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Words Mean Nothing.

Chapter Fifteen.

Gerard and Mikey's living room was quaint. It's walls were a mocha brown color and the furniture adorning the room was an olive green. The room was small and Frank sat on a love seat underneath the picture window. a huge couch sat to his left that turned to create a perfect half rectangle around the brown rug and glass coffee table. The flat screen television played aimlessly in the front of the room being ignored by all life as it showed some television show about food. Frank's eyes nervously scanned the room resting for a second on the family photos on the wall and an odd picture of vibrant flowers that didn't really seem to fit with the rest of the room. Curious about the picture Frank raised himself from love seat and moved closer to the picture.

Staring up at the picture Frank's eyes followed the lines of the lilies around the paper like a map. Their petals intertwining and changing color as they did. It was the type of art you could get lost in, which was probably the reason it was on display in the living room of the way house.

"I see you like Gerard's painting." Frank jumped and spun around to face the old woman standing in the dim hallway. "He painted that for me last year for my birthday."

"Gerard painted that?! " Frank asked flabbergasted.

"Of course he did!" the woman laughed sitting down on the couch in front of the painting.

"Wow. It's amazing. I had no idea he was that talented….I mean…I knew he was talented, but, wow. That's just….it's phenomenal…something you can really get lost in." smiled Frank still examining the painting.

"That's what he's good at I suppose. Something you can get lost in. You should hear him sing. " The old woman smiled truly proud of her boy. The perfect grandson.

"Wait. He can sing?" Frank was truly shocked by this.

"Can he sing? Do angels fly? He's got a beautiful voice. He was Peter Pan in the musical a few years back." The woman smiled a warm, wide, smile.

"Isn't that normally played by a woman?" Frank asked holding in his snickers.

"Yes, but, you haven't seen me in tights." Gerard's cocky voice echoed in from the hallway, as he carried in a tray with three cups, cream, sugar and a plate of steaming chocolate chip cookies oozing chocolate chips onto the plate. Frank's eyes lit up when he saw the cookies, and he instantly felt his mouth begin to salivate. The smell hit his nose like a bullet, and he tried to hide the fact he was eying the cookies. The only cookies he ever had were the ones out of a package that read "Oreo" on it. If the boy were to bake something he'd burn the house down for sure.

"Ooh. What's this?" the old woman asked.

"Coffee and I hope you don't mind…I took your cookies out of the oven and figured I'd put them on the plate too." Gerard smiled stirring sugar into a cup of coffee and handing it to his grandmother.

"Cookies are for eating are they not?" She smiled bringing the coffee up to her mouth, her elegant rings glistening in the sunlight drifting in through the window.

Realizing he was being awkward Frank sat down next to the old woman, and put his cupped hands onto his spidery legs.

"Frank, how do you like your coffee?" Gerard asked smiling.

"Um…I've never really…"

"YOU HAVEN'T HAD COFFEE?!" Gerard yelped cutting Frank off.

"Does Iced tea count?"

"NO! ICED TEA DOES NOT COUNT. Oh my god. What has this world come to….freshman not having coffee before…it's a sin…a downright sin. WHY JESUS WHY?" Gerard went off.

"Gerard Arthur Way. We do not do that to our friends when they haven't tried something. We offer them one." Gerard's grandmother smiled, picking up the final cup. "Now, Frank…do you like bitter things?"

Frank shook his head 'no' and watched the elegant hands pour a generous amount of milk into the cup, and then scoop two cubes of sugar into the cup. He took the cup from her and sniffed the creamy colored liquid, before sticking his tongue down into the cup to taste it like a cat.

"Oh come on Princess! I need to know what you think!" Gerard exclaimed staring at the boy. Taking a deep breath Frank took a heaping gulp of the coffee. The bitter liquid hit his taste buds and they felt like they exploded, he grimaced squinting his eyes up.

"That is vile." he muttered, coughing.

"Vile?! Vile?! That's the liquid of the gods!" Gerard exclaimed as Frank continued coughing. "Oh, uh…here…have a sugar cube."

Frank grabbed the sugar cube shoving it into his mouth….it instantly took the bitter woody taste away, and replaced it with a sweet one.

"Thanks, Gerard." Frank muttered placing the cup away from him onto the coffee table.

"It's a good thing you two are getting along so well, considering you're going to be room mates for the next week." Gerard's grandmother smiled.

Gerard spit out his coffee onto the table like a bad slap stick comedy routine.

"Wait….he's staying in my room?" he stuttered.

"Yes, he will be. You have the pull-out couch in the basement, after all this boy has been through don't you think he should be sleeping on something more than the floor in Mikey's room?" Gerard's grandmother explained to the two dumbstruck boys.

The ideology of the two boys being room mates after all the hell they put each other through was ridiculous, but, the two would have to learn to like one another whether they liked it or not…fast.

Comments

@WelcomeToTheMarmalade
Sitting alone in 2016 crying because i love this and all the good fanfics are old

*sitting in 2015 alone and crying tears of pure loss because all my favorite fanfics are ancient*

Wow!! Sequel definitely needed!!! (; Xx

sequal?!

frankenweenie frankenweenie
5/9/14
Soft simple tears began t trickle down the young girls face as she read the ending words to her newly acquired addiction. The words seemed to swarm and melt around her mind like the coffee she seems to stitched to. With the words coursed around her mind she started to beg, plead, anything for another story about her hero's. No words came inside her head, no words of greatness shot through her mind but eight... 'This is my Gerard and I am Frank Iero.'
BatteryBomb BatteryBomb
7/31/13