The big move (frerard)

Frank sat up, pushing his hair out of his face, and looked towards his windows. It was hardly light out, so he guessed it was around four or five am. He sighed, swinging his legs off the side of his bed, resting his elbows on his thighs and placing his head on his hands. He'd always had trouble sleeping, waking up in the middle of the night and early morning. It was summer, so he really had no reason to be awake so early. He let out a puff of breath and stood, stretching and heading up the stairs. He made sure to be quiet, opening and closing his bedroom door as softly as he could. Frank walked through the living room and into the kitchen, slipping out the back door quietly. Their new backyard was big, filled with nothing but the growing grass. He knew his mother would change that quickly, and he'd probably get dragged into helping.
"Hey." A voice suddenly said, making Frank yelp and his eyes to widen. He span around, his breath catching in his throat when he saw the guy standing in front of him. He was tall, with pale skin, hazel eyes, thin pink lips, and bright red hair. He was definitely the most attractive guy Frank had ever seen and he frowned a little. He didn't find guys attractive, he couldn't. He wasn't gay, he had dated Jamia. He had been in love with her, so he couldn't like guys. Could he?
"U-Um.. H-Hey." Frank stuttered, cursing himself in his head. He was terrible at talking to people, especially people he found attractive. It was like all common knowledge on how to interact with people left his brain and he turned into an awkward stuttering mess. The guy chuckled, giving Frank a small smile.
"I'm Gerard, your new neighbor." He said, holding out a hand for Frank to shake. It took him a few seconds to react, shaking Gerards hand softly. His hands had been warm and soft, and Frank was suddenly thinking about what they'd feel like touching him all over. His cheeks reddened and he looked down, skuffing his converse on the ground.
"I'm F-Frank." He said quietly, looking up again once his cheeks cooled down. He didn't know why he was having thoughts like that but they needed to stop. Gerard nodded, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. He flicked it open, tilting it towards Frank, silently asking if he wanted one. Frank bit his lip, reaching out and pulling one from the pack.
"Thanks." He mumbled, and Gerard smiled a little.
"No problem." He said, putting a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He passed the lighter to Frank, who lit his and handed it back to Gerard.
"So, Frankie," Gerard started, the nickname easily leaving his lips with a gust of smoke.
"What are you doing out here at, what, five in the morning?" He asked, a curious yet teasing tone in his voice. He had been sitting on his back porch when he heard Frank come outside, and he couldn't help but go and talk to him. He had been even more shocked when he saw Frank this time. He was pale, with brown/hazel eyes, shoulder length brown hair, and full pink lips with a lip ring through the bottom one. He had tattoos on his hands, arms, and neck. Gerard couldn't help but wonder if he had more in places that were out of sight. He was actually quite beautiful, Gerard decided. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Frank answered him.
"I.. Um.. Have issues with sleeping." He said, slightly embarrassed. He didn't know why though, a lot of people had problems with sleep. It wasn't a big deal. Gerard frowned, knowing all too well what that was like. He would be up all night, sleep for a of couple hours, and then be incredibly tired the next day.
"That's shitty." He replied, taking another drag off his cigarette. He had been watching Frank inhale and exhale the smoke, fascinated by how he would slowly blow it out, letting it swirl in his face. Frank sighed, giving Gerard a small smile.
"It's not all bad, gives me more time to practice." He said, taking a hit of his cigarette, filling his lungs with smoke. Gerard's eyebrows rose and he looked at Frank curiously. But then he remembered seeing Frank walk into the house with a guitar case.
"Guitar or Bass?" He asked, putting his cigarette out. Frank wondered how he knew it was one of the two, but didn't question it.
"Guitar." He answered, smiling a bit. Gerard found himself smiling aswell, he was right about Frank. Someone decent had definitely moved in next door.
"You'll have to play for me sometime." Gerard told Frank. He had always wanted to play but never got around to learning.
"Yeah, I guess I will." Frank said, giving Gerard a full blown smile.

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