Invest, investigate, puzzle saw belated [entries|friends|calendar] supermonkey91 [ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ] [ calendar | livejournal calendar ]

[21 Oct 2006|12:12pm] Title: Life is Funny Author: supermonkey91 Pairing: Frank Iero / Adam Lazzara & mentions of past Frank / Gerard Way Rating: PG-13, for now… POV: 3rd person. Summary: Sometimes life comes to a halt and the only thing to do is pick up the pieces and carry on. Life is funny like that. Disclaimer: I don’t own them. I don’t know them. And anything involving them? It doesn’t include me. Author Notes: Yes. I know. I started another fan fic before this. Didn’t continue, I know, I know. I still might…but…this idea just…took control. ( Chapter One ) 1 | comment

[07 Sep 2006|09:02pm] Title: Let’s Talk Turkey Author: supermonkey91 Pairing: Quinn Allman / Frank Iero Rating: PG-13, for now… POV: 3rd person. Summary: It’s a bit hard to explain…Quinn’s parents split up, so Quinn lives between the both of them. His father had to move out of the old house, and at the apartment complex he and Quinn now inhibit, Quinn meets Frank. But it’s different than most stories like that…because they’re not quite face to face. So…dum dum dummm, read it. Disclaimer: I don’t own them. I don’t know them. Anything involving them? It doesn’t include me. Author Notes: This chapter’s short. Don’t worry, we’ll get through it together. This’ll be a slower moving fic at first, based on a bit of dialogue for a change. But don't worry, it'll get there. Just trying something different. “We’re here.” Two heavenly words after being stuck in traffic for hours. It hadn’t helped that the car’s air conditioning had been busted; it only made driving in the middle of August that much worse. The outstanding heat within the vehicle had even managed to make the young passenger’s flashing blond hair stick right to his neck and forehead. He was in a near comatose by the time he lazily glanced over at the driver – his father, and spoke. “…What?” “We’re here,” His father replied, a proud smile adorning his face as he motioned to the apartment complex visible from the car windows. “So, Quinn, what do you think?” The boy blinked blankly in the direction of the complex. What did he think? Well, he thought that he’d rather be anywhere but here, at this crappy apartment complex. He’d rather be doing anything than help his dad move. Not to mention that he thought they should dump this car with a random hobo and get a different one. One with A.C. That’s what he thought. “It’s cool.” Quinn’s father continued to beam, stepping out of the car while Quinn remained planted in his seat. He didn’t see how his dad could be so happy. He’d just gotten through a divorce and had to relocate from a perfectly normal sized house to this…a small, crappy apartment. Seeing as Quinn didn’t feel like getting involved in any of that court shit, and he was only seventeen anyway, the decision had been made that he’d split time evenly between his parents. A week with one, switch, a week with the other, switch back. So Quinn most certainly wasn’t happy. In fact, he was thinking he was pretty pissed off with this whole situation. Pissed off, irritated, angry, fuming… “Quinn, come on, help me move the stuff inside.” The young man grumbled in response, getting out of the car and forcing a small smile. The stuff? That was a laugh. They had a small carload of boxes to move in all, not counting the furniture that was packed away in the moving van that was parked behind them. In total, Quinn counted around fifteen, twenty minutes. Only fifteen pitiful minutes that it took to move all those boxes into the apartment. The rest would be left to the furniture movers, and Quinn was more than glad to sit out on helping them. It was actually while he sat idly on the cement steps leading to the complex - watching his father try in vain to communicate effectively with a Spanish speaking man who was helping move their furniture - that Quinn heard a small voice from nowhere pierce into his hearing range. “Who’s he?” Quinn furrowed his eyebrows, looking around for any signs of the disembodied voice and frowning slightly when he found none. “Hey, you. Look, up here, look.” The voice was louder this time, and he turned to look at the apartments. Sure enough, two floors up he found a face peering out of a window. He squinted a little. It was a boy, who appeared to be around his age, give or take a year. Quinn’s eyebrows remained furrowed. “What?” The boy lifted a hand and motioned over to Quinn’s father. “Who’s he?” Quinn’s expressions went flat and he looked over at his father with a shrug. “That’s my dad.” He looked back up at the boy and saw him nod. “Oh. Who are you?” Quinn sighed softly, the hours in the car having dried up all his patience and willingness to hold up a conversation. “I’m…his son.” He saw the boy nod again before he walked away from the window. Quinn blinked slowly and continued watching it, as if waiting for the boy to return, but he didn’t. So Quinn turned away. His father had still made no progress with the Spanish man. Quinn rested his head in his hands and sighed again, watching the furniture being fumbled into the apartment, the lack of communication only making the tasks harder for the movers. “I’m Frank.” Quinn turned back to the window. The boy…Frank…was back. Quinn nodded a little. “I’m Quinn.” “You moving here?” “Sort of.” Through the mesh of the window screen, Quinn could pick out a confused look adorning Frank’s face. “How can you be moving here…sort of?” “Well, this is where my dad is gonna live. I’ll live between here and my mom’s.” “Oh.” “Yep.” There was a brief pause before Frank spoke again. “You go to school around here?” “Yeah. Do you? I don’t recognize you…well…what I can see of you.” Frank laughed softly, shaking his head. “No…I, um…don’t go to school.” Quinn tilted his head a little. Frank didn’t go to school? Maybe he had miscalculated his age. “Oh, you don’t? How old are you?” “Turning seventeen in a few months…” “And you’re not it school?” Frank shook his head again. Quinn raised his eyebrows. “Well why not?” Frank shrugged. Quinn’s dad called for him, and Quinn turned his head to look at the doorway, usually locked but currently held open by a large rock. He got up, brushing his pants off and walking towards the doorway. “Alright, then…Frank…maybe I’ll see you later?” Quinn turned back to the window to await an answer, but only furrowed his eyebrows, because Frank was already gone. comment

Heaven's Devil, Chapter Two [13 Apr 2006|07:06pm] [ mood | content ] [ music | Iron Maiden - Dance of Death ] Title: Heaven’s Devil Band/Pairing: Gerard Way/Ryan Heil (Nightmare of You) Author: moi supermonkey91 Rating: I’m not quite sure at this point. Right now, it’s just some cussing here and there. Disclaimer: I don’t own these guys. But I own this story’s plot, a few of the other characters, and a few places. I don’t own Gerard or his family, or Ryan and his family. Or anyone associated with them. I don’t own anyone. The end. Author’s notes or any other stuff: Ok…this…is VERY, VERY AU. Not even kidding. This involves things I haven’t really read in other stories around here. It involves purgatories, inhuman things OTHER than vampires, and the mention of heaven and hell and a few other things. It’s an odd story, but it’s a plot I’ve been mulling over for a while. I might not update this one too much, though. We’ll see. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. By the way, if you have no clue who he is, I have pictures of Ryan Heil with the story. If you know not who Ryan Heil is, here be pictures: 1, 2, 3. Chapter One Chapter Two Ryan began to wander aimlessly, repeating in his mind the impossibility of his current situation. His eyes darted nervously in all directions, and he noticed others watching him warily. He was quite visibly beginning to get scared, and he was starting to humor the idea that this was, in fact, not a dream. After a while he found himself back in the large room where it seemed most of the people who ‘worked’ here stayed. Again his eyes flickered to the hole in the wall where images passed by too quick for the eye to catch, and he walked towards it slowly. He was stopped abruptly, however, when Mark appeared suddenly in front of him. “Ryan, good, you’ve finished speaking with Sean it seems.” Mark said. Ryan nodded, and Mark continued. “So now you have a more in-depth knowledge of the situation we’re in, yes?” Ryan shrugged. “Apparently we’re in a purgatory, the types I used to hear about in Sunday School. And I’m…a threat to the world. Something really ridiculous like that.” Mark seemed undaunted by Ryan’s thoughts of the situation being unbelievable. “Yes, something like that. I am sorry, really, that this has all been dumped on you at once, but you must understand the pressing seriousness of the situation. You must be contained until we come up with another solution.” Ryan bit his lip and shook his head a bit. He was starting to get impatient, and he fiercely wanted to go home. “Well, how long is it going to take for you all to come up with something?” “We’re…not sure. Our orders as of now are simply to keep you here under minor supervision, for as long as it takes.” Ryan raised one of his eyebrows. “So I’m just fucking stuck here? You’re kidding. This is ridiculous! This…this isn’t even real. Let me go, whoever the hell you…people are. Just let me go.” Mark sighed. “I’m afraid we can’t do that, Ryan.” He rested a hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “Please try to understand, this is difficult on all of us.” And with that, Mark was gone again. Ryan was having trouble functioning, trouble properly thinking. It all made sense now, yes, sure. He was somehow drugged and kidnapped by a bunch of loonies and brought to this weird ass place, and now he’s just seeing things because of the drugs and they’re holding him hostage. That makes no sense, and you know it. He thought bitterly. “Oh, and this does?!” He said out loud, earning a few strange looks from others. He grumbled and continued walking towards the hole of flashing images. As he stepped closer, he began to see some images more clearly. They were of people, walking, talking, sleeping, eating. They were of animals, of places, of anything and everything, all zipping by quickly. While walking towards this strange thing, he accidentally bumped into another person who was watching the screen intently. It was a seemingly younger woman, who turned to him with a look of minor annoyance on her face. Ryan didn’t seem to notice, he just gestured to the screen. “What is this?” Now the look of annoyance changed to one of confusion. A kind of look that said ‘What? You don’t know?’ Nevertheless, she answered him in a slow voice. “It’s…an image pool. You can view images of whatever you’d like, from whatever planet you’re from.” Mystified, Ryan turned back to flashing images and took a step closer, looking at it attentively. Suddenly, crisp images appeared, ones that didn’t flash away in an instant. These were of his parents, frantically calling anyone they knew to ask about their lost son. He could hear and see everything. Now it was on his best friend, Brandon, also talking on the phone, saying ‘No, Mr. Heil, I haven’t talked to him or seen him at all.’ Then the images went black for a moment and a minute later a different one came up. This one was of a young man, someone Ryan had never seen before. He couldn’t be much older than Ryan was, Ryan figured, and continued watching. He had no idea why he was seeing this person, but he didn’t care. He was instantly captivated. The young man had black hair that hung over his eyes…his eyes, his eyes were a light brown color, darting between a honey tone and a near jade color depending on the lighting. His face was what some might call feminine, but Ryan felt oddly attracted to it. He was walking with another, shorter man, of whom Ryan took little notice, but he heard the shorter man say the name “Gerard”. Gerard must be his name.. Ryan thought in a trance-like way. Ryan had forgotten about all his other surroundings now, none of it mattered. He saw and heard Gerard laughing at something the other guy, Frank he had learned to be his name, had said. He felt a small twinge of wanting, wanting to be there with Gerard in actuality, to be able to speak with him. But all too soon the image of Gerard was altogether cut off. Someone was tugging at Ryan’s shoulder, and when Ryan turned around with an annoyed look plastered on his face, he found himself once more looking at Mark. Ryan was instantly reminded of where he was and what was taking place, and this sent his mood crashing downward. Mark took no notice of Ryan’s emotion, saying instead “Follow me” and turning, walking away briskly. Ryan sent a longing glance back at the image pool, which was now once more flooded with flashing images he couldn’t decipher, and then set off following Mark. 5 | comment

Skeptics and True Believers, Chapter Eight [16 Mar 2006|09:48pm] [ mood | tiredish. ] [ music | Augustana - "Midwest Skies & Sleepless Mondays" ] Title: Skeptics and True Believers Band/Pairing: Frankie Iero/ Gerard Way Author: -raises hand- me! Pick me!...supermonkey91 Rating: well overall it’ll probably go up to R. Right now in the beginning it’s all…nothing. Haha, yeah. Summary: Oh boy, I suck at summaries. Well, um, Frank and Gerard meet as complete strangers in a summer dance lesson, both with significant others - Frank a girlfriend, Gerard a boyfriend. The lesson ends and the two go their separate ways, and then one day Frank bumps into a familiar face (Gerard) at a Starbucks and blah blah blah. Haha, it gets better, I swear. Disclaimer: It. Did. Not. Happen. And I don’t own these guys, and I’m not in any way associated with them. I just like their music and stuff. And write completely fictional stories about them. Yay. Author’s notes or any other stuff: Damn, it took me long enough to update. Sorry, I‘ve been busy roleplaying. Yup. So here’s a mediocre little chapter to hold you over. Heh.. