It was late in the day now, the sun slowly dissolving into the city's horizon. Gerard had thought he would be making coffee, but what has ever actually went as planned for him?

Nothing.

So, while he had wasted over twenty minutes smacking the old coffee maker, his new neighbor was settling in.

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When Frank had got inside the apartment, he was very dissapointed. The floors where indeed not hardwood like he would have preffered, but instead a dark chocolate shag carpet. Too feminine for his liking. And come on! The walls were peeling, embedding the paint into the crevices between the wall and the floor, implying that instead of escaping childhood- Frank had just taken a step into the world of Ramen noodle dinners, and 25 cent laundry mat visits at 3am.

Sigh.

Frank slumped himself down on the old plush couch, an actual treasure amongst the trash, and rubbed his forehead.

"Shit." he said aloud to no one in particular, but expressing his mild anguish towards the man across the street. He could already tell this guy was gonna be a snoop. The way he had sarcasm dripping like honey from his jersey etched accent, eyes raking down every box he had brought, and every fiber of clothing Frank had been adorned with. "Shit!" he cried, and slammed his hands down on the wooden magazine table, dust flying around him.

Kicking the tables foot, he marched over to the small bathroom next to his so called 'bedroom'. The linoleum felt nice on his shoeless feet, sticking slightly but having a calming effect. He looked into the mirror, unpleased with what he saw.

Dark mud colored hair.
Honey Hazel eyes.
Small bowtie lips.

Frank tugged at his dry hair, curling it around his finger then sighing. He was tired of looking like a child. He was done with all the crap his father had thrown at him at home. He wanted to look like an adult. Being 5'3 didn't really help, but he could still improve his imperfections.

Quickly, dashing out of the bathroom, and returning quicker than he had left, Frank's stubby fingers were curled around a pair of silver scissors. Taking a peice of his long hair, he smirked.

And chopped off the lock.

And another.

And another.

And before long, Frank had a nice adult haircut. Short on the sides, closed to his head ( Okay, he'll admit he used a razor for that), and long down the middle, dark fringe hanging over his eyes. He made a satifactory noise in the back of his throat, and dusted off his shoulders. Not knowing what to do now, he pulled on his silver lip ring, chewing slightly on it's metallic surface, before deciding he would make some coffee.

Coffee! His stomach just did a jump thinking about the ebony liquid, just coaxing him into the rather once again, small, no petite kitchen. He had already unpacked his belongings, so the shiny thing was perched against the peeling wall, calling his name. He put a new filter in, and added about 2 cups of the grainy gold, flaking slightly over it's paper brim. he just licked his lips in anticipation.

Coffee!

When he heard the last drop of his precious drink go into the pitcher, he slammed a glass tea cup on the counter, and filling it to the top, cascading over ths glass edge, but Frank didn't care. And he had just layed it against his pink lips when-

Knock Knock.

Frank moaned in protest, and carefully set the cup on the counter before dashing to the door.

"What?!" He yelled, as he flung it open, creaking on it's hinges.

His eyes met with the stunned Black Haired man's ones, wide with suprise.

"I smelled coffee!" He cried, pushing his way inside, going straight to the machine.

Frank just ran, placing a hand over the top of his own cup. "I don't think I have anymore coffee cups, sorry." He gushed with fake empathy, but black hair only smiled.

"Names Gerard and-" He pulled a red mug from his coat pocket, " I came prepared." he smiled down at the short teen, took the pitcher and filled his glass.

Frank couldn't even stutter out words, over how horribly rude this guy had been. I mean, he had helped me get my door unlocked, and my shit inside, but that's not an open invitation! Frank thought to himself.

"Got any coffee creamer?"

Frank narrowed his eyes, but pulled the fridge door open, revealing a sparce amount of food. "Vanilla or Hazlenut?" He hissed.

" Hazlenut, of course." Gerard smirked, grabbing the container, emptying almost half it's contents into hiss own cup.

Maybe i'm not the weird one, Frank thought.

"Hey dude, what's with the red scars on your wrist man?" Gerard asked suddenly. Frank just reached down, grasping onto his sleeve to pull it farther past his fingertips than it already was.

"That's none of your bussiness!" He cried, pushing at the older man's chest, but Gerard remained unfased.

"Wanna bet?" he uttered out before yanking Frank's arm towards himself, pushing the sleeve to Frank's elbow, ignoring his cries in protest. Running his long fingers over the dark red embelishments, Gerard's eyes lost it's shine, and he sadly smiled. "Your a character, you know that?"

Frank jerkily pulled his arm from Gerard's hold, and huffed.

Oh it was so on.

Notes

WOOOO! Yeah for some coffee! I promise some total frerardness in this next chap, but this was kind of a filler, and I PROMISE some mysterious Frankie-ness. He seems normal now...but just wait and see *Winks*.

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