Frank P.O.V

My mother would've been quite angry when she found out that Gerard had managed to sneak into my room, without her consent- not that she would've given consent for him to stay in my room anyway. I held onto his wrist, dragging him along the corridor with me. He didn't object, he loved the feel of my skin against his.
As we walked into the kitchen, my stepdad was sat at the table. He had a newspaper open in front of his face, he tapped the ash from his cigarette into the fake crystal ashtray.

"Morning Frank." He said from behind the newspaper, failing to notice the giant 'emo' towering over everyone in the room.
I ignored him, sitting down at the table. I expected at least some sort of breakfast, just before my mother had one of her overdramatic, fake panic attacks over another decision of mine.
She hummed a song from a while ago as she flipped pancakes over the stove. I hated how she tried to be that mother-figure that everyone near and far admired. I certainly didn't admire her, she was an adult brat. She turned around, a smile turning into a cave-mouth.

"Frankie, what have I told you?" She asked, her arms shaking with anger. Inside I smiled, contented with her anger, but on the outside I kept a straight face.

"May I have some?" I asked cooly, holding out my hand to show that for once, I was hungry. I intended to eat her mediocre food, before Gerard and I headed back to hell. She opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish, instead of talking she placed the cracked plate down in front of me.
Gerard's eyes wandered around the room. He was looking at my mother's terrible attempt at making this shabby place a home. It was cluttered with old pictures of me, there even were drawings that I had done at least a decade ago, they were stuck to the fridge with 'England' magnets. Thanks for rubbing it in.

"Would your friend- do you want some?" She asked Gerard, he shook his head.

"That's okay Miss Iero, I don't eat breakfast." He said with an attractive smile, politely declining any interest in her food. I didn't blame him.
She nodded, my stepdad finally looked up from his newspaper. He frowned at Gerard, I had no idea what he was trying to achieve, but Gerard's smile didn't budge.

"And who are you?" My stepdad asked with an attitude.

"I'm Gerard Way, your next-door neighbour. Nice to meet you Daniel." Gerard raised an eyebrow, I kept a straight face- however hard I wanted to laugh. Gerard's sass was a beautiful thing.

"How do you know my name?" He asked, frowning.

"Frank speaks highly of you. He says that you're a very hard worker." He said with perfect sarcasm, he sounded sincere.

"Thanks Frank." He said, before lifting the newspaper back in front of his face. He had been embarrassed by a seventeen-year-old boy, who looked very smug.
I nudged him with my elbow, finding it extremely hard to conceal a smile.

"Unfortunately, Gerard and I are going to be late for school." I stood up, pulling Gerard with me. He didn't object, he led me out of the room himself.

I adjusted the sleeves of my coat on my skinny  arms, as Gerard walked along the wall. Considering that it wasn't actually winter yet, it was incredibly cold. Gerard didn't seem to be affected by it, and was rocking his leather jacket.

"How did you know his name?" I asked curiously, I didn't remember mentioning it to him at all. He's not worth being mentioned to anybody in any context- in all honesty.
He tapped his nose, as if his information source was top secret. Then he laughed, looking down at his shoes as he walked along the wall.

"I'm joking, he was wearing a name tag, I saw it over his newspaper. I'm guessing that it's the first time in a while that he's worn that?" He chuckled, pulling a branch from an old tree. He picked off the twigs one by one, crunching them under his feet. There was something childish about his actions, but that made it ten times cuter.

"Yeah, it is. He's a drunk. Much like me, to be honest." I admitted, crossing my arms to try and keep my body heat inside my coat.

"You're not a drunk, you just appreciate alcoholic beverages, more often than most."
He had the best way of making people seem better than they were. I was an alcoholic, but his way made me seem something like a wine taster.

"Thank you Gee." I smiled, dreading the fact that we were getting nearer and nearer towards hell, or school as most people refer to it. I shuddered, thinking of all of the of the people that would be surrounding me.

"No worries, Frankie." He said in a sing-song voice, jumping down from the wall, landing right next to me. He linked my arm, his cold skin brushing against mine. It was unnatural, but I guessed that there was a lot about me that was unnatural- so I couldn't judge.
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Song Of The Chapter- Out Of The Black by Royal Blood

A.N
I love Royal Blood, they're fabulously British, and they give me hope that there is at least a small portion of musical talent left in Britain XD