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. Previous Chapters Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight “So, when’re you seeing him again?” A week after Gerard initially asked Frank out, the infamous trio (Bob, Ray, Frank) were back at work, and Bob and Ray were doing what they were simply required to do as Frank’s best friends; they were hassling him. “Tonight, guys. He’s picking me up from here.” Frank answered, rolling his eyes. “Any more questions, hmm?” Ray and Bob simultaneously shook their heads. They’d already asked their fill for the day; including even more random questions like ‘what’s his hair smell like’ from Ray and ‘does he like pizza’ from Bob. There were some more normal questions, too, like had they kissed yet, to which Frank responded “well duh, you two saw me kiss him the other day when he came in here last.” Ray retorted with “No, Frank, like actual kissing.” Frank had laughed, shaking his head and replying with “No, we haven’t fucking made out yet. But I’ll be sure to sounds the alarms when it happens.” As if summoned, Gerard walked into the store and walked up to the three, waving. Frank and he had seen each other last night, too, having hung out with Ray and Bob and a few other people for New Years. But tonight they’d just be hanging out at Gerard’s house by themselves. (And no, not to do what you probably thought about for at least a split second when you heard the words ‘by themselves’.) “Hey, Gee.” Frank greeted him with a grin. “Hello Frank. And Bob. And Ray.” Gerard said, smiling, then turning from Bob and Ray to look at Frank. “When do you get off?” “Umm…” Frank glanced down at his wrist watch and then looked back up. “Now.” Frank said goodbye to both Ray and Bob, leaving his spot at the counter and leaving the store with Gerard. “It’s fucking cold…” Frank said as he got into Gerard’s car. Gerard nodded, starting his car and pulling out from his parking spot. “Yeah, well, it’s January first in New Jersey. It’s going to be pretty fucking cold.” “Yes, I know, but that doesn’t stop me from complaining.” Frank said with a shrug. Gerard laughed a bit and continued with the drive to his apartment. When they got into Gerard’s apartment, Gerard walked straight to the kitchen. Frank had learned quickly that Gerard was amazing at cooking, even while being mindful to the fact that Frank was a vegetarian. Tonight Gerard was rambling about making eggplant parmesan, something Frank had only tried once but had remembered liking. While Gee got things ready, Frank wandered into the room full of Gerard’s drawings and photographs by himself, admiring certain things over and over again. “Whatcha doing?” Gerard came in many minutes later, standing in the doorway of the room. Frank was sitting on the floor of the room, a certain picture clutched in his hand, and he was looking at it with a smile on his face. “I’m looking.” Frank answered without looking up. Gerard walked over and knelt next to Frank, looking at the picture in his hand. The picture was of him with a cheesy smile on his face, and a seemingly younger man with light brown hair and glasses was behind him, sticking up bunny ears behind Gee’s head with his fingers. Gerard laughed and shook his head. “That’s a terrible picture. Of me, anyway.” “Nuh-uh, I like it.” Frank said. “Who’s the other guy?” “Oh, that’s my younger brother, Mikey. He lives in New York, just got married, actually.” “You didn’t mention having a brother…” Gerard shrugged. “Well, you never asked.” “Do you have any other siblings?” Frank asked, finally setting the picture down and turning to look at Gerard. Gerard shook his head. “Nope. It was always just me and Mikey. Come on, the foods ready.” After they ate Gerard began another fruitless attempt to teach Frank how to play pool. “Ok, look. When I broke, I didn’t get any in. That means the table’s open - you can hit in whatever ball you want.” Gerard explained, gesturing around the table. Frank bit his lip and nodded, attempting to knock in a random ball only to miss by a mile. Gerard just smiled. “You didn’t bring your ass around.” Frank furrowed his eyebrows, “I didn’t what?” “You didn’t bring your ass around. Your pool stick needs to stay right by your hip, and you need to aim with everything in the direction you’re going after. So, let’s say I’m going after the ten ball…” Gerard bent down to take aim but didn’t hit the ball, “my ass and my hand and the stick are all lined up in the direction I want the cue ball to go.” Gerard hit the cue ball and both he and Frank watched as it knocked the ten ball into the side pocket. “So, what are you saying, that the secret to pool is in the placement of your ass?” Frank said with a hint of laughter in his voice. Gerard grinned and nodded. “Yeah, among other things. Ok, well, now I got the ten ball in. That means I have to hit in all the stripes, you’ve got all the solids. And, as you already know, you hit the eight ball in last…” The lesson continued until Frank finally started to get a few balls in, and after a while Frank started to get competitive and made a vow to beat Gerard sometime that night. It was hours later into the night that Frank finally did the impossible. He beat Gerard, and he hadn’t even knocked in all of his own balls yet. Gerard had scratched while shooting at the eight ball - an automatic loss. “Fuck YES! I win! I fucking win! I told you I’d win tonight! HA!” Frank laughed and danced around happily, cheering for his victory. Gerard watched with an amused smile, and then Frank decided to give a mock speech. “I would like to thank my ass for this victory, whom, without it’s placement, would never have gotten me this far. And Gerard’s ass, for being nice to look at when he was shooting.” Frank said, a permanent grin plastered on his face. “My ass is honored for being mentioned in your speech, Frank.” Gerard smiled and walked in front of Frank, giving him a soft, quick kiss on the lips. Frank smiled and shrugged, “No problem, Gee, I mean…where would we be without your ass?” Gerard laughed and kissed Frank again, pressing his lips up against Frank’s in a firmer way than he had before. Frank smiled into the kiss and kissed back with the same token of strength, and he soon felt Gerard’s tongue skim against his lips. Automatically Frank parted his lips and both he and Gerard went quickly to work with their tongues. Moments later they were apart again, smiling at each other’s slightly flushed faces. “I think you should stay here tonight…” Gerard offered, a hint of hopefulness and questioning in his voice. Frank nodded. “I think that’s a very good idea.” 18 | comment

Skeptics and True Believers, Chapter Seven [23 Feb 2006|10:54pm] Title: Skeptics and True Believers Band/Pairing: Frankie Iero/ Gerard Way Author: -raises hand- me! Pick me!...supermonkey91 Rating: well overall it’ll probably go up to R. Right now in the beginning it’s all…nothing. Haha, yeah. Summary: Oh boy, I suck at summaries. Well, um, Frank and Gerard meet as complete strangers in a summer dance lesson, both with significant others - Frank a girlfriend, Gerard a boyfriend. The lesson ends and the two go their separate ways, and then one day Frank bumps into a familiar face (Gerard) at a Starbucks and blah blah blah. Haha, it gets better, I swear. Disclaimer: It. Did. Not. Happen. And I don’t own these guys, and I’m not in any way associated with them. I just like their music and stuff. And write completely fictional stories about them. Yay. Author’s notes or any other stuff: And so there was a 7th chapter. Whoot. This chpater's sorta short. Oh well. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. Previous Chapters Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven On Sunday, Frank invited Ray over to his apartment. When Ray entered the house, Frank didn’t even say hello. Instead, he just looked at Ray uneasily and said “I kissed him.” “Um…what?” Ray asked, sitting down on Frank’s couch. Frank shrugged and remained standing up. “I saw Gerard at Starbucks, he walked with me back to my apartment, and then I kissed him and ran back inside.” “Fraaank!! Why’d you run back inside?!” Ray said, giving Frank his ‘you dumb-dumb!’ look. “I dunno! But what do I do now!?” Frank asked, sitting on the couch by Ray. “Well, did you call him or anything?” Ray asked, though he already guessed the answer. Frank shook his head. “No…” “Has he called you?” Frank shrugged. “I dunno, my cell phone is still off and if anyone’s called here, it’s been a telemarketer.” “Call him now!” Ray said excitedly, rushing over to where he’d seen Frank’s cell phone and grabbing it, bringing it back to the couch and sitting down again. “No…” Frank said, shaking his head. Ray rolled his eyes. “Come ON Frank, you like him, he likes you, we’re one big happy family. Call him! Ask him out! Go date, have sex, multiply like bunnies!” Frank made a face. “Ray, I think you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself.” “Shut up. I’m not. I’m being pleasantly optimistic. Try it sometime. Now, what’s Gerard’s number?” “I’m not telling you that. I refuse.” Frank said. Ray just shrugged and looked through the cell phone’s recorded phone addresses. “Aw, look, you have his number in here. Cool beans.” Ray said, pressing a button and then holding the phone up to his ear. Frank looked mortified. “You are NOT calling him!” He yelled, lunging at Ray. Ray simply laughed and stood up, running away from Frank. He ran into Frank’s room and closed the door, leaning up against it with all his weight and the phone rang. “Hello?” Someone answered. Frank was slamming against the door as hard as he could, cursing Ray loudly. Ray snickered and continued to hold the door shut. “Hello? Is this Gerard?” “Um…yeah.” “Hi Gerard! This is Ray, remember me? Driving slave for Frank?” Ray said, laughing when Frank hurt his shoulder from hitting the door too hard. “Oh, yeah, I remember. Hi Ray, what’s up?” “Oh, nothing, really. See, I’m here with Frank, and…oooh shit.” Frank had, with one solid hit, pushed through the door and ran straight into Ray, the cell phone flying out of his hands and onto the floor. For a moment both stared at the phone, then they both glanced at each other, back to the phone, and ran towards it. Frank grabbed it first, but Ray grabbed Frank’s hands, preventing Frank from turning off the phone. “Let go, Ray!” Frank said, wrestling for the phone. “No!” Ray retorted, finally pulling the phone free and putting it back to his ear and he rushed out of Frank’s room, Frank running after him. “Anyway, hey Gerard, sorry about that. Look, what I wanted to say is that Frank reeeeally likes you and is too much of a little wimp to say anything about it!” Ray shouted gleefully into the phone. Frank ran at him and grabbed the cell phone from Ray’s hands. “HE LOOOOOOOOOVES YOOOOUU!!” Ray shouted from behind Frank, loud enough so Gerard, listening with much amusement from the other line, could hear him. “Shut up Ray! Jackass!” Frank shouted back, turning the phone off without saying bye or anything. Fastforward to Christmas Day. Bob and Ray had been condemned to work with Frank that day too. Yesterday and the day before had been hell, though. Frank had been on his own friend-wise and there were lots of last-minute Christmas shoppers. Today there was still a lot of people, but with Ray and Bob there, the day went by a little faster. Soon, it was 4:40. Frank was dying in anticipation to get home. He, Ray, and Bob had all exchanged Christmas gifts the night before. They were just small things, certificates to music stores and the like. Frank just wanted to sleep now. He felt really tired. “Hey Frank, look over there.” Ray said, walking over to him and nudging his shoulder. Frank looked up and followed where Ray’s finger pointed. He froze. It was Gerard. And Gerard was walking towards them. Right now. Walking. Gerard. Towards them. “Um…I think…I’m going to go check and if Bob’s ok in the bathroom. I mean he’s been gone for like..a whole minute now…” Frank said, turning around and beginning to walk away. Ray smiled and shook his head, turning and grabbing Frank’s arm and pulling him back. “Raaay, come on, Bob might be dying in there!” Frank whined. Ray gave Frank a ‘yeah right’ look and let go of Frank’s arm. “Trust me, Frank, Bob’s fine.” Ray said. “Fine. Don’t blame me if he drowns or something.” Frank said. By then Gerard was only five feet away. And then he was there. “Um…hey.” He said, greeting both Frank and Ray. “Hiya!” Ray said cheerily. Frank was almost too nervous to speak. Ray had to nudge his side first. “Hey, Gerard, what’s up…” Gerard shrugged, looking directly at Frank, who started to bite his lip ring. “Can I talk to you quick, Frank?” Frank was feeling a lot more nervous now. He could feel his palms starting to get all sweaty, but in spite of this all, he nodded. “Yeah. Sure.” He stepped out from behind the counter he and Ray had been standing at and walked to Gerard. They moved a few feet away so that they weren’t as close to some other people. “So, what’s going on Frank?” Gerard asked, running a hand through his hair. “Um…I dunno…” Frank said lamely, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Well, first you punch me…then you kiss me…so, I just want to know what’s up, exactly.” Gerard said with a half-laugh. Frank shrugged. “Um…well…it’s hard to explain, really. Well, actually, it’s not, it’s just a long story. Well, it’s not really a long story, either, it’s just that…uhh…um, I dunno…” Gerard watched for a minute while Frank tried in vain to think of something to say. And then he decided to just come out with a simple yes or no question. “Ok, ok, Frank. How about this. Do you like me or not?” Somehow, for a second, this became a hard question for Frank to answer, too. “Well…um…I mean, I guess, I dunno…I mean…oh fuck it. Yes. Yes I do.” Gerard smiled and nodded. Frank looked completely petrified and nervous. And he was. “Well, Frank, you have an odd way of showing it.” Gerard said, laughing again. Frank nodded, grinning a bit. “Yeah, I know…I’ve just…um, it’s been a weird few weeks, I guess.” “Ok, well, first things first. Will you promise not to punch me again?” Gerard asked. Frank nodded. “Alright. Good. Well, then…um…do you wanna go out with me or something? Like as an actual…you know, couple…type…thing?” Now it was Gerard who seemed a little nervous. Frank smiled wider than he thought imaginable when Gerard asked, even though he was still a little cautious about the whole coming out thing. He didn’t care anymore. Not right now. “Yeah, sure. That’d be awesome.” Gerard looked relieved when Frank said yes, and he joined Frank in a wide smile. Then, after a brief paused, Gerard decided he had something else to say. “Hey, one more question.” “Okay, shoot.” “Can I kiss you without you running away now?” Gerard asked shyly. Frank grinned and shrugged. “Um…sure…” “Ok, good.” Gerard said, leaning down so that his lips were just a centimeter away from touching Frank’s. Frank closed the tiny gap to spark a kiss that, though longer than the chaste kiss he’d given Gerard, was soft and quick. When Gerard pulled away, Frank’s face was red with from blushing. At the moment Gerard had kissed Frank, Bob returned from the bathroom. Upon seeing the sight, he didn’t act surprised at all. Instead, he calmly walked over to Ray and nudged him on the arm. Ray, who had been watching Frank and Gerard intently, turned to Bob. Bob nodded towards Gerard and Frank. “So. Is that Gerard?” He asked simply. Ray looked back to Frank and Gerard and smiled, nodding. Chapter Eight 35 | comment

