Florida Plates, Please Don't Write[Frerard]

"Mom, I don't see why we're moving out of town now. It's the last week of school in Belleville," I complained from the back seat of my mothers old mustang.
"I told you about a thousand times before we left that my new boss wants me to be at work early a week from Monday. I figured if you got settled in over the weekend and went to school for a bit, you might pick up some friends that can keep you company while I'm out at work."
"Yeah, yeah," I waved her off.
"Frank, honey, I know you're going to miss Newark and all of your friends... but think of it this way," My mother smiled at me briefly before she turned her attention back to the road. We were almost to our new home. "It's like a new expirience. You get to meet new people... maybe find yourself another girlfriend, you never know what a new town will do to you."
"I'm not going to get another girlfriend here, mother, you know how much I miss Cassidy, right?"
"Of course I do, and maybe, if you haven't found someone new, she can come visit for Christmas or something," She offered.
"I wont find someone new, so make room for her at Christmas," I snapped before whipping out my headphones and playing some Black Flag, loud enough to drown out anything else my mother might have said.
We arrived at the new house about a half hour later, I was taken a little bit by surprise. It was a cozy two story house, painted blue on the outside and it had nice windows, they looked new, and the wooden porch was slightly worn. I was suddenly curious as to what the inside of the house looked like.
"Oh, Frank, it's better than the add! Don't you think? Oh, and look, the movers got here before us!" My mother exclaimed.
"Yeah, mom, it's a nice house. Can I go in and check it out?"
"I'll tell you what, pick out what's to be your room real quick then come outside and start moving your things in?"
"Sounds good to me," I agreed.
My mom handed me the spare key to the house and I went in to explore. I headed up the small flight of stairs to the right of the front door and began searching for what I would call my room. There was a bathroom the the right of the stairs, a master bedroom across from it, then there was a room at the end of what I guess you would call a hallway. When I opened the door, I saw it was a smaller room with dark blue walls and carpet to match, I decided it would be my room.
"Frank!" My mom called from outside, "Come outside and start getting your things!"
I sighed and trugged down the stairs and stopped at the front door. What was I doing? I couldn't let my mom see how unhappy I was here, I could at least try to like it here. I took in a deep breath and opened the door then made my way to the large moving van.
There was a tall guy standing next to my mom by our car. He had dirty blonde hair, thick rimmed glasses, and was skinny. I'll bet he was a walking toothpick in disguise.
After I pulled a box of mine from the van, my mother waved me over to introduce me to the boy.
"Frank, honey, come here, I have someone who wants to meet you!" She called.
"Hey, dude, I'm Mikey, I live across the street," Greeted the tall boy as I made my way to them.
"Sup, I'm Frank," I greeted.
"Frank, dear, Mikey wants to help us unpack, do you want to show him up to your room so he can help you put your things away? The movers and I will set up some of the furniture in the living room, and I'm thinking we'll get take out for dinner, yeah?"
"Yeah, sure, mom," I said before turning to the house. "Mikey?" I paused and tilted my head back to him.
"Yeah?"
"Wanna grab a couple of boxes from the van and take them in house for me? They all have my name on them, so."
"Sure!" Mikey said before running, or well, stumbling to the van and sifting through boxes.
I laughed and went inside and upstairs to my new room, before I had a chance to set the box I was carrying down, there was a loud crash and a high pitched squeal from outside. I ran to the window to find Mikey on the ground with about five boxes sprawled around his body.
Something tells me he was the clumsy type.
"I'm okay!" I heard him squeal.
Then Mikey pushed himself off of the ground and dusted off his clothes. I decided to help him get some of the boxes, what was he thinking, taking all of those boxes. I didn't ask him to take them all up.
"Dude, you okay?" I asked when I got back outside. He nodded and started picking the boxes back up. "Hey, Mikes, let me help you."
The rest of the morning and part of the afternoon was spent moving things inside of the house and trying to sort through the boxes I had. The movers brought up my furniture last and left soon after. Mikey and I decided to take a break and get to know eachother better.
"So, you're in a band?" I questioned him.
"Yeah, with my older brother and a few other guys from around here. They're really cool, I can't wait for you to meet them," Mikey stated eagerly.
"You want me to meet your band?"
"Well, yeah, you seem pretty cool and I think the other guys will like you. A few new friends never hurt anyone," Mikey smiled innocently.
Okay, so, maybe I could get used to living in this place. The people here, obviously, weren't all bad.
