Apartment B16

Brendon’s POV

Ryan came to the door, shirtless, with his hair screaming ‘fuck me’ and a smile that could kill angels.

Gerard was at a loss for words and I was not any different. Ryan had his gaze directed to Gerard cause I’m guessing Gerard is his object of interest at the moment. I wonder what Frank looks like if Ryan looks like this.

I started to feel uncomfortable in my pants so I shifted slightly but it seems Ryan is very attentive and noticed before anything. He chuckled and gave me a mocking stare before turning back to Gerard.

Really, like, where is Frank?

“Hey, R-Ryan,” I spluttered out, “We’re here like we promised.” Gerard continued to be silent.

Ryan waved towards his apartment and stepped back. “Well, are you going to come inside or not? I don’t bi- never mind,” He said as he gave us a toothy grin.

I still don’t know what to make of this situation. Gerard won’t speak, Ryan is a slutty flirt, I can barely speak myself, and I still don’t know where Frank is.

There was small moment of silence until Gerard finally came down from wherever he was and moved. He stepped forward into the apartment, brushing by Ryan, and plopped down on the couch.

Ryan entered and I followed suit.

“Hey, could you close the door? The heats on and I don’t feel like paying a lot for just heating and we’re not trying to heat up the entire building,” Ryan said over his shoulder. I closed the door and tried to lock it but the lock seemed to be broken.

“Um, your lock is broken. Do you want me to just keep it closed?” I felt awkward. I don’t know why though. He’s just a person, a neighbor; I just feel awkward around him. It’s weird.

“Yeah, just whatever. Frank will be out in a moment.”

“Okay.”

“I know you only want to see him, you’re basically like a love-sick puppy after just a day,” He said as he went to sit on the couch. “I can see why too. My Frankie is a catch, but hard to keep, kid.”

I looked at him incredulously. I officially do not like being around Ryan.

Before I had anytime to respond, Frank walked out from a room and was rubbing his hair dry with a towel. His hair was long enough to touch his jaw and his fringe curled around his eye. He didn’t have a shirt on so you could see all his tattoos clearly.

I guess he didn’t notice Gerard and me and just walked in the other direction to where I’m assuming the kitchen was. Our apartment was totally different even though we live right next door.

I heard some things being shifted and moved then a frustrated grunt and something being slammed down.

“Ryan! The fucking coffee pot’s broken!” I heard he start to walk over, “I told you to put the damned thing in the backseat, not the bottom of the fucking- Oh, shit. Hey Brendon! Forgot you guys were here.” He beamed at me, walking over to me, stopping barely two feet away from me.

I felt my face heat up from suddenly being the center of his attention. “H-hi, Frank.”

He punched me lightly in the arm, “Stupid, you don’t have to call me Frank. You can call me Frankie!”

Ryan perked up at this, “Hey, asshole! I thought you said I was the only one who could call you that!”

Frank stuck his tongue out at him, “Oh fucking well. Don’t get jealous and all diva on me cause I’m starting to like Brendon’s ass more than I like yours.”

He likes my ass that much? I mean, his ass was nice too. I just really didn’t want to say that out loud.

Frank grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room, away from Ryan’s glare. Are they even in a fucking relationship? What the fuck is his problem?

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard a door shut and I realized Frank hand dragged me to a room. It was littered with boxes like the rest of their apartment but instead of the funky yellow and green wallpaper in the living room it was a cool purple with blue paint splatters scattered everywhere. There was a bed in the middle with boxes scattered all over it too. It was pretty nice.

There was huge window with a nice view of the city and a balcony littered with empty flower pots. The more that I think about it, the more it seems like this place used to be owned by pot heads.

Frank’s POV

“Do you know if the last owners were pot heads, Bren?” I pick up a box from the corner of the room. I found it in the bathroom when I was taking a shower.

Brendon looked at me incredulously, “Can you read minds?”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

“So, do you?” He kept looking out of the window, not responding. “You know, know if the last owners were pot heads?”

He kept looking out the window.

I tired of trying to get his attention so I snuck up behind him and got up right next to his ear…

and flicked him.

Really hard.

“Ow! What was that for?!” He finally looked at me.

I raised my eyebrows at him and shrugged my shoulders. “You weren’t listening, you just kept looking out the window.”

He blushed a bit. “Oh, sorry. Gerard tells me the same thing but he’ll usually throw his sketchbook at me,” His face scrunched up a bit, his glasses sliding down his nose. “Not flick me in the ear.”

“Sorry, I get agitated quickly.” I blushed at my insolence.

“It’s okay.” He was staring at my stomach so I turned away. Why does he make me so blushy?

I walked over to my box of clothes, next to the bed. “Guess I should actually put a shirt on. I hope I’m not making you uncomforta-“

“No, no!” I stopped in the middle of picking up a shirt and looked at him. “No, I-I mean it’s your apartment! You can stay shirtless if you want and all! I-I mean if you w-ant to! It’s your choice! I-I mea-“

“Brendon!” He stopped. “It’s okay!”

“R-really?” His glasses had grown clouded to how flustered he was. He blushed even more as he took them off and put them in his back pocket. He looked nice without his glasses. Hotter even.

I nodded at my head, “Yes. I already understand it’s my apartment and that I could walk around in it ass naked if I wanted to. It’s just not one of those days today.” I said, slightly tilting my head to the side just to get my point across. “Unless you want me to go around ass naked, I will without a second thought.”

His face grew a darker shade of red when I dropped the shirt and moved slowly towards him, stopping short of his face. He started stumbling over his words again so I just went back to the shirt I put down and put it on.