Skeptics and True Believers, Chapter Six [22 Feb 2006|06:45pm] [ music | Augustana - Stars and Boulevards ] Title: Skeptics and True Believers Band/Pairing: Frankie Iero/ Gerard Way Author: -raises hand- me! Pick me!...supermonkey91 Rating: well overall it’ll probably go up to R. Right now in the beginning it’s all…nothing. Haha, yeah. Summary: Oh boy, I suck at summaries. Well, um, Frank and Gerard meet as complete strangers in a summer dance lesson, both with significant others - Frank a girlfriend, Gerard a boyfriend. The lesson ends and the two go their separate ways, and then one day Frank bumps into a familiar face (Gerard) at a Starbucks and blah blah blah. Haha, it gets better, I swear. Disclaimer: It. Did. Not. Happen. And I don’t own these guys, and I’m not in any way associated with them. I just like their music and stuff. And write completely fictional stories about them. Yay. Author’s notes or any other stuff: Told ya’ll I’d update soon. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. Previous Chapters Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six The next day was Friday, Frank didn’t have to work. And he was extremely glad for this. He spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday staying up all night, drinking beer, smoking, and laying around his house appearing to do nothing. But he was doing something. Well, at least a quarter of the time he was. He was thinking. The past two weeks had been nothing but frustrating and straining on his mind, and both Ray and Gerard’s words rang through his head. “You sure you’re straight, Frankie?”…. “…you’re not fooling anyone Frank, life’s to short to lie”… “Don’t blame someone else’s mistakes on yourself, ok?”… “…you’re not your dad, Frank”… “SHUT UP!!” Frank screamed, sitting up straight on his couch with his head in his hands, his eyes beginning to tear up in utter frustration. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.” The shouting didn’t work, though. In the end, it simply made the voices louder, and made Frank’s head ache. On Saturday Frank got a call from the car shop. His car was dead, they couldn’t fix it. Frank hung up the phone without saying anything and threw it on the floor. On Monday Frank didn’t call Ray to come pick him up, and when Ray called his cell phone he simply glared at the phone with discontent, eventually turning it off. He did the same thing Tuesday. But on Wednesday, events changed. At six in the morning, Frank heard loud pounding on his front door. “FRANK, WAKE UP! IT’S RAY! GET OUT HERE!!” A voice yelled from outside, so loud Frank heard the voice clearly from his bedroom door; but the walls weren’t exactly thick there, so it wasn’t that outstanding that he could hear Ray. Frank was already up, though, had been since 3:37. He sat in his boxers on his bed, blankets cast messily around him, while he smoked a cigarette, flinching every time Ray would start banging on the door again. Ray was out there for another five minutes, give or take a couple, before he simply tried the door, and found it unlocked. Frank listened with a dull expression on his face as Ray came in, shutting the door behind him. Ray walked through the apartment slowly before finally finding Frank in his room. “Jesus Christ, Frank…” Ray said, looking around the room in disgust. There was a thick, suffocating stench of cigarettes, and the cigarette butts had simply been discarded on the ground, along with beer cans. Frank blinked and looked at Ray emotionlessly, taking a drag off his cigarette. “What do you want, Ray?” “To get you out of your house. Where have you been? I’ve tried calling you the past five days, you turned your cell phone off!” Ray said, walking over to a window and cracking it open to let fresh air in. Frank shrugged. “I’ve been here.” “Yeah, I can see that. What the hell are you doing, Frank? You’ve missed two days of work, and right before we get some days off for Christmas?” Ray continued, looking at Frank sternly. “Christmas. Right. I nearly forgot.” Frank said in the same monotone voice, leaning his cigarette over the edge of his bed and tapping some ash of the end before bringing it back to his lips. Ray shook his head and walked over to Frank, whipping the cigarette away from him and throwing it on the ground, crushing it underneath his foot. Again, Frank did nothing. “This is about Gerard, isn’t it? About what ever the hell happened at the club and what I said after.” Ray demanded of Frank, still getting no response. Ray grumbled underneath his breath and then grabbed Frank by one arm, dragging him out of the bed with surprising strength. “Ray?! What the fuck are you doing?!” Frank asked, trying to pull away. Ray’s grip was too strong, though, not enough to hurt Frank, but enough to move him. “I’m helping you, you’ve obviously forgotten about the human function that we here in Jersey call ‘life.’” Ray said, pulling Frank towards his bathroom. He turned on the shower, waiting a minute or two for the water to warm up before he lifted Frank and put him in, still in his boxers. Frank looked at Ray with a small glare, but Ray also noticed that Frank had smiled, and in that smile, they were somehow back to being best friends again. Ray left Frank to his shower, after Ray had jokingly instructed Frank on the proper way to use soap and shampoo, saying he was sure Frank had forgotten after being in that cloud of smoke for 5 days. Ray sat out in Frank’s living room until Frank emerged from his room, showered and dressed. “Yay! You’re clean!” Ray said, running over and hugging Frank. Frank laughed and nodded his head. “Yeah…” They still had about ten minutes before they had to go, so Ray decided he might ask about Gerard and things of that sort. Frank just sighed and was silent for a moment. “Well, what the hell do you want me to say, Ray? That after twenty-two years of living, I’ve finally decided to say ‘hello World, guess what? I like guys!’ and then confess that I like Gerard or something?” Ray blinked, paused, and then nodded. “Um…yeah, that sounds accurate.” Frank stared at Ray for a moment, then rolled his eyes and walked over to a window in his living room, opening it wide. “Frank…what are you doing?” Ray asked, walking over to the window. Frank simply gave him a grin before he stuck his head out the window. “HEY EVERYBODY! I LIKE GUYS!!” Frank yelled at the top of his lungs, laughing at the people who turned to look up at him. Then he brought his head safely back into his apartment and closed the window, turning to Ray. Ray laughed, “Well, I guess that’s one way to do it…” “Yeah, I guess.” Frank said with a shrug. “You forgot the last part, though.” Ray said. Frank looked confused, so Ray explained further. “The part about Gerard.” “Oh, yeah. That.” Frank said, biting his lip. Ray nodded. “Yup, that.” Frank was silent for a little while. “I punched him the other night.” Ray raised an eyebrow “What?” “I punched him…” Frank said, a small, sheepish small coming to his face. “You punched him?” Ray said, somehow finding this amusing. Frank nodded. “I punched him. And…uh…told him not to touch me again…aaand called him a fag…” Ray didn’t say anything for a minute. “Well, Frank, I think it’s obvious that that’s not usually the thing you do to someone you like…” “Yeah, thanks, Ray, I realized that. I was just…weirded out. This has sorta been a really weird couple of weeks.” Frank said. “Damn. Well…I guess you’ll have to pray to God that Gerard’s a forgiving man.” Ray said, walking away from the window, “Now come on. We’ve gotta get to work.” Frank didn’t “come out” to anyone other than Ray and the numerous people that were on the street that particular morning. He was already starting to feel nervous about having said anything, but it was at least better that he didn’t have to be defensive around Ray anymore. It made the week more pleasant, despite the fact that Frank learned that due to his absences on Monday and Tuesday, he’d been scheduled to work on Sunday, the 24th (on a normal schedule he would have worked that day anyway, but he’d usually get it off for Christmas.) and Christmas Day. Friday afternoon, around 3-ish, Frank got an insane craving for a caramel latte, and walked down to Starbucks at once. The line was pleasantly small, so in only five minutes, Frank was drinking his much desired caffeine fix. That’s about when he felt eyes watching him. He looked around and it took him only a millisecond to find who it was - Gerard, sitting alone at a small table. Frank stood motionless in the middle of the floor for a moment, unsure of what to do. Then, nervously and cautiously, he walked over to Gerard’s table and sat down in an empty chair positioned across from Gerard’s seat. “Um…hi…” Frank said. Gerard’s face had a small bruise where Frank remembered punching him, the sight of it made him feel sick with guilt. “Hello.” Gerard said, drinking some of his own coffee. He made no effort to further the conversation. Frank sat nibbling on his lip ring for a minute or two before finally getting the courage to speak. “Gerard, I’m so sorry for what I did the other night. I really, really am. It was really uncalled for, I’m sorry.” Gerard listened to Frank’s apology and said nothing for a minute. Frank’s face did look stricken with guilt and remorse. Finally he spoke. “I’m sorry, too. I kind of…instigated, I guess.” Frank sighed a little with relief. Maybe Gerard didn’t hate him. “So, can we call a truce?” Frank’s hopeful face made Gerard smile and he nodded. “Yeah, sure.” The two shook hands on it, laughing. Frank examined the bruise on Gerard’s jaw a little more. “Damn, I really got you, eh?” “Yeah, unfortunately.” Gerard said with a laugh. The two talked for a while more, finishing their coffees just before they began to get cold. “Well, I better get home…” Frank said after a while, standing up. Gerard stood up too. “I’ll go turn my car on and walk you home, so when I get back it’s warm.” Frank accepted the offer and the two walked out of the Starbucks. Frank waited patiently as Gerard started his car, got back out, and walked over to him. When they breathed out, small white puffs of air gently floated away, showing in plain view just how cold it was. They were outside Frank’s apartment door in a matter of a few short minutes, due to brisk walking. “Alright, see you later.” Gerard said. Frank nodded and reached to the doorknob. “Yeah, bye…” As he began to turn the doorknob, he got a sudden impulse to do something. He turned his face back up to look at Gerard, looking like he was about to say something. Gerard slightly inclined his eyebrows, wondering why Frank had suddenly paused. Frank furrowed his own eyebrows, as if in deep thought about something, and then he stepped a bit closer to Gerard and, moving slowly, planted a soft kiss on the corner of Gerard’s lips. After, Frank pulled away quickly, his eyes wide in disbelief of his actions. “Shit…” He muttered under his breath, giving Gerard one last look and rushing into his apartment before Gerard had a chance to do anything. Chapter Seven 38 | comment

Skeptics and True Believers, Chapter Five [21 Feb 2006|06:51pm] Title: Skeptics and True Believers Band/Pairing: Frankie Iero/ Gerard Way Author: -raises hand- me! Pick me!...supermonkey91 Rating: well overall it’ll probably go up to R. Right now in the beginning it’s all…nothing. Haha, yeah. Summary: Oh boy, I suck at summaries. Well, um, Frank and Gerard meet as complete strangers in a summer dance lesson, both with significant others - Frank a girlfriend, Gerard a boyfriend. The lesson ends and the two go their separate ways, and then one day Frank bumps into a familiar face (Gerard) at a Starbucks and blah blah blah. Haha, it gets better, I swear. Disclaimer: It. Did. Not. Happen. And I don’t own these guys, and I’m not in any way associated with them. I just like their music and stuff. And write completely fictional stories about them. Yay. Author’s notes or any other stuff: Chapter five, here to save the day from crime. Not my favorite chapter, but necessary. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. Previous Chapters Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five The next morning, Frank woke up at six, due to the fact that Gerard was up and moving around the apartment. He’d had no more distressing dreams over the course of the night, for which he was very thankful, and now he only had one other thing to worry about: getting to work on time. He practically jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen where Gerard was. Frank guessed that Gerard went to work later than he did, because Gerard was still clad in boxers. Frank didn’t have time to be embarrassed about anything, though. “Gerard? Do you have a phone I can borrow real quick?” Frank asked. Gerard looked at him for a second and then nodded, pointing to a portable phone over on the counter. Frank thanked him and walked over to the phone, dialing Ray’s cell phone number. “Hello?” Ray sounded like he’d still been sleeping. Frank wouldn’t be surprised, Ray lived less than a block away from the store so he didn’t wake up until a little later. “Ray? Hey, it’s Frank, look, could you pick me up this morning? I’m not at my apartment, though…” Frank spoke quickly, eyeing the clock warily. “What? Not at your apartment? Where are you, then?” Ray asked, Frank heard him yawn. Luckily there was some mail sitting on the counter, so Frank read the address there. “Why did you call me now? It’s fucking early, man…” Ray complained after having written down the address. “Because, Ray, I know you. After this, it’ll take you at LEAST fifteen minutes to get ready. Then, from where you live, it’s probably about a twenty minute drive here. And then another fifteen to the store. I’ll see you in a bit, alright?” Frank said, getting ready to hang up the phone. “Yup. Bye.” “Bye.” Frank hung up the phone and set it back down on the table. “I could have driven you, I don’t have to leave here until about 7:30.” Gerard said. Frank shrugged. “Yeah, well, I feel less like an ass bossing around my friend rather than having you chauffer me places.” He walked into the living room and changed back into his jeans, not bothering to change shirts. Gerard raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so what, are you insinuating that I’m not your friend?” Frank shook his head and tried to comb down his hair with hands. “No, no, that’s not what I meant! You’re my friend…but Ray…I dunno, I’ve known him longer. Therefore, that gives me the right of passage to demand favors of him.” “Alright, then, whatever you say…” Gerard went back to drinking a cup of coffee he had just gotten himself, watching Frank pace back and forth through the apartment, glancing at the clock often. “Frank! Relax, man. Sit down.” Gerard instructed. Frank blinked and remained standing for a minute before walking over to the table and sitting down. He continued to watch the clock and drum his fingers on the table. The tapping noise started to drive Gerard positively crazy after a good two minutes, so he reached out and grabbed Frank’s hands, making him stop. Frank gave him an odd look, so Gerard explained his action. “Your finger tapping was starting to drive me up a wall.” Frank shrugged and pulled his hands free from Gerard’s grip. Now free of the tapping, silence began to drive Gerard insane. “So, Frank…how’d you sleep?” Frank thought back to the dream he’d had and tried not to get embarrassed over something Gerard was oblivious about. “Um, I slept good. I mean, other than the time I woke up. Well…woke you up. Sorry about that, sometimes I talk in my sleep.” “No problem. I thought you needed something, calling my name and whatnot, then I came out here and you were still sleeping. What were you dreaming about, anyway?” Gerard asked innocently, taking another drink of coffee. Frank couldn’t help it, he blushed. “Um…uh…well, I…uh, I don’t really remember…” He clenched his hands and prayed to whoever would listen that Gerard wouldn’t notice his face turning bright red. Gerard did, of course, seeing as you can’t miss someone’s head turning the color of a tomato. “Oh, that’s too bad.” Gerard said simply, trying not to grin at Frank’s red cheeks. He stood up and walked to the kitchen sink, pouring out the remainder of his coffee and jumping when there was a sudden knock on the door. Frank stood up and rushed to the door, opening it. Ray stood there, looking relieved about finding Frank. “Thank god, man. I knocked on the wrong door a few minutes ago and was practically mauled by a pissed off old lady.” Ray said, causing Frank to laugh. Ray looked over Frank’s shoulder and into the apartment, tilting his head when he saw Gerard, who was watching from the kitchen. “Who’s that?” “Oh, um…” Frank turned to look at Gerard for a second. “That’s…um…that’s Gerard. This is his apartment…yeah.” Ray looked at Gerard then looked at Frank, raised an eyebrow suggestively, and pushed past him, strolling up to Gerard and outstretching his hand. “Hi, I’m Ray Toro, Frank’s driving slave.” Frank watched as Gerard shook Ray’s hand with a grin on his face. “Nice to meet you, Ray. I’m Gera--” “Gerard, yeah, I know. Frank’s kinda talked about you. A lot. It’s kinda funny really, it’s almost like he has a cru--” Frank bolted over to Ray and jabbed him hard in the side, gritting his teeth. “Ray, I think we should go before you really piss me off.” But, to Frank’s displeasure, Ray just shrugged and turned back to Gerard. “Has he ever given you his death glare? It can be terrifying, seriously. See, I saw it just the other day, cause Frank doesn’t like people questioning his sexual orientation, do you Frankie-boy?” Frank glared at Ray, wondering where the hell he was going with this conversation. “No, I don’t. Let’s go.” “If you ask me, he’s just in a mad case of denial. Cause like last month or something, we were at this club, right? And I swear on my life I saw Frank checking out a guy.” Ray continued. Gerard simply listened to the whole conversation with a smirk on his face. Frank, however, wasn’t enjoying himself. “RAY! For the love of God, man! I am STRAIGHT! I like GIRLS. I like to fuck GIRLS, and think about GIRLS, and masturbate to thoughts of GIRLS. Not guys, ok? So shut your fucking mouth and let’s go. Now.” Ray grinned, liking the fact that he’d succeeded in bugging Frank. “Sure thing Frankie. Later Gerard, nice meeting you.” “Nice meeting you, too. See