting shorter every time I post them and for that I am truly sorry. It has also been taking me a long time to post. Senior year requires some focus. On top of all of that I feel this story is being dragged on too long. So I'm changing it from how i wrote it. And taking out a lot. Please let me know what you think so far. And i will try to have the next chapter out shortly.

I woke up and looked at my alarm clock. It was 5:28. I decided to get up and start early. I didn't grab a shirt seeing as Mikey lives with me and has seen me without a shirt many times. He was most likely outside drawing something.

I walked down stairs and into the kitchen. I opened the cabinet and started pulling out the ingredients when I felt eyes looking at me. I looked up and saw two boys staring at me like I was an alien or something.

"Um hi, I'm going to go get a shirt." I said to Mikey and Frank. Mikey had his art work spread out on the kitchen table. Most likely showing off.

"Wait," Frank said, "Can I stay for dinner? And I like chicken."

"Yeah you can stay. And I'm glad you like chicken." I smiled at him then turned my attention to Mikey. "And Mikey that better be your work." I said putting emphasis on the word 'your'.

"It is. I couldn't get to your stuff if I wanted to. It's locked up. You're the only one who can get to it to read. It's too bad too 'cause it's good."

"Read it?" Frank asked sounding surprised.

"Yeah. I'm a writer, Why do you think I'm in creative writing?"

"Don't let him lie to you. He's in art too." Mikey said giving me a look like 'I'm not letting you get away that easy.'

"Well I'm going to go get a shirt now." I walked away before they could stop me again. I grabbed the shirt on my chair in my room and put it on. It was the Ramones shirt I stole from Ray. More like he let me take it, He has a few of them.

When I walked back into the kitchen they were both laughing about god knows what. "Hey Gee?" Mikey said as I started making the pizza.

"Yes, Mike?" He hates being called Mike.

"Can I show Frank your two pages in the office?" They looked like comic book but the picture took up the whole page. Those were something my parents were proud of. I don't let the read most of my short stories.

"Sure but don't touch anything, you know how mom and dad are."

"Yeah I know. We won't touch anything." Mikey said

"I promise." Frank said reassuring me. I just smiled at him. The boys turned and walked out of the kitchen.

I had some time to think now that they were gone. Small gestures would be best. I could tell Mikey was trying to set us up. Normally I would be mad at Mikey for that, but his time I was okay with it. I had a feeling Matt was helping him and that's why he was coming over.

"Gerard?"

"Yeah? What's up Frank? Where's Mikey?"

"He went to the bathroom, I think. I just wanted to say thank you, and see if you needed any help."

"I'm done now, I just have to put it in for an hour." He looked sad. So I said the first thing that came out of my mouth. "But you can stay and talk to me."

"Okay." He smiled then he said the words I heard over and over again. "Your pictures are good."

"You think so? I think my stories are way better than any of my art."

"That might be true. Of course I wouldn't know I've only heard one story and I wasn't listening too closely." Frank said allowing a blush to come to his face. I looked out the window and saw Mikey outside drawing. I smiled at Frank and knew exactly what I was going to do.