The Kids From Yesterday

GERARD'S POV

When we got home me and Mikey sat at the kitchen table of our small house discussing our day, and our two new friends.
"Man, I'm so glad I came with you today," Mikey sighed in a sort of satisfied way, sipping his coffee.
"Me too." I smiled. "We've made actual friends, Mikes," I laughed, and he chuckled along with me. Then he smirked at me, and I knew that smirk all too well. That was the "I know what you're thinking" smirk, the "I know your secret" smirk. I rolled my eyes.
"What is it, Mikey, spit it out."
"Oh, nothing," He was still grinning down at his coffee as he stared at it. "I just noticed that you seemed very ... Taken", - he made speech marks with his fingers - "with Frank." His mocking smile grew wider, amd he looked up over his glasses to see my reaction. I felt myself blushing slightly, and hoped my long black hair hid it.
"Oh shut up Mikey. He's a friend, that's all." I couldn't help but smile at his expression, that gloating, knowing expression. I just kept noticing how cute Frank was every now and then ... It's not like I'm gay or anything ...
I pushed the thought out of my mind. I wasn't gay, he was just really small and adorable. Like Mikey. I call Mikey cute. It's the same kind of meaning. Like a sibling kind of cute. He was, after all, only a few months older than Mikey. If he was born in the same month as Mikey, he'd still be in high school. Smiling now, I said goodnight to Mikey and went up to my room.

Soon, I was going to be moving into the attic, because it had just been made safe to walk in and was being made into a bedroom, and so far there was a bed in there. Mikey was going to keep my old bed in our room for sleepovers. Not that he'd had any friends up until now. It was Mom's idea. So, I decided that I would continue moving stuff up there for a few minutes, then go to bed. Which I did, all the while thinking about how good today was. About Frank. About Ray. About Frank's tattoos. Frank's cool hair. Frank's cool piercings. Mikey. Frank's Misfits t-shirt. Frank's laugh. Frank's cute half smile. Frank's muddy green-brown eyes. Oh, God his eyes ...
Stop it, Gerard. You're not gay. Think about something else. By he time I thought this, i was already dressed and clambering into bed. Mikey still wasn't up here yet. I could hear screams on the TV downstairs. Watching a horror movie. Again. Typical Saturday night for Mikey. No wonder he'd always had nightmares.
I lay in bed for a while, trying and failing to think of anything but Frank. His soft eyes, his perfect nose, his feminine yet still boyish lips...
i jumoed at the sound of my phone buzzing on my bedside table. I reached over for it to see who it was, and was naturally blinded in the pitch dark room. I ignored it until I could turn the brightness down.

Unknown:
hey, Gerard. It's me, Frank. :)

~ The Next Morning ~

i woke up before my alarm even had a chance to ring, and woke Mikey up too. He was coming work today as well - we all were.
Frank and I stayed up all night talking. That explained why I was in such a good mood. I couldn't wait to see the others. Well, mainly Frank ... I smiled to myslef as I got dressed. I was really looking forward to today, despite that I was working. As much as I wanted to dress smart, I knew Mikey would be suspicious, so I just dressed in the usual manner. Band t-shirt, skinny jeans, sneakers, etcetera. Man, I needed a haircut. I decided to book myself an appointment to have it cut and re-dyed black again, which was the next thing I did. I came downstairs to see that Mikey had already made the coffee, as mine and Mikey's morning routines are total opposites. Mikey's is coffee, breakfast, shower, change, brush teeth, hair, go. Mine, however was shower, dress, coffee breakfast, teeth hair, go. I was usually ready first and waiting on Mikey, even in high school.

Today was was going to be a good day.

Notes

Heeyyyy :3 I know I don't have many readers but enjoy :D sorry it's short :/