yah Frank.” Gerard said, giving a small wave. “Yeah. Bye.” Frank said, he and Ray walking out of the apartment. “So, is that a new shirt you’re wearing or something?” Ray asked once the two were driving in the car. Frank was confused for a minute, and then realized what Ray was talking about and shook his head. “No, it’s Gerard’s.” “Oooh, yeah, should’ve guessed. It’s your boyfriend’s,” Ray said, smirking. Frank shook his head and sighed. “Ray, I’m not gay.” “Well Frank, I’m not stupid. So one of us is lying.” Ray answered blatantly. The two sat in silence, broken only by a complaint from Frank once he realized he’d forgotten his shirt at Gerard’s. “See Frank? This is your subconscious’s way of setting something up so you have an excuse to see your lover boy again.” Frank rolled his eyes. “No, it’s not. And stop calling him names like that.” At exactly 9:15 PM, Frank got a phone call. He was hanging out with Ray that night, since he was tired of playing video games alone. So, he paused the game and walked lazily to the phone, picking it up. “Hello?” He asked, tapping his foot on the floor. “Hey, Frank? It’s Gerard. Look, sorry to bug you, but you left my shirt at your house…” Ray walked in the room and mouthed ‘who is it’ at Frank, who just shook his head. “Yeah, I realized that like, ten minutes after I left.” “You wanna come get it?” Gerard asked, his voice muffled slightly by some quiet static in the background. “This late?” Frank asked with a questioning look on his face. There was a pause on the other end. “Yeah, sure, why not. Then maybe we could go hang out somewhere for a bit, like a club or something.” “Well, Ray is sorta hanging over here tonight…” Frank said, Ray looking up at the mention of his name. “Cool, well, bring him too. Come on, what else are you going to do?” Frank paused. There wasn’t really much for them to do, and going to a club would be minutely entertaining, and he could get his shirt back. “Um…ok, then, sure.” Gerard then proceeded to give him the address to a club nearby, and then the two hung up. “Come on Ray…” Frank said, putting the phone down. “We’re going out tonight.” It was hard to find Gerard in the club. For a Thursday night, you really wouldn’t think that a place would be packed, but this club was. Ray and Frank searched for almost twenty minutes before finding him. Gerard handed Frank his shirt, which Frank simply put on over his other, not wanting to carry around the shirt the whole night. The trio walked up to a bar, somehow finding a few spaces free, and they sat down, all ordering beers, which were handed to them quickly before the bar tender rushed off to the other side of the bar. While Ray and Gerard sipped theirs, Frank downed his quickly, and then announced to the two that he was going to go dance. The music in the club was terribly loud, and from where Ray and Gerard sat you could see the dancers. Frank pushed himself right in the middle, quickly finding a willing girl to dance with. Ray watched Frank for a while and then turned to Gerard, who watched Frank intently with a face of mixed emotions. “You got a thing for him, eh?” Ray asked casually. Gerard turned away from Frank to look Ray in the eye. “No, really? Is it really that obvious?” Gerard said sarcastically. Ray laughed, and the two went back to watching him dance for a little before Gerard spoke again. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so bad before…” “Things that are hard to get always make someone feel that way. Like Frank. You see how he acts when someone questions if he’s straight or not. The guy freaks out.” Gerard thought about the night before, Quinn kissing Frank. He felt a pang of jealousy for a split second. “Yeah…he does…” “His parents divorced because his dad was cheating on his mom with another guy. I can’t imagine that would encourage the thought of actually being gay or anything himself.” Ray said. Gerard nodded, taking a sip of his beer. “Yeah, that would really suck.” Frank came back from dancing a minute later with some red hair girl about half an inch shorter than Frank himself. Both laughed and smiled at each other, sipping at some drinks Frank bought them. It was a good half an hour before the girl finally left, saying she had to wake up early tomorrow for a flight. Knowing very well that they’d never see each other again, Frank and the girl bid farewell to each other, not even bothering to exchange phone numbers. “Jeez. Finally. Her laugh was starting to kill me. I could feel the sound of it entering my head and popping my brain cells.” Ray said, Gerard laughing at the comment and nodding his head in agreement. “Hey, I thought she was nice. And pretty.” Frank said. Gerard just smirked. “Yeah, sure. And that’s why you two didn’t exchange numbers.” “Hey, shut up.” Frank said, taking a gulp of his third beer. “Aw, I’m sorry Frank. Come on, let’s go dance, I’ll make it up to you.” Gerard said, standing up and walking over to Frank’s chair, waiting for him. Frank simply gave him an odd look. “Come on, it’s just for fun. It’s not like we’re a couple or anything, and we’ll never even see the people who are here ever again.” Gerard said, sticking out his lower lip in a pout. “Please?” “Ugh. Fine.” Frank said, sliding off his chair and walking off with Gerard. Gerard pulled Frank to the very center of a lot of other dancing people, so that their bodies were forced to be close together. The two stood facing each other, and Gerard placed his hands on Frank’s hips. Feeling Frank hesitate, Gerard moved his mouth to Frank’s ear, whispering to him, “Relax, Frank. We’re just dancing.” The loud music rattled their ear drums, and after a minute or two, Gerard moved behind Frank, keeping his hand’s firmly on Frank’s waist. The body heat of the others around them was making the two sweat, and as more people joined around them, soon Gerard was pressed up firmly against Frank’s backside. Gerard decided to take a risk or two and he lowered one of his hands from Frank’s waist down to the inside of Frank’s thigh, dangerously close to Frank’s crotch. Gerard faintly heard Frank gasp, but he ignored it, keeping his hand there and moving it around ever so slowly. “Ge…Gerard…s-stop. Stop it…” Frank said, taking in a sharp breath when Gerard began to plant slow kisses on Frank’s neck. “Stop Gerard, I mean it…” Frank said, though his body was already beginning to betray him. He tried desperately not to moan when Gerard nipped softly at the exposed skin on his neck. “Jesus Christ….stop it…” “Why, Frank?” Gerard asked directly into Frank’s ear so his voice could be heard over the music. “You seem to be enjoying it…” Gerard said, brushing his hand over the erection growing in Frank’s pants. “N-no, I’m not. Seriously, stop…” Frank pleaded again. “You’re not your dad, Frank, you’re not hurting anyone by being who you are…” Gerard whispered in his ear. Frank shook his head and pulled out of Gerard grasp. “You shut up, ok?! Don’t talk about things you don’t know! Don’t fucking touch me! Ever! Just don’t! You may be a fucking fag, but I’m not, ok?! So leave me the fuck alone!” Frank yelled, pushing his way through a crowd of people who shot him annoyed glances. Gerard followed him, but when he grabbed Frank’s wrist to try and stop him, Frank turned around and punched him square in the jaw, hard. Frank pulled away again, storming over to Ray and practically pulling him out of the club. “Whoa, Frank, what’s going on?” Ray asked when they reached Ray’s car in the parking lot. “We’re leaving. Now.” Frank said curtly, getting in the car. Ray got in and decided not to ask questions. He drove Frank home, keeping the silence. Occasionally he’d hear Frank muttering “jesus christ” or “fucking queer” under his breath, and he just shook his head. Before Frank got out of Ray’s car when they reached his apartment, Ray stopped him. Frank looked at him, seeming fiercely annoyed, and Ray looked him straight in the eyes. “You’re not fooling anyone Frank. Life’s too short to lie through it all. Don’t blame someone else’s mistakes on yourself, ok?” Ray said. Frank stared at him and then shook his head. “Fuck you.” He said, getting out of the car and slamming the door. Ray watched his friend walk into his apartment and then shook his head again, sighing, and drove away. Chapter Six _______________________________________________________________________________________________ A/N (Read or die. Mwahaha.): Just so everyone knows...Frank is 22, Ray, Bert, and Bob are 23, and Quinn and Gerard are 24. And the year is 2000 (And if we all remember correctly, it's still December so far. Mmkay? Mmkay, sounds good to me.) The ending. 28 | comment

Skeptics and True Believers, Chapter Four [20 Feb 2006|06:14pm] Title: Skeptics and True Believers Band/Pairing: Frankie Iero/ Gerard Way Author: -raises hand- me! Pick me!...supermonkey91 Rating: well overall it’ll probably go up to R. Right now in the beginning it’s all…nothing. Haha, yeah. Summary: Oh boy, I suck at summaries. Well, um, Frank and Gerard meet as complete strangers in a summer dance lesson, both with significant others - Frank a girlfriend, Gerard a boyfriend. The lesson ends and the two go their separate ways, and then one day Frank bumps into a familiar face (Gerard) at a Starbucks and blah blah blah. Haha, it gets better, I swear. Disclaimer: It. Did. Not. Happen. And I don’t own these guys, and I’m not in any way associated with them. I just like their music and stuff. And write completely fictional stories about them. Yay. Author’s notes or any other stuff: I had to go to a wedding in another state this weekend, so I’ve been busy. That’s my excuse for why this is a late update. By the way…this chapter is pretty damn long…so…yeah. Heh. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. Previous Chapters Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four That Sunday Frank had work, and he was almost happy to go. Happy to go someplace where’d he actually just be doing something, without it requiring that much thinking. He woke up late, though, at 6. Thrown into a rush, he took a super quick shower, slipped into some clothes, and ran around his apartment to find his car keys. Finding the keys took almost ten minutes, and finally Frank left his apartment. The moment he stumbled down the stairs and opened the front door he knew he was screwed. It had snowed again, and there was at least 7 new inches on the ground. The streets had been sloppily plowed, but his car was covered. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he spent another fifteen minutes brushing off his car before finally getting in. Slightly more calm now, Frank inserted the car key and turned it. The car made noises like it was starting, but then there was a loud grumbling noise and then silence. “No fucking way.” Frank said, closing his eyes and letting out a frustrated sigh before trying and turning the key again and again, only getting the same result. Annoyed beyond belief, Frank stepped out of his car and slammed the door, staring at his car for a moment. “Stupid piece of SHIT!!” He yelled, kicking the tires and smacking the doors and hood. This went on for a while, until a car pulled up beside Frank and honked it’s horn. Ready to flip off whoever the motherfucker was, Frank turned around, only to see that the driver was the blonde haired guy from the party. Quinn. Quinn rolled down his window and raised his eyebrows at Frank. “Hey, Frank, right?” He asked. Frank nodded. Quinn smiled. “You need a ride, Frank?” Again Frank nodded. Quinn motioned for Frank to get into the car and Frank did just that. “Um…thanks…Quinn.” Frank said as he sat down. Quinn shrugged. “No problem. Where do you need to go, exactly?” “You know that CD and book place a few miles from here? It doesn’t really have a name…it just has a sign that says CD’s, books, and more.” Frank described. Quinn nodded and started driving in the direction of the place. “So you met Gerard and Bert at that dance lesson they took over the summer, right?” Quinn asked, trying to make some kind of conversation. Frank nodded. “Um…yeah. Never thought I’d see either of them again. My ex girlfriend, Jamia, tried to keep contact with some of the people from the class, but once we uh…broke up, I didn’t talk to any of them or anything…” Quinn just nodded in silent understanding, coming to stop at a red light. At the light, Quinn turned to look at Frank with a small grin on his face. Frank raised his eyebrows questioningly, and Quinn snickered. “Look, I know you’re straight and all, so I hope you don’t mind me saying this…but since Gee ran into you at Starbucks or whatever, he’s been talking about you like a mad man for the past few days. I think he has a little thing going for you.” Frank felt his face redden at the memory of the pool game once more. He cleared his throat and shrugged. “Yeah, well, I guess I can’t really help him much with that…” The light turned green, Quinn started driving again, still looking at Frank out of the corner of his eye with a little smile on his face. A couple minutes later, they reached Frank’s work and Quinn stopped the car. “Thanks for the ride, a lot. I um, I guess I’ll see you later. Bye.” Frank said. “Yeah, no problem. See you around sometime.” Quinn said, giving a small wave as Frank got out of the car and walked into the store. When he was gone from sight, Quinn laughed little to himself. “He is such a closet case…” He said to the cold air, driving away. Frank, now inside the store, walked over to the CD section, spotting one of his friends who also worked there; a nice, somewhat crazy guy named Ray, who’s most memorable trait was his afro. Ray was opening a few boxes of newly received CD’s and placing them in piles, seeing as they still had about an hour before the store opened. “Hey there, Ray…” Frank said, walking over to the man. Frank’s friend turned to him and smiled, handing him a box to open. “Hey Frank, what’s up?” “Eh, nothing much. Where’s Bob?” Frank asked, using a pair of scissors that Ray had been using to open the box of CD’s. Ray shrugged. “Not here yet. Where were you on Saturday? I called your place around two and no one answered.” Frank started putting the CD’s into piles. “I wasn’t there. You know how I was telling you about running into that guy at Starbucks that I knew from those dance lessons? I was at his place.” Ray stopped what he was doing and gave friend an odd, questioning look. Frank made a face and shook his head. “I didn’t mean it like that, you weirdo. Fucking jumping to conclusions. God, you’re fucking sick.” “Fine, Mr. Defensive, please elaborate for us weirdoes in the peanut gallery.” Frank gave Ray a death glare and then started explaining. “Well, on Friday I was bored out of my mind, so I called him. He invited me to his friend’s party. I went with him, got trashed, and he let me stay at his place for the night...you pervert, stop looking at me like that, I slept on the couch When I woke up, he had gone to work, so I just waited till he got back to drive me home.” Ray nodded, putting some of the CD’s on their proper shelves and then returning to unpack another box. “So this guy, Gerard, does he like you or something?” Ray asked casually. “What?!” Frank asked, putting some CD’s on their shelves as well. Ray shrugged. “You said he was gay, right? I dunno, inviting you to a party, letting you stay at his place…maybe he likes you or something. Haha, look at you, you’re fucking blushing.” “No I’m not, you crack head!” Frank yelled, shoving Ray on the shoulder. “Yes, you are.” Ray said, laughing. “Maybe little Frankie here isn’t quite as straight as he’s made himself out to beeeee!” “Ray…” Frank’s face was, indeed, red now. But Ray quickly saw that it wasn’t blushing any longer. He was giving Ray the ultimate death glare. Which, coming from Frank Iero, was one of the most frightening things on Earth. “Oh shit…” Ray said, about to move away, until another man came walking up to them. This man was blonde, adorning a lip ring much like Frank. “Hey guys, what’s