Sunday Night, December 16th
If one were to look outside one's window at this very moment -- go ahead, do it -- one might see a group of children-- teenagers, most likely -- slumping quietly along the deserted sidewalk. One may seem shorter than the others, one could have an impressive head of hair, and one could have hit puberty early and was growing facial hair rapidly. Warning: this may not be the exact description of the boys outside your window.
But that is the exact description of Frank Iero, Ray Toro, and Bob Bryar as they sauntered through the dark towards the mansion-like house the shortest had been to the day prior. Ray was humming tunelessly and Bob was tapping his fingers idly on his jeans, staring at the stars. Frank, on the other hand, was practically bouncing as he walked, biting his lip to refrain from grinning. He was especially excited to see his new friend; the boy was incredibly--
"Do you guys ever think that your life is constantly being narrated?"
What the fuck? Can he hear me? Shit, what--
"No, Frank. No one thinks that but you."
Hey, don't interrupt me, you ass--
"You're telling me you've never thought about that?"
You know what, fuck you guys! I'm going home.
"...I think the narrator just stormed off."
"Goddamnit Frank, there is no narrator, you idiot," Bob laughed, slapping the back of the boy's head. "This is real life."
Ha, joke's on you, asswipes.
"Hey Frank?" Ray called from behind him, frowning at his glowing phone. The tattooed boy hummed in acknowledgement. "If what you're saying is true, Gerard is only sixteen; his birthday isn't until April." Frank gave him a look. "I just thought you might want to know."
Frank didn't really understand why that was pertinent; so what if Gerard was younger? He was still the interesting, naive lost boy he had been when Frank first discovered him. Nothing had changed.
As they arrived at the small basement window, level with the lawn, Frank grinned. No matter how strange the kid was, he was his friend. A weird, insane friend, but a friend all the same.
He knocked on the window quietly, being sure to not alert his parents. Within seconds, a pale, curious face appeared, hazel eyes wide and wondering. A large grin split his face when he spotted the older boy. He mouthed something indiscernible and motioned for them to open the window.
"Holy shit, he is real," Ray breathed, Bob gazing wide-eyed at the black-haired boy behind the window. Fro looked somewhat apathetic about the whole situation.
Frank pried the window open, greeting a beaming Gerard with a warm smile. "Hey Gee."
If it was possible, his smile got larger. "You came back!"
"Of course I did," cooed Frank, letting Gerard lower him to the basement floor. He grabbed their backpack before helping to get the other to boys down. "Guys, this is Gerard Way. Gee, this is Bob and Ray, my friends."
Gerard's eyes were shining brightly in the dim moon light, the glow casting eerie shadows across his face.
Bob and Ray were still staring in awe. "I can't believe he's real."
The black-haired boy's face suddenly became serious. "I will have you know that I am completely competent," he growled, narrowing his eyes. Frank's own eyes widened considerably.
"Gee, I don't think you understand what he meant. C'mon, we have things to do," Frank assured, gripping the boy's shoulders. He knew what Gerard was refering to, and he would explain it to the guys later, but for now, he just made a "stop now" motion and grinned at Gerard, who smiled back a little less enthusiastically.

Notes

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