Gerard's P.O.V
I helped Frank unpack his bag. He just had the normal stuff like clothes, a phone, and something to read. His bed was brought into my room, or our room now, and placed a little bit across from mine. He sat at the end of his bed looking at me.
"So what do you like to do?" Frank broke the silence.
"What?"
"You know, like what's something you really enjoy, Do you have a hobby. Those kinda things." I thought about it for a second.
"Well, i love music and i like to draw and stuff."
He looked interested.
"What kinda music do you like."
"Well i like the misfits, iron maiden, black flag, Morrissey and, the Smiths." He gave me a huge smile.
"Gerard, i think were gonna get along just fine."
Mikey's P.O.V
I walked I home. My dad was waiting for me in the dining room.
"The hospital called.
"Mikey, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry i wasn't there when this happened." I took a seat across from him.
"It's been really hard sense your mom left. I wish i had been there." I glared at him. He wished he'd been there? No.
"No you don't."
He clenched his jaw.
"Mikey, I'm trying. I really em. It's difficult to be a single parent of two kids."
He's trying? By losing your temper and beating the fuck out of your own child. Right, he's really 'trying'.
"Ok well i think maybe i should go somewhere else for awhile." He lit a cigarette.
"Where are you gonna go?"
"I've been invited to stay at the Bryar's for a week."
He took a long drag off his cigarette.
"Ok, as long as this is what you want."
"Yes, this is what i want."
I got up and went to my room to pack my things. I grabbed a bunch of random clothes and threw them in my duffel bag. I started to walk out.
"Bye Michael."
I didn't want to talk to him. So i just left.
Frank's P.O.V
"So Frank, do you have a hobby?"
He cocked his eye brow.
"I play guitar, listen to music, and read comics. That's about it "
We heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
It was Feyth.
"Hey. I brought your guy's dinner."
I thought i would be sick.
"Frank you better have half of this gone when i get back."
Shit, i forgot about our agreement.
"Um ok."
She left and we were alone again. Today's dinner was spaghetti, garlic toast, and peas. Gerard dug right into his. He looked like a starving dog that was finally getting to eat something. I just looked at my food. "You not hungry Frank?" Gerard asked.
"Yeah, i guess you could say that." I hadn't really eaten at all sense Sunday night. It was Tuesday now. I was actually pretty hungry. But i just couldn't bring myself to eat.
"Frank what's wrong?" Gerard asked through a mouth full of food. "I'm just not hungry. I'm okay, i promise."

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