New Jersey Misses You. I Miss You... **ON HOLD**

Confusion

Frank's P.O.V

My eyes widened at my moms words. What the hell did my dad want now? I stood up taking the phone.

"I thought I told you to not contact me." I growled into the phone balling one of my hands into a fist. I heard a dark chuckle from my father on the other end of the line that made my stomach churn.

"Oh, Frank, so naïve. I'm your father, you're sixteen for crying out loud, I can call you if I want."

"I still told you not to contact me. Now, what the fuck do you want?" I said in a lower voice so I wouldn't upset my mom with my language.

"Just telling you that if I win custody-"

"Which you won't." I interjected. I heard him sigh.

"If I win custody, that there will be no contacting your boyfriend, and that I'll need your size in pants and shirts for your school uniform." I rolled my eyes just thinking about moving to Rhode Island with my dad and having to transfer to a whole new school.

"Well I guess you won't know what size I am because I'm not telling you, and you'll lose the battle of custody over me." And with that, I hung up. I turned to my mom who had watery eyes. "You need to block his number mom, this isn't helping you." I said handing her the phone and rubbing her shoulder. "I'm gonna go and have slushies with Bert I'll be back around seven." I said, giving my mom a kiss on the cheek. I grabbed my jacket and walked outside, having a wave of cold air hit me all at once. I shivered a little and started walking to the gas station, which was about twenty minutes away while walking. When I reached the gas station I saw Bert sitting on the curb with his arms firmly wrapped around himself. When he saw me, he warmly smiled and I joined him on the curb.

"Answer me why the hell I decided to walk here?" I asked cupping my hands and blowing on them to try warm them up. It may have been decent out, but that fucking wind killed me.

"Because you love me." Bert said in a sing song voice, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I rolled my eyes and smirked.

"I doubt it sometimes." I said sarcastically. He shook his head and stood up.

"You still want slushies?" He asked looking down at me. I stood up and shrugged. I had another idea.

"Are they selling the hot chocolate yet?" I questioned. When the seasons change and it gets colder, the gas station sells cheap, decently good hot coco, it wasn't as good as the peppermint hot coco they sell in December for Christmas, but it was still tolerable. Bert and I peered in the big window in the front of the building and saw the hot chocolate machine.

"Fuck yes." Bert said, clapping his hands together. I smiled and we headed in to get our drinks
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We walked around the town, sipping our hot chocolate and just, talking. Bert and I never really talked, he talked about innuendos and all that shit, but nothing, normal I guess.

"How do you think Gee's doing in Cali?" Bert asked thoughtfully. I shrugged, not because I didn't want to say my thoughts, but because I had no clue, we haven't texted much since our time zones are about three hours apart, and it's only been like two days.

"I hope he's okay..." I said, trailing off.

"Yeah." Bert agreed. We walked, talked, theorized about random stuff and soon it was six o'clock. We made it back to my house and said our goodbyes. I walked into the house and to the kitchen disposing my empty cup. I saw my mom in the living room, sitting with her face in her hands. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her shoulders.

"Mom, you okay?" I asked with a face that screamed sympathy. She looked over at me and I could see the tears start to brim at her eyes.

"You're okay right? No one hurt you? You're okay?" She asked in a hurry, her hands gliding over my face and shoulders. I was confused-scratch that, I was lost. Why wouldn't I be okay? Yes, New Jersey, in the part I live in, is kinda sketchy, but I know self defense, I took karate when I was six for five years. 

"I'm fine mom.. Thanks..." I said, dragging my words out. She was confusing me profusely, why was she so worried about me lately? "I'm gonna... Go to my room." I added before jogging upstairs. It was about seven now, maybe Gee would be free so we could talk. God, I missed him. I picked up my phone and clicked on his contact, a video call of course. After a few rings he picked up and I heard a fuzzy "Mikey, shut up!" I smiled as I saw the blurb on the screen that was Gerard walking to what I was assuming to be his room. Suddenly the camera was still and I saw his beautiful pale face, hazel eyes, and bright red hair.

"Hey, sugar!" He said in a little mock southern accent. I couldn't help but chuckle at him.

"Hi." I replied as I sat down at my desk. "How's California?" I asked, twiddling my thumbs under the table.

"Hot... And.. Hot." He said, running his fingers through his hair.

"Well, yeah! You're even wearing a tank top.. It shows your sides too, very scandalous." I joked, trying to hold back my laughter. It wasn't uncommon for Gee to wear tank tops, but, man he looked amazing, even if it was just a grey tank top.

"Enough about me. How ya been?" He asked looking me in the eyes, then his stare moving towards my arms.

"Okay, I guess. We have new neighbors and I already don't like them." I admitted as I scratched my arms, I did that a lot when I was nervous.

"Oh, baby, your arms, don't do that. I won't talk about it anymore. I like your hair by the way, I can finally see more of your beautiful face." He flirted, winking at me afterwards. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Nooooo." I giggled.

"Yeeeeeeeess." He mocked. I heard him giggle from the screen and I couldn't help but smile to the point of my cheeks hurting.

"Is your dads job good?" I asked. I wanted Gerard to finally live in a space where he was happy and had more privacy, but, Gerard was never the shy or unhappy type.

"Pretty good I guess. Went to my new school today, it kinda sucks, because it's fucking massive and I don't know anyone there." He admitted. "It's gonna be hard adjusting to the time differences and being.. Well, not poor." He laughed. Gerard had been poor all his life, so I was a little shocked at his words. Wouldn't he be happy to finally be able to eat three meals a day? "But, it's nice." He finally said. There goes my question. I heard a yell from Gerard's part of the line and he replied with an, "Okay ma!" He looked over at me. "I gotta go because moms making dinner and wants me to help." He said rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Okay, have fun." I said. "I love you." I added.

"I love you too, miss you." He said. Then the call ended. This sucked. Two years will fly by right? Of course they will. Right?