"Frank, come downstairs please." A serious voice called up the stairs. He groaned, putting his guitar away and bounding down the stairs.
"What's going on, Ma?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at his parents. They were sat on the couch, a serious expression on his fathers face and a nervous one on his mothers.
"Frank.. we're moving." His mother said softly, scared of her sons reaction. His face fell and he stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"Where?" He asked quietly. Thoughts of a new state, new house, new school, and new people filled his mind. He'd just started getting along where they were now, and he'd lived there for 17 years. Almost 18, just a few more months.
"Belleville, New Jersey. We leave in two days." She answered, wincing at the end. Frank didn't know it, but they'd been having some financial issues lately. So when his father was offered a new, well paying job in Bellville they couldn't pass it up.
"I'd better start packing then." Frank said, turning and going back to his room. His relationship with his parents wasn't the best but it wasn't terrible. They let him do what he wanted, for the most part anyways. He didn't get into trouble so they had no reason not to trust him. Frank sighed, gathering everything he needed for the next couple days and packing up everything else. Not that there was much. Just his clothes, posters, music, and his guitar. Once he had everything packed Frank fell back onto his bed, sighing. He hoped this move went well.

"Frank, Frank wake up!" A feminine voice said, the owner shaking Frank slightly. He groaned, sitting up in his seat. His eyes opened and he saw his mother standing in front of him with a tired smile on her face.
"We're here, c'mon." She said, motioning for Frank to follow her. He did, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. Once they got their luggage they called a cab to take them to their new home. Frank could tell his parents were exited about this move and he didn't want to be a downer, so he went along without a word.

"So.. Where's my room?" Frank asked, looking around the two story house he now lived in. Frankly he was exhausted, all he wanted to do was sleep. His father chuckled, setting his suitcases down on the ground.
"You have two choices, a room upstairs next to ours, or the basement. Now, before you choose you should know the basement is soundproofe-" he started, getting cut off by Frank.
"The basement, definitely the basement." He said, smiling down at his guitar case. A soundproof room meant he could play his guitar whenever he wanted, and that was a lot.
"We figured. G'night sweetie." His mom said, laughing a bit. He hugged her, kissed her cheek, and then went to check out his new room, calling out
"Night guys!" as he went. As soon as he got to his room his eyes widened, a gasp leaving his parted lips. It was huge, with black walls, a queen sized bed in the middle, and there were two windows above the bed. He dropped his one suitcase on the floor and lent his guitar case against the wall, flopping onto his bed and instantly falling asleep.

Gerard slowly blew out the cigarette smoke that had been filling his lungs, loving the calming effect it had on him. His mother hated that he smoked and didn't allow it in the house, so he was sitting on the front porch. He had seen his new neighbors arrive, and he couldn't get one of them out of his mind. When the cab pulled up Gerard had been confused, but then he saw the family get out with suitcases and it clicked for him. The adults seemed pretty normal, but the guy that got out after them, he didn't. Not that, that was a bad thing. The guy had been short, 5'4 maybe, with a baggy sweatshirt, tight skinny jeans, and black converse on. His hood was up so Gerard hadn't seen his face, his style and the guitar case is what had him interested. Maybe someone actually decent had moved in next door. He wasn't normally a very social person, but Gerard had a feeling that he should get to know his new neighbor. Who knows, maybe this was a good thing. For once.

A/N: Hey guys! So, this is my first attempt at a Frerard story and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I have ideas for this story and I'll do my best to actually keep it going. I hope you guys like it :)

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