"So, do you play anything, Frank?"
"Uh, yeah, I play guitar. I was in a band back in my hometown, it was called Pencey Prep. We kind of sucked.. but we were getting there. You know?"
"Yeah. So.. where's your guitar?"
"Oh, it's in my mom's car. I can go get it in a little bit," I offered.
"Sweet."
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"Dude, you fucking rock at guitar! You're almost as good as Ray!" Mikey exclaimed.
I cocked my head to the side and set my guitar, Pansy back on it's stand.
"Oh, Ray is our other guitarist," He added. I nodded. "So, we're having band practice tonight, you should come."
"Cool, what time?"
"Seven, unless Gerard decides to be late again, Gerard is my brother."
"So we have an hour?"
"Yep."
"Frank! Is Mikey staying for dinner?!"
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"Frank, come on, the guys aren't gonna bite you! Okay, Gerard might... but that's not my point," Mikey complained as he pulled my across the road to his house.
He lead me into his house and announced that he was home from the new kids house. We seated ourselves on his couch and waited for everyone to come down. I took the time to check the surroundings of the house, it was one story with an attached garage, the inside was dimly lit but very cosy. It kind of reminded me of back home. The first person to come out was who I expected to be Mikey's mom.
"Oh, Mikey, the new kid is adorable!" She cried with delight and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "What's your name, sweety?"
"I'm Frank," I smiled, she would get along well with my mom.
"Frank," She smiled widely and pulled away from the hug, "such a nice name, I think you're going to get along well with my boys. My name's Donna Way by the, er, way," Donna took a quick, knowing, glance at Mikey and excused herself from the room.
"Heh, moms," Mikey chuckled nervously.
"Yeah. She seems nice."
"Best mom in the world," He said, taking a seat on the couch further in the living room. "I guess today is going to be one of those days where everyone decides to be late, sit down and we'll watch TV or something."
I sat on the couch and zoned out a little while Mikey flicked through the channels, stopping every once in a while. We both settled on watching Shaun of the Dead for the time being. It was just getting good when someone slammed the door open.
"Dammit, Mikey, I'm sorry we're so fucking late!" Said someone from the door, I heard some other people step inside and shut the door. "We stopped at the gas station and I left my keys in side the damned-- who's this?" He asked, mid sentance.
He walked around to the front of the couch and looked at me for a moment. The guy before me had shaggy, dark hair, very pale and flawless skin. His eyes were a deep hazel color, kind of honey colored... he was kind of cute. Wait. Did I just call a guy cute? Oh, God, Frank, shut up. You have a girlfriend back home, shut up!
"I'm, uh, Frank," I answered for Mikey after snapping out of my drained state of mind.
"Oh, so, you're the new kid that moved in across the street, right?" I nodded, "Awesome, I'm Gerard and Mikey is my little brother if you didn't already know," Gerard smiled and held out a hand for me to shake.
We shook hands and I noticed that he was really warm and his smile was inviting. I wanted to punch myself in the face for thinking those things. Maybe it was because I was so tired and out of it. The guy was just being friendly afterall.
"Ahem, if you're little meet and greet is done here, why don't you introduce us?" Said another guy from over near the front door. He was odd looking with a reddish brown afro, very tall, too.
The other boy beside him was pale with strawberry blonde hair and an awkwardly placed lip ring. I noticed I stood out a lot because I had a lot of body art for being 17. My nose was pierced and so was my lip, I had a couple of tatoos, but they weren't noticable. One was a tatoo that said Jersey, it was small, the other one was on my back. They probably wouldn't be my last tatoos, either.
"Oh, right," Gerard said removing his hand from mine and gesturing toward the two guys that had now moved to stand by Gerard. "The one with the 'fro is Ray Toro and then the guy next to him is Bob Bryar."
They waved and then I stood up from the couch and shook hands with both of them.
"So, where are you from?" Ray asked.
"Newark," I stated.
"Dude, you're going to like it here so much better," Gerard laughed, slapping my lightly on my back.
We sat in the Way living room for a while, talking, and a lot of it was about my life in Newark and why I moved to Belleville. I told them the whole story about my girlfriend and how my mom moved us here because of her job and that was why we moved there so close to the end of school. I found out that I was in the same grade as Gerard and Ray since I'd skipped a grade in Catholic School. The oddest thing about the long, informative conversation was that I couldn't help but steal quick looks at Gerard. There was something about him... that I- and I can't believe I'm saying this about a guy- that I can't resist. Maybe my mom slipped some drugs into my dinner.
