CHAPTER 3

Frank's POV

Me and Mikey soon became really good friends, he was so much nicer to me than anyone else was. But there was a problem. Living right next to eachother meant that I couldn't give many excuses as to why I couldn't go around his house whenever he asked. And soon, I had run out of acceptable ones.

"Do you wanna come round today?" Mikey asked over the fence. We talked like this most days. I sighed, realising that I had no excuse I could possibly say as to why I couldn't come round. "Yeah sure" I said as enthusiasically as I possibly could. The truth is I'd love to go round Mikey's house, it's Gerard that's the problem. It will bring back memories, and what if he tries to talk to me? Sometimes I'd see him looking out of one of the windows of their house when me and Mikey were talking over the fence. I could guess what thoughts he was probably having. 'Why on earth is my brother talking to that stupid loser fag' was one of them. I could imagine him saying that. It hurt.

I knew I'd have to face my fear and just deal with him being there, because I really didn't want to lose Mikey. He had even let me come and hang around with him and his friends at school, and I liked them all. They were nice and very accepting of me. I hopped down from the fence and walked through my house, telling my mom that I was going round Mikey's for a while. When I got to the door he opened it straight away for me, and for the first time in two years, I walked into Gerard's house.

Gerard's POV

Dear Diary,

Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Not only can't I believe that Mikey has become friends with none other than Frank fucking Iero, but now he is IN MY HOUSE! I really don't know what to think, what should I do?! I'm happy that Frank adn Mikey are best friends as they both clearly needed one, but I was hoping that he wouldn't come into my house. What if I bump into him? What if he speaks to me?

A part of me is hoping he will, but I'm still so scared. What if he does speak to me, but says something horrible? I'd expect him to. I was terrible to him. I can hear them talking right now... I can't believe I'm hearing his voice in my house again. I really want him to come in here and we could talk and be friends again, but I know that's just a dream and will never be a reality. Plus if we did become friends again, what would my friends think? Well, to be fair, they're not actually my friends. I hate them. But I can't let them hurt me... I'm too scared. And that's why I hate myself.

I put the pen down. I didn't feel like writing anymore. I decided to venture out of my room and go back upstairs (my room was the basement) to make a coffee. What time was it? I looked at the clock in the kitchen. 9:30pm. Fuck, I had been down there for pretty much all day again. I could hear Mikey talking to our Mom in the living room.

"Yes, of course you can stay the night" I heard my mom say. I froze when I heard Frank's voice. He was still here!

"Yay! Thankyou Mrs Way!" Frank said back. He was fucking staying the night, brilliant. I debated in my mind running back to my room when suddenly I heard the door open from the living room and turned back to my coffee quickly, with my back in the direction of the door.

"Hey bro! Finally up then?" I heard Mikey say to me.

"Yeah" I mumbled, not turning around.

"Hey look! You've met Frank, right? He's in your year!" Mikey said. I cursed in my head as I realised this meant that I would have to turn around and look at him. I turned slowly, almost gasping as I saw Frank across the room. He looked breathtaking, black eyeliner perfectly framing his sparkling green eyes. I wave of sadness came over me as I realised just how much I missed him.

"Yeah.. hi" I said to him.

"Hey" he mumbled, the first word he had said to me in 2 years. I got butterflies and felt my heart soar sky high, to then be shoved back to earth as Mikey said "Ok then, lets go back upstairs and play xbox", and they both left the room. I really wanted Frank to come back. I really, really missed him. I picked up my coffee and went back to my room for a while, and decided I'd come back up later to watch tv before I went to bed so that I had at least some time out of my room.

Frank's POV

Well, that was awkward. Gerard never seemed to make any form of facial expression, so it was hard to tell if he was disgusted in having to talk to me, annoyed, angry? I knew he wouldn't be happy. I couldn't believe I was thinking this, but I really wanted to talk to him more to find out what he thought of me. Maybe he'd changed... I laughed out loud at such a rediculous thought and Mikey looked at me strangely.

"Sorry, I just thought of something funny" I said.

"What?" He asked, and I just made up something about the game we were playing that came into my head. He looked at me a bit confused, but then just replied; "haha".

I jumped a mile when I felt something soft go over my foot, to then see a little dog nipping at my feet. I had no idea they even had a dog.

"Oh, sorry about that. This is Andy, my dog" Mikey said, and I leaned down to stroke him. He was cute.

"Mikey!" His mom shouted. He stood, leaving the room to go downstairs, and I followed him with Andy trailing along behind me. Being the clumsy person that I am, my foot caught on a cabinet in the hallway and I tripped and fell to the floor.

"Shit Frank! Are you ok?!" Mikey said as he ran to me.

"Yeah I'm fine" I said, clutching my foot and staring at the long cut starting to bleed onto the floor. Mikey helped me up and I put one arm around him as he guided me the rest of the way to the kitchen. He helped me sit on the chair as his mom cleaned the cut for me and put on a bandage.

"There we go, you should be ok now. Now Mikey, I called you up here because it's time to take Andy for his evening walk, but it looks like Frank can't come with you now. Frank, do you mind staying here while Mikey quickly walks him? He'll only be about half an hour. I'd do it myself but I have to stay in my office sorting out things for work, my husband is out and Gerard doesn't like dogs" his mom said.

"I don't mind" I said, although I did.

"Very well then, off you go Mikey. GERARD!" she shouted, her voice making me jump as it became much louder.

"In the living room Mom!" He shouted back, and she held the door open for me to walk in. I walked in to see Gerard watching Miami Ink (funnily enough one of my favourite shows, the one that had inspired me to get a load of tattoos as soon as I'm old enough). He turned when I walked in and just looked at me for a second, before looking to his mom.

"Mikey is out walking the dog and I'm working in my office on some important paperwork, so I'd like you to keep Frank company please until Mikey gets back. He won't be long" she said, as she began walking out again. She stopped at the door, turning to look at Gerard once more. "And Gerard honey, actually SPEAK to him, he is a guest afterall. Make him feel welcome" she said, and then closed the door behind her.