u-- oh, whoa. Frank’s pissed. What the fuck did you do, Toro?” The man asked. Ray looked at him with wide eyes, dashing over and latching onto his arm. “Save me, Bob, he looks homicidal this time!” Ray said in a scared voice. Frank continued to stare at Ray, and Ray swore he could feel lasers coming from Frank’s eyes and burning into his skull. After what seemed like a lifetime to the frightened man, Frank finally took a deep breath and looked away. “Jeez, Ray, what’d you do to the guy? I thought he was going to gut you out with the scissors or something!” Bob said as Ray cautiously let go of his arm and went back to opening the remaining boxes. Ray just shrugged, so Bob looked at Frank for an explanation. Frank was glaring at Ray again, though. “Listen, alright? My fucking car quit on me this morning and I’ve got one bitch of a headache, I don’t need you being here to piss me off. I’m not a fucking queer, Toro!” Frank practically growled out, marching away with a pile of CD’s to put away. “Ah, I get what happened. You know he gets pissed off when you do shit like that, man.” Bob said, helping Ray as he struggled to open a box. Ray shrugged. “Oh well. He’s just in denial. You know he stayed at that Gerard guy’s house?” Bob opened his eyes a little wider in surprise. Ray nodded and continued. “Yeah, after the guy invited him to a party with him. I think Frank’s new friend has a little crush, what about you?” “I dunno. If he does, he’s wasting his time. Frank is a determined little sucker, and right now I think he’s pretty damned determined to prove to the world that he’s straight.” Bob said, watching Frank who was putting CD’s on shelves about 15 feet away. “I’m telling you, man. He’s got a mad case of denial. But, since I’m fond of keeping my life, I guess I just won’t mention it again, right?” Ray said with a small laugh. Bob laughed too, before heading off to go straighten up some other parts of the store. “HAPPY FIVE O CLOCK!!!” Ray shouted hours later, running behind Frank and giving him a hug and then twirling around, giving Bob a high five. Frank laughed and shoved Ray on the shoulder. “You’re so stupid. And I think you just scared the girl over there, way to go.” “Yeah, Ray, really smooth. Scare away the customers.” Bob said, patting Ray on the back. Ray took a small bow. “Thanks, I have a talent. Seriously, though, aren’t you guys glad to get out of here? That girl’s like, the only customer today. Her and that old guy…by the way, Frank, do you need a ride home?” Frank nodded, and the trio talked a bit more before making their ways out of the store, Bob walking to his car and bidding the other two goodbye. Ray and Frank waved at him and then walked to Ray’s car, getting inside. “Thanks for driving me, Ray. Hey, do you think you can pick me up for the next few mornings? Just until I can find out what the hell is wrong with my car. Maybe take it to a shop or something…” Frank said, leaning back in the car seat and taking a deep breath. “Sure, no problem. By the way, sorry for tweaking you off so bad this morning.” “That’s alright. I was just kinda upset about my car and a few other things.” A few seconds later they were at Frank’s apartment. Frank said goodbye and went up to his apartment, happy to spend his next few hours awake watching tv and staring into space. Wednesday afternoon when Ray dropped Frank off, Frank remembered something. “Ray, I have to bring in my car today, would you be able to pick me up after? I’m sorry I didn’t ask sooner or anything…” Ray bit his lip and thought for a minute. “I dunno, Frank. I’m going to be busy tonight until like…eight, eight-thirty. I’m guessing you’d need me sooner.” “Yeah…oh well, that’s alright. Thanks anyway, I’ll see you later.” Frank said, getting out of the car. Ray apologized again and then drove off, off to whatever business he had to attend to. Once in his apartment, Frank headed straight for the phone, dialing a number that he didn’t even realize he still had. “Hello?” The person on the other line finally answered after a few rings. “Hey, Gerard?” Frank asked. He recognized the voice, he knew it was Gerard. “Hey, it’s Frank. Look, I was wondering if you could do a big favor for me tonight…” “Um…alright, what do you need?” “Well, my car sort of…had some problems yesterday. I got it to work…sort of, but I’m driving it in to a shop. I think the thing’s on it’s last leg. Anyway, I know I won’t get the car back until at least Friday, so do you think you could give me a ride home from the car shop?” Frank leaned against his kitchen counter, chewing absentmindedly on a thumb nail as he spoke. There was a short pause on the other line. “Uh, yeah, sure. Where’s the car place?” Frank gave Gerard the address. “Gerard, thank you so much. Seriously, this is awesome of you. I’ll give you another call when I need you to pick me up, alright?” “Yeah, sure. See you later.” “Bye.” Frank hung up the phone. Then he grabbed his car keys, grabbed his cell phone, stuffed Gerard’s phone number into his pocket, and walked outside. After a few minutes of mindless begging and persuading, Frank’s car came to a wobbly start, clunking down the road with an unpromising gait. Luckily, the car shop was only about fifteen miles away, or else Frank was sure he’d be pushing his car half the way there. He arrived at the place just on time, which was a good thing, seeing as the shop had already remained open later for Frank’s sake. The hood of Frank’s car was steaming, and Frank could tell he wasn’t going to be driving it out of there anytime soon. The moment he got out of the car, he slipped and fell on ice, scratching the right side of his face and knocking the air out of him. “Oh, fuuuuck…” He remained laying on the ground for a minute, cursing the ice and holding his stomach until he could breath again. When he, cautiously, stood back up, he saw in the car’s side mirrors that the small gash on his face was bleeding. Still cursing and grumbling under his breath, Frank licked his index finger and made an attempt to wash the blood away and walked inside the shop. Despite Frank being their only customer at the time, it took the shop a long time to do anything. First Frank had to sign a bunch of shit, repeat about five times what was wrong with the car, and try not to get annoyed with the service men, who were obviously pissed off with staying late. It was about seven when Frank was finally free to go. He called Gerard and informed him, and Gerard showed up about ten minutes later. “Hey…” Frank said, waving. Gerard smiled and Frank got into Gerard’s car. “Hey there. What’d you do to your face?” Gerard asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Frank just shook his head. “I fell on some ice. Didn’t I tell you? God hates me.” Gerard laughed. “Oh, I see. Hey, look, I just talked with Bert, Jeph and Quinn, they’re stopping by my house for a bit to just hang out. You wanna come over for a while?” “Um…sure, why the hell not.” Frank said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like going home, even if the alternative was spending part of the night in the company of people who were pretty much strangers. The 30 minute car ride back to Gerard’s house was a quiet one. A few words were exchanged, but mostly the only sound was the music playing. Occasionally Gerard would sing along quietly. “You have a nice voice…” Frank said randomly in the middle of a song. Gerard turned to him and laughed a little bit. “Not really.” He said, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers. “Fine, then, don’t believe me.” Frank said, not in the mood to defend himself. Luckily, Gerard‘s place was only about another five minutes away. When Gerard parked the car and they both got out, they saw that Bert, Quinn, and Jepha had arrived at the same time as well. “Hey look, it’s Frank!” Bert acknowledged loudly. Frank nodded and waved, and Jeph made a comment about how glad he was he was no longer going to be the only straight guy at Gerard’s house tonight. Together the five walked into Gerard’s apartment, Jeph immediately walking over to the pool table, challenging Gerard to a game. Gerard accepted the offer and the two began their game immediately. Frank watched them for a few minutes, the memory of his and Gerard’s pool game occasionally popping up, but always being suffocated by Frank once more. Eventually, Frank found himself being pulled away from the table and over to the couch by Bert and Quinn. “How’re you Frank?” Quinn asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Frank sat in the middle of Quinn and Bert, who was likewise sitting cross-legged. “Um…fine…” Frank answered somewhat awkwardly. Both Bert and Quinn were staring at him with strange gleams in their eyes. “Good, good.” Quinn said, nodding. Bert giggled a bit. Frank’s eyes darted between the two of them as Quinn talked once more. “So, Frankie…you say that you’re straight, correct?” Frank nodded. “Well, what would you say if Quinn and I said we didn’t quiet believe you?” Bert asked, exchanging a grin with Quinn. Frank was starting to get a little bit edgy with all the people poking at his sexuality. “Um, I’d say that you guys shouldn’t really judge stuff like that when you hardly know me…” Quinn and Bert both laughed, Jeph and Gerard completely oblivious to this situation. Quinn spoke up again. “Yeah, but Frank, that’s what we’re doing. We’re judging. We want to run some tests to try and prove our hypothesis.” “Your…hypothesis? What’s your hypothesis?” Frank asked, raising his eyebrows a bit. “That you’re a closet case!!” Quinn said with an excited squeal. Frank shook his head. “You guys are crazy, I’m not doing any tests or anyth---” Frank paused as Quinn straddled his lap. He frowned and tried to push Quinn off, to no avail. Exasperated, Frank turned to Jeph and Gerard and tried to get their attention. “Guys?! Help! Please!! Help me!” The two finally looked over and stared at the situation, before finally Jeph said something. “Quinn, what are you doing to the poor guy? I thought you laid off straight guys.” Quinn shrugged. “I do, Jeph, just not when I think they’re really not straight.” He responded with a grin. “Come on, Quinn, lay off him. Seriously.” Gerard said unenthusiastically, seeing as he was secretly enjoying this. Frank, on the contrary, was trying desperately to break free, but both Quinn and Bert made sure that wasn’t going to happen. “Oh, I will. I promise, I will.” Quinn said. Frank sighed with some relief. “But…” But. There was always a but. Frank glared up at Quinn, who grinned down at him. “He has to kiss me first.” “What? Fuck no! That’s fucking gross! Get off me, will you?” Frank protested, squirming around and once more looking to Jeph and Gerard for help. Jeph just shrugged. “I dunno, man. I think you might just have to do it. Unless you want Quinn sitting on your crotch all night.” Frank grimaced and turned back to Quinn, giving him the ultimate death glare. Amazingly, Quinn seemed unaffected. Sighing again, but this time in annoyance, Frank stopped flailing around. “Fine.” “Yay!” Quinn said, clapping. Frank shook his head, about to say something more in objection to the whole thing, but he was stopped by Quinn pressing his lips to Frank’s. Frank took in a sharp air of breath and kissed back, seeing as he was being forced to. Quinn cleverly pulled sharply on Frank’s lip ring, making Frank gasp and giving Quinn’s tongue easy access; much to Frank’s distress. Despite himself, the friction and pressure Quinn was applying to Frank’s ’lower’ area, was starting to get to him and he felt blood rushing from other areas down to the one place he wished it wouldn’t. Luckily, Quinn broke the kiss before anything got too noticeable. “Ok, now get the fuck off of me!” Frank yelled, shoving Quinn away and standing up, running into Gerard kitchen, turning on the sink, and taking gulps of water, swishing them around, and spitting them out. When he came back out, Bert and Quinn were still laughing, Gerard was smirking, and Jeph just shook his head sympathetically. For the rest of the night, Frank tried not to talk to Quinn, and spent most of his time watching Jeph and Gerard play pool. Jeph, Bert, and Quinn left around eleven, and by eleven thirty, it was snowing again. Gerard looked out a window and turned back to Frank, who was leaning against the apartment’s door. “I dunno…we can chance it, but my car’s really bad in snow. You can hardly even see out there.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh…well…um…I can call a taxi or something.” Frank said with a shrug, though he really didn’t feel up to a taxi. Gerard nodded. “Yeah, I guess. You’re always welcome to stay here, too, if you’d like. Whatever floats your boat.” Frank chewed on his lip ring for a minute or two. “Um…I think I might stay here tonight, if that’s alright. I don’t feel like getting in a car accident tonight.” “Ok, cool. You want anything to sleep in?” Gerard asked. Frank shrugged and nodded, and a few minutes later Gerard came back from his room holding out a pair of black and gray plaid pajama pants, and a black t-shirt with a red design on it. Frank put these things on, and seeing as Gerard was a little bigger than he was, the shirt was baggy and the pants were slung low on his hips, the pant’s ends covering his feet. Then, after exchanging goodnights, Frank laid down on Gerard’s couch and fell asleep. “Frank? Frank?” Frank woke up to Gerard nudging his shoulder. It was still dark out, and the only thing illuminating the two was moonlight streaking in from a solitaire window. “Huh? What?” Frank asked, squinting his eyes. Gerard was kneeling by the couch, dressed only in boxers, his hair messy from the few hours of sleep he’d gotten so far. “You…uh, you were calling my name, is everything alright?” He asked, stifling a yawn. Frank nodded. “Um…yeah. Just had a really weird dream…” “Oh, alright. You need anything, water or anything?” Gerard asked, standing up and looking down at Frank. “Um…yeah, sure. Thanks.” Gerard walked into the kitchen and Frank sat up a bit, and that’s when he noticed. He moved his hand down to the crotch-area of the pants he was wearing and, sure enough, there was a small wet spot there. His eyes became wide and his heart started to beat a bit faster. “Gerard said I was calling his name…does that mean…oh shit…”Frank ran a hand threw his hair and shook his head. “No, this is just…a mind trick or something. This has happened before. Like that dream I had about that really creepy girl in high school. Nothing different about this.” Gerard walked back with a bottle of water and handed it to Frank. Frank looked up at Gerard and blushed nervously, grateful that it was still dark out. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Gerard asked once more. Frank nodded again. “Yeah, yeah I’m good.” “Ok. ‘night.” Gerard said, walking away and back into his room. Frank laid there for a while until, praying for no more dreams, he fell back asleep. Chapter Five 8 | comment