"Well, enough of this chatting, why don't we start band practice? You gonna stick around for a bit, Frank?" Gerard asked me.
"Uh, sure, okay," I agreed.
"Sweet, you can hear our new song!" Ray cheered.
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I watched the guys put together their equipment in the Mikey and Gerard's garage. Apparently their band was called My Chemical Romance, it was a really good name for the band, Mikey came up with it. Mikey, he was the bassist for the band, Ray was lead guitar, and Bob was on drums. Gerard was the frontman. I honestly couldn't wait to hear him sing.
"So, Frank," Gerard said, taking a seat next to me on the beaten up sofa that was kept in their rehearsal space. "I heard you're in a band?"
"Was. It was called Pencey Prep and we were on eyeball records for a while until our band broke up about a month ago."
"Really, now?"
"Yeah."
"What did you play in the band?" Gerard questioned as he scooted a little closer to me.
"Uh," I scooted a little away, but hardly enough for him to notice. "I was, uh, rhythm guitar and lead vocals."
"Sweet, you play guitar?" I nodded.
"We're lookin' for an extra guitarist, you know." Gerard hinted. "Maybe sometime you can bring your guitar over and play something for us?" I smiled.
"Sure, dude." I agreed. Gerard eyed me carefully for a minute. If I wasn't on drugs due to take-out, I would of been sure he was checking me out.
"How about our rehearsal this coming Friday?"
"Yeah, same time like today?"
"Assuming I'm not a dumbass and don't lock my keys in my own car," Gerard and I laughed.
"Okay, Gerard, stop trying to leure in Frank so you can suck his blood," Mikey teased.
"Watch it, little bro, or I'm going to suck your blood," He mused.
"Oh, I'm shaking."
"Kinda like how you did after you stuck the knife in the toaster?"
"Then did it again to make sure it would shock you for real?" Bob added.
"That was one time! Now can we start with the rehearsal now?"
"Sure," Gerard chuckled.
I could get used to this.
The band played through a set of various songs, which were amazing, my favorite was Cubicles. It was a close tie with Skylines and Turnstiles, though. Gerard had an amazing voice, much better than mine and Ray fucking blew my mind with his guitar. He owned that thing.
"Okay," Gerard began, "This is our newest song, "Honey, This Mirror Ain't Big Enough For The Two Of Us,"" He announced in a semi-husky and out of breath tone. I laughed under my breath at how he sounded, it was like he just got through having rough sex.
The song began and it was really good... until he got to near the end.
"And you can't keep my brother, and you wont fuck my friends! We're not working out, we're not--"
The band stopped playing and Mikey was laughing into Ray's shoulder and Ray and Bob were full out laughing their asses off. I didn't understand what was going on. I'm glad I wasn't the only one.
"What the? Why did you guys stop playing?" Gerard demanded.
"Di-di, DUDE, Gerard!" Ray cried through his laughter.
"Do you realize what you sang?!" Mikey chuckled.
"Uh, the lines to the song?"
"You-HAH-you just sang..." Mikey tried to continue.
"Do you realize you just sang 'AND YOU WONT FUCK MY FRANK?!'" Bob finished.
I choked on my air and stared incredilously at Bob.
"I did not!" Gerard defended, his face-if possible-paler than before with a tint of pink on his cheeks.
"You totally did!" Mikey insisted.
"Did not!"
"Totally did!"
"Shut up!"
Why didn't I hear him sing that? I was pretty sure he said friends. I decided to defend Gerard for both his dignity... and well, to spare us both from being embarrassed. I stood up off the couch and approached the band.
"I think the amps in here have officially caused you all to go deaf," I laughed. "I heard him sing friends," I added then turned to Gerard. "I don't know about you, but maybe your should think of getting these guys some hearing aids, yeah?" He grinned then turned to his brother.
"Definitely. Oh, and Mikey?"
"What?" Mikey asked, recovering from his laughing fit.
"Sleep with one eye open, I'm thirsty."

TADA! Chapter one. [: I'm sorry if it sucked... I've never written a slash, let alone anything in a GUYS POV. lol. Should I keep writing? If you liked it, tell me so I can update again! Rate, too. <3 Banners are much appreciated. And if you listen to Honey, btw, it really does sound like Gerard is singing "and you wont fuck my Frank." [: Dani pointed that out about a week ago. lol. And I think this picture I found on PB was appropriate for a Frerard. Enjoy: