Anytime you want (Frerard/Frikey/ Rikey/ and possible Waycest)

Frank’s POV
I stopped in front of what I guess was our new neighbor’s house. My mum made me come over here and introduce myself because she saw a teen walk into the house. She was all like “You need to make new friends, darling.” I tried to convince her that this was a bad idea but she forced me to go. I looked up at the 2 story house and stepped on the porch to ring the bell. But instead of me ringing the bell, someone already opened the door. He was beautiful. He wore a Misfits shirt and black jeans. His hair hung in face but I could see his eyes. I saw misery,shame, and hurt, all mixed into two beautiful orbs. “Hello…?” he said as I snapped out of my daydreaming “Hi there. I’m Frank, your new neighbor.” I said smiling nervously and politely at the same time. He arched an eyebrow at me. “I’m supposed to care why..?”
“Listen I didn’t want to come here either. But my mum made me. So I have no choice.”
“Yes you do have a choice, get the fuck off of my property or get reshaped into a bloody pulp. Now that choice is what you have” He said pointing the opposite of where I was. He really hurt my feelings. I felt my face turn red and my eyes were blinded with tears. Before he could say anything else I ran from the house and inside my own. I ran inside my room before I realized I was alone. I’m so stupid...I’ll never make a friend in my life… I plopped on my bed, got under my bed sheets, and I cried.
Gerard POV
I don’t know what gotten into me. I didn’t mean to hurt him like that. He was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Now I just had to be a fucktard and ruin the best chance I’ve ever had of making a friend. I shut the door making sure it was locked and I went up to my room. I lay there thinking about Frank. His beautiful eyes, the way his lips moved when he talked…Wait… I can’t be in love with him already! I couldn’t stop thinking about him until I felt myself doze off into a deep sleep.
Mikey’s POV
As I stared out of my window I heard the commotion downstairs. I saw the guy run away from our house. But that was possibly an hour ago and I decided to go check on Gerard. I walked down the stairs to where the basement door was. I stared at the sign on his door that says “Knock before you enter”. I knocked on the door before I slowly turned the knob. I walked into his room also known as the basement to find him passed out on his bed. He looked quite peaceful. He only looks that when he sleeping ever since he found out about what Tristan, his ex, done. I slowly walked over to bed and sat at the edge. When I found out he was going out with Tristan was also the first time I found out he was gay. It took me a while to get used to it but now I am. Something from the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked over at his dresser and saw a picture. I walked over and picked up the cold metal picture frame. It was the picture I took of him and Tristan. He looked so happy back then. Now he’s miserable. Although he tries to hide it I can see it in his eyes. I can see the pain, shame, and hurt he’s feeling. I sat the picture back down and walked back over to Gerard. As I sat down his eyes fluttered open. I looked at him and smiled a bit. His hair hung in his face. “Hey Mikes...” he said sitting up a bit. “Did he try to call again…?” I knew who he was referring to and I shook my head. “Nope he didn’t.” I watched him slowly stand up. He stretched and yawned. “You want Starbucks..?” he asked and I nodded.
Frank’s POV
After sulking around in my room I decided to unpack my boxes. I started off with the ones that were marked as “My Pictures/ Posters”. I unrolled the posters and put them on my wall. My favorite one was of Black Flag. As I hung the large poster on my wall I smiled. They really got me through stuff. After the posters I got started with my pictures. The first one I picked up was of me and my dad. I sighed at the picture and sat it on my dresser. I haven’t seen him since I was eleven. He left me and my mom here. He left a note but my mom wouldn’t ever let me read it. It was about 3 days after I came out of the closet about being gay. Guess he could stand having a gay son… my eyes started to tear up as I stared at the picture. I blinked the tears away and decided to go to Starbucks. Hey, I needed coffee. I grabbed my jacket and walked out of the front door making sure I grabbed my house keys. I walked down the street. It was about a 10 minute walk to Starbucks. I walked inside instantly smelling the coffee I wanted to order. About the same time as I was getting ready tell the cashier what I wanted I saw the guy I was trying to get to know. I looked away from him and back at the waitress. I told her what I wanted then she gave me my order number. I walked away from her and out of the line. Then I saw the guy walk over to me. Please don’t start with me now I said inside my head and I turned away from him. I heard his footsteps closer and I began to shake. “I’m so sorry about earlier…I was such a fucktard.” He said.
“No lie there.” I said with nothing but pure coldness in tmy voice.
“Listen I said I’m sorry. What else can I say?”
For no apparent reason I felt anger rise above my head. “What do you want from me??”
He stepped closer to me so I could feel his breathe against my face. “I want your forgiveness.” I immediately started to blush which is what I didn’t want to do. Then I pushed him at a distance. I saw his face twist with confusion and hurt. “I’m sorry…” I said looking at the ground. “It’s fine I deserved that. Well I guess I’ll see you at school.” He said and he grabbed his coffees and walked out.
“Number 126??” I heard the waitress call out holding my coffees.
Now you have my coffee?? I screamed in my head as I grabbed my coffee, paid her, and walked back home.

Notes

I'm sorry, it's my first Frerard one. I know it's sucky, just lemme know whatcha think.