Skeptics and True Believers, Chapter Three [12 Feb 2006|12:35pm] Title: Skeptics and True Believers Band/Pairing: Frankie Iero/ Gerard Way Author: -raises hand- me! Pick me!...supermonkey91 Rating: well overall it’ll probably go up to R. Right now in the beginning it’s all…nothing. Haha, yeah. Summary: Oh boy, I suck at summaries. Well, um, Frank and Gerard meet as complete strangers in a summer dance lesson, both with significant others - Frank a girlfriend, Gerard a boyfriend. The lesson ends and the two go their separate ways, and then one day Frank bumps into a familiar face (Gerard) at a Starbucks and blah blah blah. Haha, it gets better, I swear. Disclaimer: It. Did. Not. Happen. And I don’t own these guys, and I’m not in any way associated with them. I just like their music and stuff. And write completely fictional stories about them. Yay. Author’s notes or any other stuff: This chapter is kinda…like, I dunno. Slow, maybe? Not too much happens, yet it‘s somewhat needed. Mhmm. Required filler. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. Previous Chapters Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three When Frank awoke the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. His head hurt like a bitch, so he sat up slowly, eyeing the Tylenol left on the table for a moment before grabbing them and stuffing them down his throat. His bottle of unfinished water was also there, and he drank from it eagerly. When he set it back down, he noticed a piece of paper with some writing on it lying on the table. Intrigued, he picked it up and read it. Frank, Hey, I’m sorry to leave you stranded like this, but I had to leave for work. I tried to wake you up, but you wouldn’t budge, and I figured that throwing you into my car and dropping you off outside your apartment door wouldn’t be your idea of a good wake up call… At that comment Frank grinned and took another swig of water, continuing to read the letter. I get off early today, so I’ll be home around 3:00 or so. You can help yourself to anything in the fridge, and you can use my shower if you want, just make yourself at home. Oh, and by the way, I have a cat. Her name is Bourbon, so don’t be freaked out if you see something slinking around the apartment. If you need anything, you can call my cell. See you later, Gerard. Below his name Gerard had left his cell phone number. As Frank skimmed the note over again, something jumped on the couch beside him. He turned his head to see an all black cat perched on the couch, watching him intently. Figuring that this was Bourbon, he reached over and pet the cat on the head before standing up, grimacing at the pain in his head and the nausea in his stomach. For the first time he actually looked around Gerard’s apartment. It was huge, hardly an apartment at all. Framed paintings and designs hung on the walls, and there were random knick knacks strategically placed throughout the space. Frank walked into a few various rooms; there was the living room and an area next to it that Frank now noticed harbored a pool table, a large kitchen with a small dining area branching off of it, a fair sized bathroom with a shower, and two rooms - one that obviously belonged to Gerard, the other one filled with easels of paper, photographs, and various art supplies. Wandering back to the kitchen, Frank found a clock and saw that it was 12:30. He then walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were slightly bloodshot and he felt disgusting. Not to mention he still smelt faintly of alcohol and puke. He glanced over at the shower and decided to take up Gerard’s offer of using it. He spent a couple minutes fiddling around with the shower knobs before water finally started coming out. Frank waited as the water grew warm and then stripped out of his clothes, hopping into the shower. Gerard’s shampoos, conditioners, and soaps were all of a matching scent - cucumber melon, something Frank hadn’t even heard of. None the less, he liked the smell and washed his hair and himself with a good amount of the sweet smelling soap and shampoo. Then, relaxed by the steaming water, he remained in the shower for a good while longer, wishing with all his might that his headache would disappear. The Tylenol began to slowly take effect soon after, the lights Frank had turned on no longer made his head flash with pain as much. When he finally got out of the shower, he decided against putting his shirt back on, seeing as it smelled like the numerous drinks that had been spilled on it the night before. He slipped back into his boxers and jeans, grabbing his rolled up shirt and walking out of the bathroom. Frank had been in the shower for a while, and the clocks scattered around the house informed him it was one. Slightly bored, he reached deep into his back pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, taking out a cigarette and putting it between his lips, lighting it and inhaling deeply. Aimlessly he found himself walking into the room that he’d seen cluttered with the art stuff. There were balled up papers on the ground everywhere, and there were drawings on the easels. Great drawings, of trees, of people, of places, of random things. Frank was amazed by them, and could only guess they were Gerard’s drawings. The photographs that were around were just as amazing. Again, the pictures were of people, of places, and very rarely, Gerard himself. Frank was very intrigued with the pictures of Gerard, they ranged threw a vast series of emotions. In some of them he was laughing, some he looked angry, and in some he looked almost depressed. Frank didn’t know how long he was in there, but after a while he was on his third cigarette and he heard a door open and close. “Frank?” He heard a voice, Gerard’s voice, call out. He walked out of the room, amazed that it was already three. “Yeah, here. Hi.” He walked into the living room to greet Gerard who, seeing Frank wearing only jeans, paused for a moment before saying anything. “Um…hey…” He said finally, blinking a few times. “You could have borrowed one of my shirts or something, you know…” He concentrated on trying to will himself to only look at Frank’s face, but even Frank caught his eyes drifting lower a few times. “Naw, that’s alright. Just try to keep your eyes above my neck line and I think I’ll be just fine.” Frank said with a smirk, removing his cigarette from between his lips with two fingers and blowing smoke from the side of his mouth before bringing the cigarette back to his lips. Gerard blushed noticeably and walked past Frank into the kitchen. “Did you eat anything?” Gerard asked. Frank followed him into the kitchen and shook his head. “No.” “Do you want something? I’ve got…uh…this pasta stuff that’s pretty good. I could make some of that quick.” Gerard offered, rummaging through some cupboards and drawers. “Sure…” Frank answered, taking a seat at a table that was set in the kitchen area. Gerard pulled out a box of pasta and put a pot of water on his stove before turning around again, this time almost uncontrollably staring at Frank. Frank scratched the back of his neck. “You’re not going to be able to stop staring, are yah, buddy…” He asked with a small laugh. Gerard laughed in response. “Sorry, babe, you’re hot and I’m gay.” “Eh, well at least you’re honest. Just keep in mind that I might be nice for you to stare at, but I’m a straight man.” Frank said, snubbing out his cigarette on something quite obviously an ash try that was on the table. “Psh. That means absolutely nothing.” Gerard said, a small smirk playing on his lips. Frank tilted his head. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Gerard shrugged, turning back to the pot of now boiling water and pouring some of the pasta into it. “Nothing, nothing at all.” “Uh huh. Right.” Frank said, only slightly uncomfortable with the fact that he was a straight guy being hit on and stared at by a gay guy that he’d really only known for a handful of days. A few minuets later, Gerard had finished making the pasta and added a sauce on it that Frank found he absolutely loved. They both sat at the kitchen table with plates of pasta and cans of soda. “What did you do today?” Gerard asked, spinning his fork around to gather up some pasta. Frank swallowed a piece he’d just chewed up before responding. “Well, I got up at like…twelve thirty. Then I took a shower. I spent the rest of the time looking around in that room full of pictures and drawings you have…” “You did?” Gerard asked, looking up from his plate and looking directly at Frank. Frank worried briefly if Gerard didn’t like people going into the room. “Um…yeah. Is that alright?” Gerard was silent for a second and then shrugged. “Uh, yeah, I guess.” “The stuff you have in there is amazing. I mean, everything in there. It’s all really incredible. Did you draw all those things and take all those pictures?” Frank asked, drinking some of his soda. Gerard shrugged again and nodded. “They’re not really all that great…” “Are you kidding me? I was in there for like, two hours just looking around. There’s this one picture of you I really like.” “Oh really?” Gerard finished with his pasta as did Frank, so he collected the plates and put them in the sink. “Yeah. It’s a really good picture of you. You have a really nice smile.” Frank said, realizing how positively queer that made him sound. “Um…thanks.” Gerard said, washing off the plates. “Yeah….uh, no problem.” Frank answered, now eager to change the subject. “That’s a nice pool table you have. Do you play?” Gerard nodded. “Yep. Do you?” “I’ve played like once. But I liked it…I dunno, I kinda suck.” Frank said, shrugging. “Come on, let’s go play. I’ll help you out. You’ll lose, but you’ll lose with some tips.” Gerard suggested with a smile. Frank shrugged and agreed, the two of them walking out of the kitchen and to the room where to pool table was. Gerard racked up the pool balls and broke, sending the balls flying around the table, both a stripe and solid ball going in. “Oooh, decisions and choices…” He said, more to himself. Taking his pool stick he walked calmly over to the cue ball and proceeded to hit it softly with his pool stick, watching as the cue ball hit into a stripe ball, sending it into a side pocket. “Mmkay, I’m stripes.” Gerard continued to hit in almost every stripe ball except for one, and he only missed that one because the eight ball was in the way. “Great.” Frank said unenthusiastically. “I have no chance.” Gerard shrugged and watched as Frank lined up to prepare a shot. “Wait, Frank, hold on a minute. Hit this on the bottom of the cue ball, so it won’t scratch.” Frank followed Gerard’s advice, but in the end he ended up missing the shot anyway. Gerard now had a better angle on the last striped ball and knocked it in. He then tried for the eight ball, but the ball stopped right before the pocket and didn’t go in. It was Frank’s turn again. Frank knew he was going to lose, but he managed to get one ball in. Feeling a bit more confident, he once more lined up, but Gerard stopped him again, walking over to him. “Here, you’re going to end up scratching if you don’t do this right. Let me help you.” Gerard said. Then, without any warning, he moved himself directly behind Frank, moving his hands over Frank’s on the pool stick. Frank’s breathing hitched for a moment as Gerard lightly rested his chin on Frank’s shoulder. Gerard grinned and didn’t move for a moment. “You sure you’re straight, Frankie?” he whispered into Frank’s ear, his nose lightly nuzzling into Frank’s neck. Frank gulped and nodded. “Ok then…” Gerard whispered again, taking control of the pool stick and proceeding to hit Frank’s ball in, moving away from him. Frank’s face was very red and he ran a hand threw his hair, completely missing his next shot. Gerard sunk the eight ball in right after, finishing the game. There was an awkward silence. “Um, I should probably go home.” Frank said after a few minutes. Gerard nodded, and the two walked outside. In Gerard’s car there was still silence, all the way to Frank’s apartment. When Gerard finally parked the car, he decided to say something. “Look, Frank, I’m…uh…sorry about what I did back there, that was uh…really stupid. Sorry.” Frank shrugged and chewed on his lip ring. “Yeah, that’s ok. Thanks for taking me to the party last night and letting me stay at your place, and everything. I guess I’ll see you later.” “Yeah, alright. Bye.” Gerard smiled at frank, who smiled back, getting out of the car and walking up and into his apartment. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat down on his couch, pondering over what had happened. If any other guy had ever done that to him - stared at him, said he was hot, practically groped him - Frank would have punched them straight in the face. And yet he didn’t this time. He said it was because Gerard was his friend, but that didn’t seem like a good enough reason to him. He couldn’t have his gay friends hitting on him all the time. But no matter how mad his brain was saying he should be, he wasn’t. And no matter how much he just wanted to get the image of that pool game out of his head, he couldn’t. He sighed and took a drink from his beer, wishing there was an on or off switch for particular thoughts. Unfortunately there aren’t and his wishing wasn’t creating any. He was stuck with all of these plaguing and annoying voices running through his head. But at least the voices were company. Chapter Four __________________________________________________________________ A/N: the next few chapters should have a little more...stuff going on in them. yeah. whooo. 14 | comment

Skeptics and True Believers, Chapter Two [10 Feb 2006|08:51pm] [ mood | tired ] Title: Skeptics and True Believers Band/Pairing: Frankie Iero/ Gerard Way Author: -raises hand- me! Pick me!...supermonkey91 Rating: well overall it’ll probably go up to R. Right now in the beginning it’s all…nothing. Haha, yeah. Summary: Oh boy, I suck at summaries. Well, um, Frank and Gerard meet as complete strangers in a summer dance lesson, both with significant others - Frank a girlfriend, Gerard a boyfriend. The lesson ends and the two go their separate ways, and then one day Frank bumps into a familiar face (Gerard) at a Starbucks and blah blah blah. Haha, it gets better, I swear. Disclaimer: It. Did. Not. Happen. And I don’t own these guys, and I’m not in any way associated with them. I just like their music and stuff. And write completely fictional stories about them. Yay. J Author’s notes or any other stuff: Um…here’s chapter two, yay! Story‘s still moving a bit slowly, but that‘s life, eh? Anyway…um…yeah, I think that‘s about it for now. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. Previous Chapters Chapter One Chapter Two Gerard arrived a few minutes later, maybe ten, Frank didn’t really keep track. In fact, he had been zoning out for most of the time and the knock on his door startled him at first. Never the less, he found his way to the door and opened it. Gerard stood outside, wearing snug fitting jeans and a t-shirt that advertised something Frank could only guess was a band or group he had not heard of. The two exchanged ‘hellos’ and then Frank followed Gerard back down a flight of stairs and of the apartment complex, walking around for a bit until Gerard located his car. Frank got into the passenger’s seat after Gerard moved some files and papers out of the way. “What do you do for work, anyway?” Frank asked as Gerard started the car, music Frank recognized as Iron Maiden flooding out at an incredibly loud volume. Gerard grinned sheepishly, turning down the volume. “Sorry about that. Um…I’m a graphic designer.” “Oh, that’s cool. I just work at a book, CD, and random crap store. All combined into one, too.” Frank said, beginning to tap his foot to the music as Gerard pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive on the road. “That’s cool, too, though.” Gerard said, the conversation between them continuing about work for a while and then changing to other small talk as they drove along. After a few minutes, though, Gerard pulled into a driveway and stopped the car. Frank guessed that they were at their destination, and the sound that could already be heard coming from the house was another giveaway hint. “Alright, we’re here.” Gerard stated, though it was quite obvious. Frank nodded and both got out of the car, closing the doors behind them. Without knocking or anything, Gerard walked into the house, Frank following after him. The house was already filled with people, all whom recognized Gerard but none whom Frank had ever seen in his life. Gerard walked as if having a destination in mind, so Frank simply followed him. The crowd started to thin out and soon they were in what appeared to be a kitchen. There were only about seven or eight people in the kitchen, which was not much compared to the rest of the house. Frank recognized one of the people in there immediately as Bert. Gerard walked over to him and hugged him and did the same to a couple of other guys before turning to Frank. “Guys, this is Frank. Bert, you might recognize him from that dance class thing we took.” Gerard said. Frank just gave a small smile. Bert looked at him and grinned mischievously. “Oh, hell yes I remember him. Who wouldn’t? I mean, look at him. How are yah, babe?” “What you obviously didn’t remember is that Frank’s straight, Bert.” Gerard said with a smirk. Bert looked a bit crestfallen at this announcement and Frank just continued to stand there. “Yeah, Bertie, you need to stick to your own kind, not straight boys.” A blonde hair man who was standing nearby said, draping an arm over Bert’s shoulders. Bert scoffed. “My own kind, Quinn? So I’m stuck with you?” The blonde who’d been identified as Quinn nodded, and Bert just smirked and raised one eyebrow. “Well, that really sucks.” Quinn opened his mouth in a shocked expression. “Bert, that was uncalled for and I resent it.” “Oh yeah?” Bert retorted, taking a sip from a beer can he had been holding. “Well, your face is uncalled for and I resent it.” “Well you’re a bastard who can’t get laid. So ha.” Quinn said, taking his arms off of Bert’s shoulders. After this brief conversation, another man jumped into the situation. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and Frank thought he’d overheard someone calling him Jeph. “Wait a minute, Frank is it? Are you telling me he’s straight? Thank god. He can join forces with me and Branden. With Gerard, Bert, and Quinn around we were becoming outnumbered.” The man said. Frank grinned, he liked this guy. The two shook hands and Frank learned that his name was Jepha, or you could call him Jeph. “Outnumbered? Look around you, Branden. This whole house is full of straight people. Hell, this whole state is. I bet you that Quinn, Bert and I are the only gay ones around this poor excuse of a state.” Gerard said. “Ha, you think Jersey is bad? Try Utah. It’s five times bigger and Quinn and I were still the only ones around. When we found another guy up here that wasn’t praising pussies we rejoiced!” Bert said enthusiastically, laughing at his own statement. Jeph looked at Bert with a smile and shook his head, turning back to Frank, who was sipping at a beer Gerard had gotten for him. “Well, whatever the count is, we’re glad to have you onboard, Frank.” Jeph said, nodding in Frank’s direction. Frank simply smiled once more, content with saying little and merrily listening to everyone’s conversations. A few beers later, Frank had loosened up and had met the Branden guy Jeph had mentioned before. Now he was talking fluently amongst a group of people including Jeph, Branden, some girls named Shannon and Ashley, and Gerard. The girls flirted shamelessly with Frank and he flirted straight back, though his comments were becoming more slurred as he drank more. Branden commented that he was amazed to see a guy able to attract as many girls as Jeph, Jepha scowled, and Frank simply laughed. “Hey Frank?” Many hours later, Gerard tapped Frank on the shoulder. Frank, who had just been trying to get a new girl named Maggie’s number, turned around and blinked, smiling. “Yeah, what’s up?” Frank asked, stumbling when he went to put his beer down on the table. Gerard laughed and then scratched as his neck. “Do you mind if we get going now? It’s late and I have work tomorrow…” Frank just shrugged. “Sure, yeah, that’s alright. Let us be goooone!” He said, snickering. The two then spent another hour walking around the house and saying goodbye to everyone before finally making their way back outside into Gerard’s car. “Thanks for taking me to the partyyyy” Frank said, holding out the y in ‘party’ for a good five seconds. Gerard smirked and shook his head. “No problem.” Frank then sang along enthusiastically with the music playing, making up words in spots he didn’t know. Randomly in the middle of a song, he stopped. “I don’t feel so okie dokie or peachy…” He said, making a face and holding his stomach. “What? Oh, shit. Hold on, can you hold it for a few seconds? We’re close to my apartment, we can stop there…” Gerard said, not liking the idea of Frank throwing up in his car. Frank just grunted in response, and Gerard pressed down a little more on the gas pedal. In record time they made it to Gerard’s apartment, which was luckily on the first floor. Gerard ushered Frank inside and quickly directed him to the bathroom, where Frank slunk to his knees by the toilet and threw up multiple times. Gerard left for a second and when he came back, Frank was standing up with a somewhat dazed look on his face. Gerard handed him a bottle of water, instructing him to drink it, but drink it slowly. “Does your stomach feel better?” He asked, leading Frank to a small couch so he could sit. Frank nodded and sipped the water Gerard had given him. “Maybe you should just stay here tonight…” Gerard suggested. Frank shrugged. “I dunno, are you uh…are you sure?” He asked, yawning. Gerard nodded. “Yeah, it’ll be fine. Here, lay down on the couch, I’ll go grab you a pillow, some blankets, and some Tylenol.” “Tylenol?” Frank asked, following Gerard’s instructions and laying down. “Mhmm. You’re going to have one hell of a headache.” Gerard said with a small smile, walking away to get the items he’d listed. When he returned a minute later, Frank was already asleep. Gerard put the pillow down by the side of the couch, sat the Tylenol on the table in front of the couch, and draped the blankets he’d retrieved over Frank. Then, casting Frank a final look, Gerard walked away and into his own room. Chapter Three 7 | comment

Skeptics and True Believers, Chapter One [08 Feb 2006|07:49pm] Title: Skeptics and True Believers Band/Pairing: Frankie Iero/ Gerard Way Author: -raises hand- me! Pick me!...supermonkey91 Rating: well overall it’ll probably go up to R. Right now in the beginning it’s all…nothing. Haha, yeah. Summary: Oh boy, I suck at summaries. Well, um, Frank and Gerard meet as complete strangers in a summer dance lesson, both with significant others - Frank a girlfriend, Gerard a boyfriend. The lesson ends and the two go their separate ways, and then one day Frank bumps into a familiar face (Gerard) at a Starbucks and blah blah blah. Haha, it gets better, I swear. Disclaimer: It. Did. Not. Happen. And I don’t own these guys, and I’m not in any way associated with them. I just like their music and stuff. And write completely fictional stories about them. Yay. J Author’s notes or any other stuff: Alright, guys, I’m kinda taking a hiatus (break) from Bite to Break Skin, and I’m introducing this one. I’m really, really working on this one, too. I really want it to turn out ok. So please, read and comment. By the way, the title has like…nothing to do with this story (my titles never do, do they…) and I got it from the title of a The Academy Is… song. Yup. The end. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. Chapter One Frank Iero was not typically a man whom you’d find at a dance class. His arms were decorated with bright tattoos and his lip always adorned a glimmering ring - certainly not your usual customer when you worked in the dancing field. But, over the summer, with the urging of a lady who was his current girlfriend at the time, he had found himself taking a Latin dance class. In this class, Frank met a few other couples, all very nice people, and it turned out he had fun in this dance class, albeit he and his girlfriend broke up a month after. Even though after a while he began to forget the steps, he still remembered the class fondly. The oddest couple out of the group had no doubt been two men about Frank’s age named Gerard and Bert. It wasn’t even the fact that they were the only gay couple that made them interesting, they were just fascinating to watch together. Bert was outgoing and ready to try anything, and Gerard seemed to open up to people slower, being more reserved. Two people couldn’t have been more different, or gotten along more compatibly. But, like with all summer shindigs, you lose touch with the people there, and soon people that you’d become good friends with become complete strangers to you once again. You come into the room not knowing them to begin with, then later begin to enjoy their company, just to forget them all again. Many months later, in early December, Frank walked along the streets of New Jersey. It was Saturday, and he’d left his apartment to go wonder around aimlessly. The city he lived in was hardly a city, but it had a few buildings, stores, coffee shops, apartments, and people driving on the streets like maniacs, so it just barely made the cut. Snow was falling quickly onto an already snow-caked ground and Frank grumbled uncomfortably. He hated the snow, quite frankly, and it wasn’t helping that it was blowing directly into his face. He finally sought shelter in a Starbucks a few blocks from his apartment, and he waited in an already long line to get something to drink. He waited for about ten minutes before finally it was his turn to order, and he got a tall caramel latte. Once it was handed to him he thanked the lady who had helped him and went to go find some place to sit down. It was then that, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a very familiar face. He turned around to get a better look at this person, whom was huddled over a laptop with a coffee sitting beside it. He took a step closer and finally his memory kicked in. It was Gerard. While Frank had known a Gerard with hair falling all the way under his chin, this man he was looking at had cut his hair, though it was still long enough to fall over his eyes. And though his hair was different, Frank wouldn’t be deceived; this man was, in fact, Gerard. Taking a sip of his latte, Frank walked closer until he was standing right at the side of Gerard’s table. “Um…hey, Gerard?” The man’s head turned quickly from his laptop up to meet Frank’s face. For a moment he appeared puzzled, and then he smiled. “Frank?” He asked, folding his laptop down so whatever work he’d been doing was hidden from view. Frank smiled and nodded. “Yeah.” “Wow, I haven’t seen you in…well, since summer. Here, sit down.” Gerard moved over a bit and Frank gratefully took the seat, taking another drink from his coffee. “So…” Gerard said, taking a sip from his own coffee. “What’ve you been up to the past…god, I think it’s been nearly five months.” Frank shrugged. “Oh, nothing, really. How about you?” “Pretty much the same. Just going to work, making a living, just trying to exist, you know?” Gerard said, and Frank nodded. He knew how that was. “How about Jamia, how is she?” Gerard asked, taking a moment to power off his laptop. Frank scratched the back of his neck. “Well, um, actually I haven’t talked to her in a little while. We broke up about four months ago or so…” “Oh, I’m sorry, that sucks.” Gerard said sympathetically. Frank just shrugged. “Well, what about you and Bert?” “Ha, Bert…” Gerard said, shaking his head. “We broke up nearly three months ago. We’re still friends, but…it just wasn’t working out for our relationship.” “Well, seems we’ve had lucky love lives since the summer.” Frank said, grinning. Gerard laughed and nodded in agreement. “Well, I’m sorry Frank, but I’ve got to get to work now. Look, why don’t we do this again sometime, so we can talk a little bit more?” Gerard said questioningly, standing up. Frank nodded and stood up as well. “Sure, that’d be awesome.” “Ok, cool. Here, let me give you my cell number…” Gerard said, fumbling in his pockets and taking out a pen, using the napkin he’d been resting his coffee on for paper. He scribbled down a phone number and handed it to Frank. “Give me a yell sometime, I’m always free on Fridays and Wednesdays.” “Alright, I’ll keep in touch.” Frank said, folding the napkin neatly before putting it in his jacket pocket. “See you Frank!” Gerard said, walking for the door. “Yup, see you.” Frank said, waving to Gerard and then sitting back down to finish his coffee, mulling over what to do for the rest of the day. After seeing Gerard at Starbucks, Frank finished his coffee and made his way back to his apartment. There he sat, watching TV, staring into space, things of that sort. And he did this the next day, too. Finally, on Monday, he woke up at 5:30, showered, and got dressed - in something other than old jeans and a ratty t-shirt. By 6:25, Frank had left his apartment and driven down to where he worked at a combination CD, book, and other random items store. He worked here Monday through Thursday and ever other Sunday, getting there early to straighten things up and restock shelves. Later in the day, he would sometimes work at one of the registers or walk around and help customers find things, either way it was a job and it suited him fine. So, Frank continued his work routine through the week until, on Friday, he finally had a day to sleep in late. He decided to change things up a bit, and instead of watching TV for a while, he took to playing video games in his boxers for the majority of the day. He did this from 12:30 to about 5:45, after which time his concentration between Final Fantasy 10 and The Legend of Zelda finally wore off. When he looked at the clock and realized how long he’d been playing video games straight, he took a moment to reflect in how pitiful it was, and then he went and got dressed. After he did so, he wondered what he would do for the rest of the night. It was already dark outside, so it wasn’t like he could go prance down the street. “I have no life. No life at all. I am one lifeless blob. Look at me…” Frank said to no one, poking himself in the arm. “I am lifeless. And I’m talking to myself.” Frank shook his head at his own stupidity and sighed. Then he got an idea. Gerard said he had Fridays off, didn’t he? But it was probably too late to call up an old friend you weren’t even great friends with to begin with just because you were disgusted at the idea of spending a Friday night doing nothing. Aw well. Frank found the napkin Gerard had written his phone number on and turned on his cell phone, waiting a minute as the phone started up, and then he dialed the number and pressed send, holding the phone to his ear. It rang about three times before someone finally answered. “Hello?” At first Frank’s connection was fuzzy, so he moved into another room to get better reception. “Hey, is this Gerard?” Frank asked, looking around his apartment as he talked. There was a short pause on the other end. “Um, yep. Who’s this?” “This is Frank…” “Oh, hey Frank! What’s up?” Gerard said enthusiastically. Frank smiled, maybe he’d find something to do tonight. “Um, nothing, really. That’s sort of why I called…” Frank gave a small laugh, which Gerard copied before responding. “Um…well…look, I’m going to a party tonight at Bert’s place, actually. Why don’t you come, if you’re not doing anything else.” “Uh, alright. Cool, why not. Where is Bert’s place?” “Well it’s just past…umm…uh, you know what? I suck at giving directions. How about I just pick you up, where do you live?” Frank laughed again. “You know that Starbucks we met at Saturday? Well, go straight up the hill past that, you’ll see some apartments right there. I’m number 22.” “Oh alright, I’m pretty sure I know where that is. Ok, I’ll be there in a bit.” “Alright, see yah.” “Bye.” Frank then turned off his phone and went to a nearby chair, sitting down to wait for Gerard’s arrival. Chapter Two ___________________________________________________________ yeah. whooo! and for reader's of Bite to Break Skin, sorry, but I just...I dunno, need to take a break from it for a bit. Yup. The end. 19 | comment

