"Frank, the neighbors are coming for dinner tonight, so please look presentable." His father said, giving him a pointed look. Frank's eyes widened and his heart beat quickened.
"W-Which neighbors?" He asked, stuttering a bit. His dad rose his eyebrows at him, looking at him questioningly.

"The ones on the right, I believe. The Ways." He told Frank, getting up from the couch and heading to the kitchen, where his wife had called for him.

Frank bit his lip, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was kind of messy, his skin was pale, lips slightly chapped, and black eyeliner rimmed his eyes. He'd always liked how it looked, but the thought of Gerard seeing him with it on scared the crap out of him. What is he thought it was weird? What if he hated Frank because he was a guy and wore makeup? He sighed, running his hands through his hair before exiting the bathroom. A small gasp left his lips when he ran into someone, and his cheeks reddened when he felt their hands grab his hips so he didn't fall. He looked up with wide eyes, his cheeks reddening when he saw Gerard stood in front of him.

Gerard hesitantly let go of Franks hips, his fingers lightly ghosting over the shorter guys hipbones. He heard Frank suck in a deep breath and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

"U-Um.. H-Hey." Frank stuttered, looking anywhere but at Gerard. He smiled and pointed towards the kitchen.

"Your mom asked me to find you, said to come to the kitchen." Gerard told Frank, a small smile on his face. Frank's eyes rolled and he sighed, motioning for them to go to the kitchen. They walked in silence until they got to the door, and then Gerard wrapped his fingers around Franks wrist to stop him.

"Gerard?" Frank asked, confused. He ignored the churning feeling in his gut, the one that made him feel happy and sick at the same time. Gerard smirked down at Frank, leaning down to his ear and whispering,

"You look hot with eyeliner." and then he moved away, walking into the kitchen.

Frank had avoided Gerard the entire time they ate dinner, remaining quiet unless someone asked him something. He learned that Gerard had a brother named Mikey that was a year younger, the same age as Frank. He also found that their parents were very nice people, and his parents easily talked with them. Which he was glad for, they needed to make some friends here. He was mostly asked about school, how old he was, and about his guitar playing. He had got on well with Mikey, who played base, and they were going to play together sometime. Frank knew Gerard had been watching him the whole time, frowning, with a slightly confused look on his face. He did join in on conversations, but his gaze always fell back on Frank. This of course had Franks cheeks tinting pink, much to his dismay.

"Why don't you boys go hang out it Franks room while we talk up here? I think you'd have a better time." Franks mother offered, smiling at the three teenagers sitting at her dining room table.

"Actually, I've gotta run, work." Mikey said apologetically. She just gave him a small smile, waving her hand a bit.

"That's fine hunny, these to can keep each other company." She reassured, obviously not realizing the dread her son was feeling.

"Frank?" Gerard asked, sitting next to Frank on his bed. It was quiet, unsure, and that really bothered Frank. From what he'd gathered of Gerard he was rarely unsure about things, he wasn't a nervous wreck like Frank himself.

"Yeah?" Frank replied, raising an eyebrow at Gerard.

"Did I... Do you..fuck. I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to make things weird." He said, his cheeks almost turning the color of his hair. Almost. Frank sighed, running a hand through his hair. Gerard bit his lip, discreetly looking Frank up and down. He was wearing a dark blue baggy sweater, ripped up skinny jeans, and his converse. His hair was messy, face flushed except for his pink cheeks, eyes rimmed in eyeliner, and his lips were slightly parted. All in all he looked amazing, and in that moment all Gerard wanted to do was kiss him. Kiss him senseless. But he couldn't do that, this was only the second time meeting Frank, and he didn't know if he liked guys or not. The thought of Frank being straight sent a stabbing feeling into Gerards chest and he let out a soft sigh. He didn't know why he felt so strongly for his new neighbor, but he wasn't going to let those feelings mess up their potential friendship.

"It's... It's alright. I uh.. was shocked is all." Frank said, feeling guilty for making Gerard feel bad. He hadn't meant to. Gerard's eyebrows rose and he looked at Frank in a way that said to continue. Frank looked away from Gerard, fidgeting with his fingers, that were in his lap.

"I'm not used to... Compliments. Especially from people I find attracti-" Frank stopped, a mad blush attacking his cheeks. He was horrified, he just admitted he found Gerard attractive when all he wanted to do was ignore those feelings. A smirk rose on Gerard's thin lips and he took Franks chin, making him turn his head.

"You find me attractive, Frankie?" He said lowly, his other hand falling on Franks knee and squeezing lightly. Frank bit his lip, thinking of how he could play this off. Gerard's hand moved up Franks thigh slowly, and a small whine left Franks lips. He gently grabbed Gerard's hand, stopping him. "Y-Yeah, I do. B-But I don't like guys, I never have!" He said shakily, trying to make sense of how he was feeling. Gerard looked at Frank confused, and then he smirked, pulling Frank by his shirt collar and connecting their lips.

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