The Boy Next Door 1-Frerard

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of beeping. A consistent beeping sound coming from outside.
Why wouldn't it just shut the fuck up? I was trying to sleep here! After a couple of minutes of just lying there in bed the beeping still hadn't stop and it was really driving me crazy. Groaning I rolled over to look at my alarm clock to learn it was 8:05.
Why was I up this early? On a Saturday as well! Oh well, I thought, might as well get up now.
I stretched in my bed rolling over slightly resulting in me rolling off the bed completely and landing with a loud and very painful bang.
"Frank is every thing okay up there honey?" my Mom shouted up at me. Jeez was I really that heavy my Mom would be able to hear me down stairs?
"Yeah Mom," I replied sighing. I walked over into my ensuite (which is just a fancy word for saying my bathroom attached to my bedroom,however invented that word is a fucktard) after picking up a towel from behind my door. I turned on the water to my shower waiting for it to warm up for a minute.
Stepping under the water, I let myself relax as the heat woke me up more and more.
It's a strange thing being able to become so relaxed in a confined space with water poring down on you, normally you'd get pretty freaked out right?
As I washed myself I thought about what I could do for the day. Well, err, play computer games and read comics.Yep, my day sorted.

Plain and simple Frank. Ha, if only.

I turned off the water and wrapped my lower half in my towel. I walked over to my ipod where I cranked up The Misfits, 'my song' Halloween blaring. Singing along, I pulled on a pair of semi clean boxers then my slightly ripped black skinnies. Once again, that fucking beeping noise sounded up again. What the fuck was up with that?
Curious, I moved over to my window to see a removal truck backing up by next door. Huh? Why was that there? Oh, there was a sold sign on the front lawn.
"Mom!" I shouted to my mother still at the window, "Did you know that the Jenkins have moved?"
"Yeah Frank, that sold sign has been up for weeks!"
"Oh," I shrugged. "Well, err, the new guys are moving in," I yelled back to my Mom.
"Well done Frank, you're a cleaver boy," she sarcastically replied. Jeez Mom, way to be nice!

I looked out the window again and noticed two boys sitting on next doors front lawn.
One of them was roughly my age, he had this brown hair that covered his forehead and the rest hidden by the beanie hat that was sliding of his head slightly and was wearing these little glasses perched at the end of his nose.  I looked to see what he was wearing and surprised my self to see the boy wearing an Anthrax tee and black skinny jeans a lot like mine.
Actually, he was pretty cute.
But then the older boy looked around and oh my holy shitting fuck! He was gorgeous.
Like fucking hot. His ebony hair was blowing slightly in the wind making him look even hotter. He looked around slightly before his piercing hazel eyes moved their way up to my window whilst my eyes met his. I was transfixed to this beautiful creature and guess what bitches, I have the privilege to live next door to this motherfucker!

His eyes shifted south a little, his mouth forming a slight smirk before his eyes returned back to mine. I blinked at him, completely oblivious to any thoughts entering my head except for that one question. Why the FUCK did he smirk? But hey, who cares? He was fucking hot when he smirked and I aint even gonna lie, it turned me on a lot.
But I was still confused, why did he smirk?

I looked down to be met by my naked torso. Oh. The new boy wants a piece Frankie's body eh? Fuck yes! Maybe he's like me? Maybe he actually likes what he sees?
Oh God, hopefully. I looked up out of the window again to see the two boys weren't there any more. Huh? They moved quickly. Or were they just a figment of my imagination? Were there really two guys sitting out side next door?
My smile instantly changed into a worried frown, I was so confused.
I searched the front yard with my eyes only to see the boys getting luggage out of the car, the older boy was looking right at me again with an amused look on his face. Did he fucking plan that? Just confusing me?
Man, he was good. Then, that fucking smile came back onto his face.
The smile that could kill. I felt my mouth contort into a smile again, all because of the new boys contagious grin.
His gaze dropped to the floor while walking off into his new house, his face hinting a little pink. Aww, he was blushing.

Right. I'm gonna meet this boy, I decided right there and then.