James' POV

When I got home, the house was empty. I though it to be unusual at first, but remembered my brothers' school ended an hour after mine. I rushed to my room to put my bag down and changed out of my school uniform when I heard the phone go off down stairs.

I raced down the stairs and to the phone and answered with a simple, "Hey."

"Hi," the voice on the other end replied. Mikey. "This is James, right?"

"Sure is." I smiled, though Mikey couldn't see it through the phone.

"My mom says it's cool for you to come over, but she wants to meet you when she gets here."

Oh no. Mikey probably told her my name and now she knows who my family is. I don't want Mikey and Frank knowing.

"Um... okay" I agreed. "What's your address?"

He told me his address and said Frank was over. I told him I'd be there in ten minutes and wrote a note for my brothers to tell my father I've gone to a friend's house and won't be home for dinner.

~~~At The Way's~~~

As I knocked on Mikey's door a women about my height answered. She had blonde hair and resembled Mikey a bit.

"Hello, dear. You must be James. I'm Mikey's mom, Donna. Come on in, the boys are in the basement." she stepped aside and I followed her down to the basement. Maybe she doesn't know who I am?

We reached the bottom of the stairs and I saw Frank and Mikey playing video games with their backs to us.

"Boys," Donna said to get their attention away from the war that was happening on the screen, "James is here."

They turned around with smiles on their faces. Not just normal, friendly smiles, but the kind someone does when they know something. Donna went back up stairs and I just stood there with the two smirking at me.

"What?" I finally said and came to join them on the small purple couch they were sitting on. I sat beside Frank, Mikey on the other side of him.

"Nous savons. (We know)" Frank said very poorly. Shit.

"How?" Was all I replied with, looking down at my lap.

"My mom told us. We would have put it together anyway, the way the teacher's recognize you. We don't think any different of you by the way. We don't really know you anyway, we only just met today and know you're in my basement." Mikey said.

I knew it would happen sometime so I just laughed at Frank's terrible french. They asked what I was laughing about and I told them, "Frank learned how to use google translate but can't say anything in french clearly."

Frank's cheeks turned pink and he stuck his tounge out at me.

The time was flying by, and the three of us were just asking questions for them to get to know me, and I them. Here's what I found out:

Franks an only child, and his parents are divorced. The rumor about banging Rachel in his dad's pick up truck was totally not true, and he even stated that his father didn't even own a pick up.

Mikey has an older brother who just finished University and lives at home with them still.

"What's your brother's name?" I asked Mikey and took a sip of the soda Donna brought us.

"Gerard. He's out right now, visiting his old high school. Him and his friend, Ray go to pick Ray's younger brother up. He's our age and they usually all come back here on the first day. So don't be alarmed if three more boys come to hangout with us." Mikey told me and I raised my eyebrows.

"Have you forgotten who I am? Six brothers you know." I said and Mikey smiled as I laughed.

"Let's play a game." Frank said after a few minutes of peaceful silence. "Truth or dare, but with a twist."

"And what would the twist be?" I asked, interested.

"If you don't want to do the dare or answer the question, you have to strip an article of clothing." he said and winked at me. As if.

"Fine." I agreed and smirked. "Mikey goes first." Frank and I turned or heads towards Mikey.

He looked like he was thinking....

Notes

~xosyd