.Slime.Heads.

After the Iero's finished their desserts, we took our little party of four to the slightly clean living room I had working rapidly on before.

My mother and Linda washed and put away dishes as Frank and I cleaned the table. While both of our mothers talked away, Frank and I finished the table. We stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say after the horrible and very personal conversations our mothers brought up.

I had learned many personal things about Frank that I wished I found out in a different situation as he had learned about me. He was caught with his hand down his pants watching his old next door neighbor change. His mother had walked in, screaming when she saw what he was doing. Linda's yell frightened the lady next door, causing her to screech and well, you know how that talk went.

Frank learned about my bedwetting situations that lasted up until I was ten. And that wasn't something I wanted anyone to know. Not even the Way's knew.

Over all, Linda and Grace kinda ruined the atmosphere that Frank and I once shared a few hours ago.

"Wyatt, show Frank around the house, I'll give Linda a tour in a few."

I mentally screamed inside. I wanted to die. "Sure, uhh, follow me. I'll show you what technically looks like your house."

"Don't be smart." My mother said.

Linda laughed "Don't worry, Grace. I like witty."

I sent my mother a look and started to walk throughout the house with Frank behind me. "This is the bathroom that we leave open during parties. We lock our bathrooms because people tend to be very messy and disgusting."

Frank laughed looking inside the bathroom. "We never really have parties, so I haven't experienced that."

"You're lucky," I said moving on to the next room. I opened the door and led him inside the basement. He looked around and stopped when he noticed my piano. "Do you play?" He asked.
I gave him a small smile. "Occasionally."

He nodded and kept looking until he stopped once again. His eyes bulged when he saw the wall of comics. Frank hurried walked towards and scanned all of the titles. His fingers grazed each book spline, making a soft noise. "Are these yours?"

I shook my head and walked up to him. "No, I hardly read them. They belong to Gerard, he has more at his house but what he can fit stays here. These are the ones he reads the most when he stays the night." I said pointing the the section on the right. "And those, well he hasn't gotten to them." I said motioning towards the left.

Frank nodded and he whistled. "Your boyfriend has an impressive collection."

I stared at Frank speechless. Noticing that I was staring, he turns towards me, waiting for me to say something. As he's about to ask a question, I start hysterically laughing.

"Did I... Do something?"

I keep laughing, until I notice that he was genuinely confused considering I never told him about who Gerard was. "No, I just... We're not... I-"

"Sorry, I just assumed." He said apologetically.

"Don't sweat it." I said. I looked at the watch around my wrist and clap my hands. "Right, so let's keep this train going."

We walked up to the first level and then to the back of the house. I reached the door to my room and put my hand on the door nob. "Since you're my neighbor," I started. I turned to look at him as he lazily leaned on the wall. "You may spend some time in my room."

He turned red, trying to cough away his blush. Realizing what I said, I quickly added to what I said. "To hang out, umm... Just... You'll understand with time. But come on in, it's messy, but nevertheless, it's my home from home."

I opened the door to reveal my red room. He let him go in and look around. "Nice room." He commented, "it's has a... Unique touch." Frank laughed at his comment when he say me roll my eyes.

"It's messy, I know. Sugar coating it hurts my feelings." I said sitting on my bed. Frank plopped down on my bean bag chair that sat on the corner next to my window.

The was a sudden tap coming from my window. Frank looked over at it and then at me with a raised brow. "Expecting company?"

I sighed and smiled. "That's the drama queen." I said opening the window.

"I'm not a drama queen. I just express myself colorful." Gerard said climbing in.

He wiped his forehead, flicking the nonexistent sweat off. "It like climbing a mountain."

"See what I mean." I said to Frank.

Gerard looked at him with an unreadable expression. Frank fidgeted underneath Gerard's gaze for awhile until Frank broke the tension. "Nice comic book collection."

Gerard grinned at me and then at Frank. "Thanks, love the dreads. You can pull it off."

Frank laughed at the compliment. "Thanks, I-"

"Wyatt, Linda and Frank have to go. They have more unpacking to do tomorrow." My mother said walking into my room.

She didn't even seem fazed that Gerard was here. She rolled her eyes at him and walked to hug him. "You should move in already for Christ's sake."

Gerard laughed and hugged her back. "I just came to see who Wyatt had stayed to meet. But I'm really considering your offer. Ma is going crazy again."

My mother laughed letting go of him. "Tell her to come over tomorrow. I miss her. Oh! Which reminds me! I'd like for her to meet Linda, they'll get along so well!" With that she walked away, closing the door behind her.

"Your mother loves me more than you, Wyatt." Gerard commented.

"I wonder why." I sarcastically said. "Oh, that's Frank, and Frank this lovely place boy is Gerard. He's not special so don't waste your tim-"

"Let me in!"

Gerard groaned and let Mikey in through my window. Mikey climbed through, almost falling to the floor and landing next to Frank. He got up and looked behind him, quickly shutting the window.

"You left me out there with Godzilla! How could you!" He told Gerard.

"I told you to go on your date!"

"She had an emergency!"

Gerard sighed. "Like what?"

Mikey got red, embarrassed to say anything else. "It's private."

Frank watched their exchange. When he looked at me, I shrugged. "What did you do?" I suspiciously asked.

"Nothing!" Mikey screeched. "It's a very private matter!"

"Her private matter or did you fuck up something?" Gerard asked. I moved from my sitting position on my bed to one where I laid on my stomach. Gerard sat next to me, leaning onto my back.

"Her private matter. We rescheduled to try again next week." His brother said.

I snapped my finger and gasped. "Oh my god, I get it. Is she okay?"

Mikey nodded, not wanting to continue the conversation. "See I'm not the drama queen, you got it all mixed up, Magic Fingers." Gerard said.

To my nickname, Frank started to loudly laugh. "Magic fingers? Is that an innuendo?"

I blushed and hid my face onto my bed. "GERARD SHUT UP!"

Receiving only laughs, I groaned. "Frank, we have to go now."

The door opened to reveal Linda. She saw two other boys and smiled at them she shook their hands and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Frank's mother, Linda."

"Hello, I'm Mikey."

Gerard rubbed the back of his neck. "Nice to meet you, I'm Gerard."

"I hate to interrupt, but Frank, we have to go."

"Sure, Mom." Frank said getting up. "It was nice to meet you guys." He said bumping our fists.

"Would you guys like some help? We usually don't do anything." I offered.

Linda beamed and nodded. "All the help works!"

"Great! Around what time would you like us to come over?"

"Let's do... Three." She said.

"Frank, I like your mom. She doesn't have to wake me up at four in the morning to clean." Mikey said.

Linda laughed. "So three p.m?" Gerard asked once again to confirm.

"Yes, thanks you guys. It was nice meeting you all." She walked out with Frank behind. He waved at us and closes the door.

"Nice kid." Gerard said.

"He may be older than you." I said.

"Nah, doubt it." He said rolling onto me.

"Hey! Get off me! Your feet stink!"

"Respect your elders!"

Notes