Forget About The Dirty Looks.

"Frank, honey, you'll be fine. You'll like it here, I promise."
"Oh, and look there's a flying pig." I probably shouldn't snap at her, but it's our 3rd time moving this year, and it's only June.
We pull up in the driveway of our new house, the moving truck already being here.
"Frank, see, the house is lovely, wait till you see your bedroom!"
Oh, yes! I can see the homeliness just radiating off the house. the garden is just lovely; the grass a lovely saffron colour; the dead tree that has partially fallen down, the litter...

I just can't wait to see the inside.

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My bedroom is okay, I suppose, its not too small, the wall don't have too much damp on them.
The bedroom at the old house smelt like someone had in there, well, knowing the area somebody probably had...
"Frank, what do you want for dinner? There is nothing in, so i'm calling for takeout, is pizza okay?
"Yeah, mom, whatever, just as long as it's vegetarian."
I look out of the window, things around here seem boring, maybe the area is so shit nobody actually lives round here?


Later that evening, however, is when things in the neighborhood start to get interesting.
a boy, dressed in black, storms out of the house opposite us. he has really, really, pale skin;which is emphasized by the black hair that hangs around his head and the clothing he has on, which is also black. His shirt has a misfits logo on it, which implies he likes good music. He has eyeliner on, and he looks around my age, maybe older.
His face is flushed with anger, he looks tense, and there are two other people standing on the porch.
The boy is screaming at the two. There is another boy, he's wearing glasses, dressed in all black, and his hair is kinda combed back and is a dirty blonde colour, and he looks younger than the angry boy. The woman is standing in front of the younger boy protectively, and she has blonde hair, and like the two boys, she is also dressed in dark clours.
"I fucking hate you Mikey. Why the fuck would you do that! I genuienely liked this one, you little bastard!" The black haired boy screams at the younger one, Mikey.
"Oh, fuck off, Gerard! You've said that about every single one of your little 'boyfriends'. Your just after a good fuck, and then you toss them away like they're nothing, you.. you user!" Mikey, is now shouting at Gerard.
Wait, boyfriends? Gerard is gay? Oh, get in, Frank!

Anyway, Gerard and Mikey are still having a screaming match, but they've moved into the middle of the street, saying stuff like...
"Ha, Mikey, your just jealous that I can get some, and you can't, not even from little Pete!"
and...
"Fuck off, Gerard, at least I won't have an STD by the time I'm twenty! At least I have friends at school, and don't get called a freak everyday!"
At this, Gerard lunges at Mikey, screaming profanities at him, while Mikey looks terrified. Gerard is only just stopped by the woman who grabs him by the collar and gives him a shake saying,
"Gerard, Mikey! You two are brothers, for goodness sake! Just stop it, otherwise I'm locking you both in the airing cupboard until you sort it out! I'm not having this inside of my house, the two of you normally get on so well, what the hell happened?"
"Mom, get the fuck of me, I'm going out, right now." Gerard is speaking through gritted teeth to his mother, in a tone that should be illegal when spoke towards you mom.
"Like hell you are, Gerard. You, young man, are coming inside with us, apologizing and sorting this out." Their mom drags Gerard through the open door, while Mikey walks in with slumped shoulders.

I've been standing there with my mouth wide open in shock, gaping at the scene for maybe half an hour. My mom walks in and tells me to go to bed.
"Frank, you know late nights don't agree with you, especially since we have so much to do tomorrow, I don't want you being grumpy all day, mister."
"Ugh, mom, it's only midnight, that's not too late. I'll got to bed in an hour or something, okay?"
"Fine, whatever, but if your tired in the morning, do not ask me to make you coffee!"
and with that lovely sentence she waltz's out of the door.



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It's maybe two o'clock, and I need a cigarette. I make my way downstairs, quietly, lighter and cigarettes in hand. The front door opens really fucking loudly, and I'm out of the door just in time to see Gerard, the boy from the mega argument, sneak out of his window.
He must hear me shut the door because he looks over at me. I pretend not to notice and light my cigarette, but, he makes his way over here. Great.
"Hey, can I bum a smoke?" His voice is surprisingly soft, and he's smiling at me.
"Um, s-sure." Oh fuck, I thought my stupid stutter had gone...
i blush, and of course, Gerard notices. Smirking, he takes a cigarette.
"So, kid, what's your name, mine's Gerard"
"My name is Frank, and I'm seventeen, I'm not a fucking kid."
"Aww, sorry, little Frankie, it's just your height, no need to get defensive" He says the 'apology' in a way that you know from the first word is fake. Something about this boy makes me annoyed, and he's only uttered, like, three sentences to me. And despite the annoyance, the sentence makes me blush. Gerard, of course, notices this and give of an arrogant chuckle.
"Am I making you blush, Frankie?" I'd love to wipe the stupid smirk off his face, but instead i blush even more.
"What? No, of course you aren't, it's just the, um, the, um,cold. Ha, yeah, it's just the cold..."
As you can see I'm the most convincing liar there is...
He chuckles yet again, and puffs his cigarette. The thing is, he makes smoking look like fucking art, and it is very off putting.
"So, Frankie, why'd you move to this shithole, anyway? It's obviously not the.. nicest place around here." Great, personal questions.
"I would r-rather not, um, say, thank you." stupid stutter, piss off..
"oh, Frank, was that question too personal? How about, why do you have a stutter, are you stupid or something?" He is being a dick, and I am turning around right now and going to bed.
As I do, he asks one more stupid question, a question that somehow make me go pale and blush at the same time..
"Oh, and, why were you spying on us earlier?" You can hear his smirk in his voice, and I have no answer for him.
All can do is run right back into my house and into my bedroom, cursing myself

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