The first time that Frank met Gerard, he was a sophmore in highschool, and he was supposed to be spending his Friday night with Mikey.

"Shit Frank, mom made me run to the store, apparentely it's my turn to get groceries. I'll be back in a bit, you know where the spare key it, just let yourself in. But don't go in the basement, we'll just sleep in the living room." Frank found it strange, that for the whole year and a half that they had been freinds, he'd been in the basement approximately thirty times total. It wouldn't have been strange, if it wasn't Mikey's room, but because it was he questioned why he couldn't be down there.

Now that there was no Mikey there to distract him with a heated conversation about how Iron Maiden was not the same with their new guitar player, he found it impossible to not want to investigate. The loud bang that echoed from below -that sounded a lot like something breaking into a million pieces after being smashed against a wall with too much force- convinced him that snooping around couldn't be that bad.

The door opened with ease, and Frank thought about backing out, he could have stepped out of the door way and back into the upper floor without being noticed. His desicion was made when the first step creaked as he carefully walked down. The door shut with a quiet click behind him, and his presence couldn't have gone unnoticed.

"Mikey?" A voice called out into the dark room. Frank side stepped into the shadows to go unseen and the other man went back to throwing random objects at the wall. Frank didn't know much about Mikey's brother, Gerard since he was always either holed up in their room, or out somewhere with his friends from the art school he attended in New York.

Frank stood at the bottom of the steps and watched as Gerard drank from a bottle of unknown liquids and abondoned whatever he had been throwing in favor of ripping pages out of a notebook. He appeared to be mad about something, but Frank could not decipher the cause of his anger. It was not clear what was on the paper through the dim light, but it was most likely something important that he would regret destroying.

Frank's feet began to get sore, and as he shifted, only moving enough to shift his weight to his other leg, his foot collided with one of the fallen papers, and Gerard's head quickly shot up. "Mikey," Gerard approached Frank cautiously, ignoring the crunch of paper and glass under his feet. "If that's you, and I know it is, I want you to get out, and don't come down utnil morning," Gerard demnanded, but since Mikey was not in fact the one hidden in the shadows, no means of escape were instituted. "I mean it." Finally Gerard closed the distance between the two, and the outline of a face was visible. "Frank?" He was surprised that Gerard had known who he was, but Mikey had said that his brother was weird, and a bit of a creep.

"Ummm...hi." Frank hadn't expected to be caught, and instead hoped to stay hidden until things got boring and he had a chance to leave, so he had not been prepared what to say when it had happened.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" He sounded just as upset as when he thought that it was Mikey that had been hidden there. "You can't be down here, nobody can," Frank saw a hint of worry in Gerard's eyes as he continued. "You're going to ruin everything. You should go back upstairs." Frank wished that he could turn around and forget that anything had happened and remove himself from the situation, but he was already involved and he wasn't looking forward to Mikey going into his room to discover his brothers lifeless body. He recognized the look on Gerard's face, he had know that feeling all too well, after all, he had been in the same position throughout middle school, before he had met Mikey.

"I'm not going anywhere," he declared. "Just sleep it off and you'll be better tomorrow," Frank tried leading him deeper into the room, the room, towards the bed, but Gerard made a sharp turn for the bathroom. Frank ntoiced, once he was inside, an array of pill bottles lined on the counter, in what appeared to be a specific order that held no significance to Frank. Before Frank was abled to react, Gerard was already retching into the toilet and Frank instantly took to his side.

"You can go, I'm fine," Gerard pushed him away, but he refused to leave.

"I'm not an idiot, I know what you're planning on doing, and I'm not going to let it happen." Gerard still tried to ward him off with another 'I'm fine.' "No you're not, and we both know it. I'm not going anywhere," Gerard gave up on forcing him from the room and instead started towards the pills by the sink, not even acknowledging Frank's presence. "Fuck no," Frank pulled him back into the room.

"Lemme go," Gerard tried to pull away, but ended up falling face first onto the ground. Frank ignored Gerard's request and picked him up off the floor and placed him in the bed to pass out. Once he was sure that Gerard was asleep, and wasn't going to try to make a run for the bathroom, Frank set to work picking up what he know discovered were drawings, mainly of Mikey, and broken bottles that were once filled with various alcoholic drinks. His eyes grew weary, and he ended up falling asleep on Mikey's bed before he got the job done.