Lonely Hearts Club (Sequel comming in June/July)

Frank couldn't believe it. Second day at this new school and he already had a regular place to eat lunch; Someone to sit beside in each class; A friend who stuck up for him when Bob stuffed him inside a locker and a crush. Everything seemed to be going surprisingly well considering. Now he just needs to stay cool and make sure he doesn't blow it.

Lunch came around the second day and Frank sat at the usual table. Gerard sat across from him, he wasn't eating anything. Just sketching and occasionally chipping in a sarcastic comment now and then. Ray was munching on his tuna salad and leading most of the conversation; which went from comic books to plans for later that evening to how Christa was definitely giving him the eye in chemistry. Mikey was leaning against Ray eating his own soup and then helping Ray along with his salad. This guy could eat for New Jersey. Yet he's the thinnest dude Franks ever come across. Patrick wasn't at lunch today, he went straight to music or something, Frank wasn't really paying attention. Frank just smiled along happily eating his sandwich and speaking in all the right places. It isn't until Frank realises Gerard hasn't spoken for a while that he turns his attention away from the main stream of conversation.

'Hey! Gerard?' Frank spoke across the table to the pale boy directly. Gerard looked up from his sketch book smiling.

'Yes Frankie?' Frank blushed again. He couldn't deal with the way Gerard said his name. It made him feel warm and fuzzy and smily and a bit like a twelve year old girl at a one direction concert; giddy.

'What you drawing?' Frank was always curious about what Gerard was scribbling down all the time. He was always so immersed in his work it fascinated Frank.

'That's for me to know and you to find out Frankie.' Gerard winked. Frank had to look away from the boy. He winked at him. Frank freaked out a little and then scolded himself. He was probably straight. Frank thought. He just likes you as a friend. He looked back up at Gerard to question him some more about his drawings, but it was too late. Gerard was already fully immersed back into his work. Back into his world of charcoal and watercolours. Frank huffed and turned back to Mikey and Rays conversation; he made it his mission from then on to find out what Gerard was drawing.

Whilst sitting at lunch surrounded by a bunch of people who have accepted him as their own he considers all the information he has found out over the last 24 hours. Ray is very happy, always smiling always laughing, he hugs you whenever he sees you. He plays guitar and has an obsession with Pokémon. His hair is bigger than his entire body and it bounces everywhere. He was thus crush on a girl he's lab partners with in chemistry and he thinks she likes him back and who wouldn't he is the nicest guy ever; he is the human embodiment of Winnie The Pooh. Patrick is quiet and keeps himself to himself. He is constantly humming show tunes or David Bowie. He is in love with his boss and doesn't want to ask him out because it's 'Unprofessional', but all the other guys seem like they want him to go for it. Mikey is the ring leader, though he doesn't seem like it, he controls everything. He is the most popular and seems to be one of the two people in this group who has had any experience with a girl. His brother Gerard is the quiet one who can be loud and talkative when he needs to be. He draws constantly and lives in a basement and has an exceptionally good taste in music and comics. He is really fucking attractive and Frank can't help to stare at him when he's nibbling on his lip when he's concentrating on drawing or algebra. Frank was so caught up in his thoughts of Gerard's lips that he didn't notice when those same lips where trying to make conversation with him.

'Frankie....Frank? IERO!' Gerard was leaning over the lunch table and was right in Franks personal space. Frank jumped out of his trance and looked around. They were alone. It was just him and Gerard and Gerard was very close to him. He could smell Gerard, he smelt of paint and teenage boy. Frank smiled at him and gave him is full attention.

'What were you thinking about?' Gerard smiled and turned his head slightly.

'Just stuff. Where are the others?' Frank asked, trying to change the subject. He didn't exactly wanna tell Gerard he was thinking about his lips.

'Band. What stuff?' Gerard had his elbows on Franks side of the table and was leaning his head in the palms of his hands. He was looking up at Frank in a way which had to be illegal, Frank thought.

'Band?' Franks eyes went wide, this was something he could get invested in. Gerard moved away from Franks personal space and stood up grabbing his rucksack. Frank mirrored Gerard's actions and followed him out of the lunch hall.

'I can show you if you want?' Frank nodded and followed Gerard around the unfamiliar halls. 'Ray plays Guitar and Mikey plays Bass and Patrick plays every instrument you can think of.' Frank nodded along following behind Gerard's quick strides. 'I don't play anything, don't have time. But I normally sit in and give them my advice.' Gerard stopped outside a music room, he could hear the music coming from the room, he turned to Frank smiled down at him. 'You play guitar' Gerard put his hand up to stop Frank from talking. 'Your hands.' He grabbed Franks hands. 'Calloused' Gerard said quietly Franks hands in his he was rubbing them and looking down at Frank. They sorta stayed life that for a while.

Suddenly the door opened and Patrick smiled at them. Frank pulled his hands away from Gerard's grip and turned to Patrick. 'I thought I heard Gerard's obnoxious voice.' Patrick turned back into the room gesturing them to follow him.

'Eh!' Gerard said smiling and bouncing into the room after Patrick, Frank followed. He was still dazed by what had happened.

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After school Mikey decided to invite Frank along to the arcade. This was supposedly the groups nightly hang out. Frank agreed and they decided to meet at 6.

When Gerard arrived home he was smiling. Which wasn't a usual state for him to be in. He did the usual showered, did some homework, played some video games and then got ready to go to the arcade. But he did it all in high spirits; with a spring in his step. He did it all without once thinking about how he was fed up with everything or thinking about death. He couldn't fathom why he was so happy, but Mikey knew it had something to do with the recent arrival to their group.

Gerard was perched at the end of Mikey's bed reading a book and listening to the Misfits when Mikey finally had the courage to question his brother.

'So' Mikey landed right beside Gerard bringing him out of his fictional haze, 'Frank.' Mikey said suggestively smiling down at his brother.

'What about him?' Gerard placed the book beside him and turned to face him baby brother.
'He's nice isn't he?' Mikey raised an eyebrow slightly.

'Yes?' Gerard looked confused. 'Is that what you want me to say?' Mikey laughed and put his arm around his brother. '

Yes. But that's the thing. I was just inquiring, you see I thought that maybe...' Mikey's trail of unfathomable gibberish was interrupted by Donna Way.

'Boys, do you want me to drive you to the arcade?' She shouted from down the stairs. Both boys shouted down in unison and the conversation was forgotten for now.

Notes

Gah, its 2AM and I'm house sitting and therefore home alone and I'm scared.

-C