“I mean, I would if it wasn’t for the fact that we still need to get our shit out of the car and up here. Not to mention breakfast.” I moved to the door and yelled, “Cause some motherfucker broke the damn thing!”

From the distance, you could hear Gerard laughing hysterically.

I looked at him, “You ready to go?”

He nodded quickly, “Sure, sure.”

“Okay, let’s go!”

Gerard’s POV

After Ryan went to finally get ready, taking fifteen minutes just to put ‘the right shirt on for the public’, we went down to a Starbucks down the street to get breakfast. I learned that Ryan didn’t really share my love for coffee, but had an extreme love for hot chocolate, the weirdo. Who doesn’t love coffee? Well apparently Brendon didn’t either. At least Frank liked coffee! Goddamn!

We talked about music and stuff and how we all admired the Beetles in one way or another. Ryan wouldn’t stop talking about them and which got Frank to start talking about his obsession with the Misfits. They were a tag team from hell when it came to causing commotion. Just to add to it all, Brendon started singing Britney Spears which lead us to the conversation we were having right now over my White Mocha Espresso and his cold apple juice.

“Rihanna is definitely way better than Spears! I mean, look at her! She’s fabulous!”

“Yeah, whatever! Britney would put Rihanna on her ass any day.”
“I personally like Lady Gaga,” Ryan peeped up from where he sat.

Then Frank said, “Everybody likes Gaga, stupid.”

Brendon looked over at Frank and smiled brightly, “Of course everybody loves Gaga! She’s up there with Britney and Beyoncé!”

“And Rihanna!”

“Not everyone likes Rihanna, babe,” Frank whispered from his seat.

Brendon stood up, “Ha! I told you not everyone likes Rihanna! Frankie even said so!”

In the heat of the moment, I stood up too. “Whatever! Rihanna will always be queen, baby!” And then I proceeded to sing Umbrella. Really loudly.

When I got to the chorus, some other dude stood up and started singing too. It got better though when half of the whole damn place was singing along with me to Rihanna.

Brendon smiled widely at me, “Oh, so you want to play like that? Oh, well baby, I can play.” Then he started to sing Baby One More Time and the other half started to sing with him. Ryan and Frank were just sitting there, watching the Pop Queen war take place and it was magical to the very end.

After we finished, a loud applause erupted throughout the entire coffee shop and we bowed graciously and sat back down. We kept a straight face on for a full second before we busted out laughing, almost knocking down both of our drinks.

Frank smiled widely and looked over at Ryan. “I think we have ourselves two keepers.”

“I think so indeed, Franklin.”

“Don’t ever call me that again.”

He turned to both of us and fan girl-ed, “You guys sounded fucking awesome! I mean yeah, you have different singing styles and shit but goddamn that was fucking awesome! Don’t you think so, Ryan?”

“Yeah, you guys are fucking awesome!”

Brendon just beamed and bounced up and down in his seat. “Thanks!”

“Well, the day is young and we gotta get your shit up in your apartment if we’re ever going to get it done. Then we can fuck around.”

Ryan smirked up at me, “I hope you know I’m going to keep you to your word?”

What does he me- OH. I blushed furiously realizing what I just said. “Y-yeah sure. Whatever. Let’s just get out of here.”

We all left and took the ten minute walk to the apartment. I started talking to Frank about bands and stuff and found out we both basically liked the same bands. Brendon just walked behind Frank awkwardly and Ryan walked ahead of us.

When we got to the apartment we went around to the parking garage and their car was almost completely full!

“How do you guys have so much stuff in one little car?!” Brendon exclaimed before he could stop himself.

Frank just shrugged, “Small people know how to work small places?”

Ryan tilted his head side to side, “That explains a lot.”

And with that we began grabbing boxes.

***Four Hours Later***

“Damn it, Ryan! Why do you have so much shit!”

“Let me remind you, Frankie, that I left more than half of my stuff in Jersey so just shut the fuck up and unpack.”

“Geez, touchy,” Frank dropped the stuff he was unpacking back on the couch in irritation, “Can’t we just fucking unpack tomorrow?! I’m tired!” He gestured toward me and Brendon. “They’re tired too!”

“Fine, but Gerard promised me we could fuck around.” He winked in my direction making me blush furiously for the umpteenth time today.

Frank looked like he was thinking for a second, then he got an idea. “How about we go visit Patrick and his new fuck buddy?”

Ryan visually brightened up, “Sure, sounds like a plan.”

“And where does this Patrick live?” I asked, slightly jealous.

“Well, he doesn’t really live there. He works there, he actually owns the place,” Frank said to me, “Have you ever heard of Angels & Kings?”

Notes

I'm pretty sure this is my longest chapter I've written for this story. I'M REALLY SORRY IT TOOK REALLY FUCKING LONG TO UPDATE. I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW HOW GUILTY I'VE FELT FOR NOT UPDATING FOR A REALLY LONG TIME. I'M REALLY SORRY. So, yeah. Um... things. Oh, one of the reasons it took me so long is cause I was writing my friend a pretty long one-shot (that's going to be finished some time this week) and I think I did okay on it! If you want to read it it's called Yule Shoot Your Eyes Out. Its on here and mychemicalromance.com if you can't find it here.
So, thanks for putting up with my shit!
Extra Rant:
Okay, so you know those shrimp packets with frozen shrimp that says deveined? Yeah, um... THEY'RE NOT FUCKING DEVEINED. THEY'RE STILL VEINY AND SHIT. NOBODY WANTS STRINGS OF SHRIMP SHIT IN THEIR FUCKING PASTA. GODDAMN.
WORD OF THE WEEK: goddamn. :3 have a nice day.