Faint of Hearts, Chapter 21 (Last Chapter) [03 Feb 2006|06:23pm] Title: Faint of Hearts Band/Pairing: Frankie Iero (My Chemical Romance)/ Bert McCracken (The Used) Author: That‘d be moi...supermonkey91 Rating: PG-13 for this chapter, I suppose. Disclaimer: Yeah, as far as I know, it didn’t happen, it never will happen, and we can all just stop praying it ever will. Heh. Author’s notes or any other stuff: I haven’t updated this in way too long. I’ve been working on a lot of other stuff, too. Other fanfics that I’m not posting yet, and a few other ideas. I’m very very very sorry it took so long. This is also the last chapter of this. Partially because I like cliché, cheesy endings, and partially because I don’t know where else to take this fic if I kept going. So thanks to all that read it. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. Eventually Bert fell asleep, but Frank remained staring up at the ceiling, shifting around and then staring at the wall, occasionally he’d stare at the floor. This was entertaining for a grand total of about 45 minutes. Frank sighed, obviously annoyed, and sat up, sitting cross legged with his hands supporting his chin. He stared forward for a minute before allowing his eyes to drift over to his real object of interest. Bert. Bert’s mouth was turned upwards in a small smirk, and his hair fell messily over his closed eyes. Attentively Frank brushed a strand of hair off of Bert’s face so he could see him more. Bert squirmed a bit and Frank quickly moved his hand away from Bert’s face, still watching him. A few minutes later, Bert took in a sharp, sudden breath of air and his eyes fluttered open. He sat up, not looking at Frank, and rubbed his eyes, looking at the clock. It was almost 2 AM, and Bert sighed. Feeling eyes watching him, he turned his head to look at Frank, a blank expression on his face. “What are you doing?” He asked, his voice slurred and low with sleep. Frank shook his head, laying back down with his back towards Bert. “Nothing. Just having trouble sleeping.” “Oh.” Frank heard Bert say, then he heard Bert laying back down. He laid on this side for a few minutes, and then got uncomfortable so flipped himself onto his stomach. He noticed Bert hadn’t fallen back asleep and was now watching him as he fidgeted around, trying to get comfortable. Frank met Bert’s gaze for a minute and then moved so he was laying flat on his back. Frank momentarily stopped breathing as he saw Bert moving closer from the corner of his eye, and then he watched silently as Bert draped an arm around his waist, resting his head right by Frank’s. “Bert, what are you doing…” Frank asked, turning to look at the boy who was only inches from his own face. Bert said nothing for a while and then closed his eyes. “Your hair smell good.” Frank raised his eyebrows for a minute and then shrugged. “Thanks.” His response wasn’t heard, for Bert was already asleep. And soon after, Frank was too. The next morning when Bert awoke, he noticed he was alone in his bed. He yawned loudly and thought about what had happened at four AM, remembering it all in a state almost dreamlike. He cursed himself for having both kissed and cuddled next to Frank, his mind telling him that he was just digging himself further into a hole. Bert walked out of his room and into the kitchen, where he found both Quinn and Frank clad in their boxers sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and talking. When Bert walked in they both turned to look at him. Bert’s eyes went straight from Quinn to Frank, who by standing in his boxers with his hair all messed up from sleeping reminded Bert of all the times Bert and Frank had spent the nights at each other’s places. Frank, too, was looking intently at Bert, not sure what to expect. Quinn and he had been talking for about and hour and a half. Frank talked occasionally about Gerard and Quinn trying things out again, and Quinn told Frank that if Bert ever took him back, he’d better not hurt him or he’d chop Frank’s balls off. After the gritty stuff, they’d moved on to lighter conversation, talking feverishly about the man who’d spoken to Quinn, Bert, Jeph, and Branden about recording a demo, and about other bands they’d liked. “Good morning,” Quinn said, breaking the silence. Bert grunted in response and Frank said nothing. Bert walked past them both and pulled out a soda from the refrigerator, seeing as he didn’t really like coffee. Then he stuffed some aspirin down his throat and joined the other two at the kitchen table. “Um…Gerard’s coming to pick me up in a few minutes…” Frank said, taking a small sip of his coffee and then setting the cup back down with a soft thudding noise. Bert merrily nodded and tapped his fingers on the table, humming a song he’d been trying to write but kept getting stuck at. Over the next ten minutes Quinn and Frank occasionally said a couple things, but Bert remained silent. Then the three heard a car pulling up in the driveway, and a second later a car door closing, and soon after that a loud knock on the door. “That’s Gerard…” Frank said knowingly, standing up. He said bye to which Quinn responded and Bert, once again, did not. And then he walked to the door. “Bert!” Quinn hissed, staring at the boy intently from the other side of the table. “What?” Bert asked, finally saying something. Quinn widened his eyes a bit, obviously dumfounded by Bert’s thick headedness at this moment. “What do you mean ‘what?’ ? If you let him go, you’re not going to get another opportunity like this. You told me you still loved him, I know for a fact that he loves you. Now, people make mistakes and so did he; but people also forgive, and you need to do something! Fast!” Bert stared at Quinn for a second and then stood quickly, rushing to the door and ripping it open, panicking when he saw Frank getting into the car and closing the door. With a sudden burst of energy he ran out the door, flinching as his bare feet were challenged by rocks and the hard driveway. None the less, in seconds flat, he made it to the car and reached for the door handle, pulling Frank’s door open. Frank, seriously confused, and Gerard even more-so, looked at Bert with an odd look on their faces, and then Frank got out of the car. “Bert, what the fuck are you doing?!” Frank asked, stepping out of the car to stand in front of the panting boy. Bert took in a gulp of air and then, not bothering to explain himself, reached his hand behind Frank’s head and pulled him forward, kissing him deeply. When Bert finally pulled away, Frank looked at him for a moment with a look of concentration on his face, and then he brought their lips together again. Bert suddenly felt better than he had in a year and a half, and when the kiss was again broken, Frank and he looked to the door to find Quinn standing there clapping and cheering. ______________________________________________________________________________ whooo, the end. Haha, yeah. I'm sorry if there are typos. Oh, and to the readers of Bite to Break Skin...Hopefully I'll update that this weekend. And after Monday, I don't know when I'll ever be able to update. See, I got a bad progress report from school, and I think my dad might take my internet away. damn it all. haha. anyway...yeah...the ending. 10 | comment

If you read my stuff please read this. Times ten. Please. [27 Jan 2006|03:52pm] Alright. Look, I know it's been a while since I've updated, so bad Brigette times five. But I've actually been working on stuff. I've been very busy incubating a total of about five different fanfic ideas. I've started writing two of these five ideas, and I posted the chapter to one; to which I recieved one comment, which amused my life, since I predicted that response. The other one I'm not posting for a while because I really like it for some reason, and I want it to be the best it can be. The other three ideas I mentioned are half-baked, but I do believe I shall concentrate on them. So I haven't disappeared, I'm just working on special extra-curricular fanfics. And I'm busy this weekend. So, basically, I'm sorry I haven't updated Faint of Hearts or Bite to Break Skin lately, but I'll try to get back to it. Smirgle puff. If you read this entry you literally rock my life. 1 | comment

Heaven's Devil, Chapter One [18 Jan 2006|09:56pm] Title: Heaven’s Devil Band/Pairing: Gerard Way/Ryan Heil (Nightmare of You) Author: moi supermonkey91 Rating: I’m not quite sure at this point. Right now, it’s just some cussing here and there. Disclaimer: I don’t own these guys. But I own this story’s plot, a few of the other characters, and a few places. I don’t own Gerard or his family, or Ryan and his family. Or anyone associated with them. I don’t own anyone. The end. Author’s notes or any other stuff: Ok…this…is VERY, VERY AU. Not even kidding. This involves things I haven’t really read in other stories around here. It involves purgatories, inhuman things OTHER than vampires, and the mention of heaven and hell and a few other things. It’s an odd story, but it’s a plot I’ve been mulling over for a while. I might not update this one too much, though. We’ll see. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. By the way, if you have no clue who he is, I have pictures of Ryan Heil with the story. Here's the pictures of Ryan...well, links to pictures of him. http://geocities.com/blerkyjerky/Ryan1.jpg http://geocities.com/blerkyjerky/Ryan2.jpg http://geocities.com/blerkyjerky/Ryan3.jpg http://geocities.com/blerkyjerky/Ryan4.jpg http://geocities.com/blerkyjerky/Ryan5.jpg Chapter One Ryan Heil was seventeen years old when this began. He hated this, because it left him stuck. He was almost an adult, but still a kid, he could drive, but go no where. He felt independent enough, but he was still completely stuck under his parent’s care. Where he lived he had nothing to do anyway, but he still felt that once he was 18, life would be better. Unfortunately for Ryan, days went by slow and it seemed that he was going to be stuck at 17 forever. Ryan spent most of his time in his room. He blasted music, or sometimes he sat in silence. His parents didn’t really care, they left him alone for the most part. And then, one day, while the rest of the world continued to turn and Ryan went once more into his room, he disappeared. People didn’t notice until much later in the day. Rumor passed around that the Heil’s kid had run away. The Heil family was frantic, but the police said they’d have to wait 36 hours until they could file a missing person’s report. But Ryan didn’t come back in 36 hours. Or 48 hours. Ryan was gone, there was no sign of him. Search parties were sent out, fliers were posted up everywhere, but Ryan wasn’t there. Truth be told, sending out search parties was useless anyway, because Ryan wasn’t in that state. Wasn’t in the country. No, Ryan wasn’t even on Earth. But Ryan wasn’t on another planet. In fact, Ryan didn’t know where he was himself. When Ryan had first disappeared, he found himself in a hallway. The walls were red, while the ceiling and floor were both made from smooth black tile. Seeing as he landed sitting down, Ryan stood up, holding onto the wall for support, but only for a second, because the next second he was ripping his hand away from the wall, yelping. The walls were extremely hot. Ryan looked at his hand, which was now very red, and stared at the wall for a minute. When he turned around again, there was a man standing in front of him that had not been there before. Ryan’s eyes went wide as he tried to wonder where the hell he was, and what this man was doing in front of him. The man in question was quite tall, wore black pants, a crimson shirt, extremely clean black shoes, and a black trench coat. He had dark red hair and green eyes, and for a minute simply stood staring at Ryan. “You’re Ryan. Ryan Heil.” The man finally said after a while. Ryan swallowed some stale air he’d been harboring in his mouth and nodded, furrowing his eyebrows. This was weird, and he was almost positive it was a dream. The only thing stopping him from fully believing it was a dream was his throbbing hand. “I’m Mark. Please follow me.” The man said, turning swiftly and beginning to walk down the hallway. Ryan, not knowing what else to do and not seeing any other way out, followed this man…Mark. They walked for quite a while before they were suddenly in a large room buzzing with people. “Where are we?” Ryan asked, his voice quiet. The pain in his hand was beginning to reside, and he decided that if this really were a dream, he might as well just put up with it until he woke up. Mark wasn’t quick in responding, and Ryan took the time to look around this room. People dressed much like Mark walked around the room; men, women, younger, older. There was a strange hole in one part of the room that had images flashing by quickly, nothing that Ryan could catch. The walls in this room made it look like a cave, only the rocky surface was glowing a deep red, but the floor was still made out of the black tile. “We’re in what people more commonly refer to as a purgatory. I’m not at liberty to say much more, but if you come this way I’ll take you to a man who can explain this to you, as you’re obviously clueless.” Ryan said nothing more, just shrugged and continued to follow Mark out of the large room and down a hallway, past many other rooms full of people with lost expressions on their faces. Finally they entered a small room, separated from the hallway by a thick black door. Mark held the door open for Ryan and motioned for him to step inside. Once Ryan stepped inside, Mark closed the door. Panicked by suddenly being left alone, Ryan tried to reopen the door; to no avail. He spun around, and jumped, realizing he was suddenly not alone any longer. A different man stood before him now. Though shorter than Mark, the man was still taller than Ryan. He had light brown hair and brown eyes, and was dressed in the same wardrobe as Mark and so many others in this…place, seemed to be wearing. The man walked around for a moment, eyes sternly focused on Ryan, before motioning to his right. “Take a seat.” He said bluntly. Ryan watched with fascination as a chair somehow appeared in the once empty spot that this man had motioned to. He gave the man a wary look, then slowly walked to the chair. “This is some weird ass dream…” He muttered, sitting down in the chair. “Mr. Heil, I’m afraid this is not a dream. Whether you believe me or not, this is real, and hopefully you’ll realize this sooner than later. Now, let’s get acquainted. I’m Sean. Nice to meet you. Now, Ryan, do you know where you are?” “Do I look like I know where the fuck I am?” Ryan asked, getting a bit impatient and just wishing he’d wake up. Sean stared at him silently for a minute before another chair suddenly appeared behind him, and he sat down. “Ryan, you’re in a purgatory. One of many in this universe, but this…this is the number one. Let me explain…no matter your religious beliefs, there is a heaven and there is a hell. This…is sort of like an in between.” “I thought it was a place where like…sinners who weren’t really that terrible came to pay off their sins or some shit.” Ryan said, tapping his foot on the hard floor surface. “Well, in some cases that’s more-or-less true. Lots of times we hold trials here, for people who were neither very good or very bad, to see where they are going to stay.” Ryan paused for a minute. “So…all the people in those other rooms?” “Some of them work here, like me, like Mark. All the others you saw are awaiting their trials.” Ryan stared blankly at the floor. If this were a dream, why was everything so clear, nothing was fuzzy, every detail seemed real. And what about his hand? It was visibly burned, and it still hurt like a bitch. What if this wasn’t a dream? Oh get off it, Ryan. This is ridiculous. Ryan thought angrily. Then he turned his gaze back up to Sean, who was watching him expectantly. “So why am I here?” Sean opened his mouth and seemed to hesitate, but he was soon talking again. “We got a request…well, order, from a very…extremely powerful and important source that ordered you be taken from Earth as soon as possible, and keep you here until further direction.” “Why?” Ryan asked, stopping his foot from tapping and leaning forward in his chair. “You apparently pose as a threat to the Earth.” Sean said. Ryan furrowed his eyebrows. None of this made sense. “A threat to the Earth? I’m seventeen, I’m not even out of high school. How am I a threat to Earth?” “Ryan, understand this. The people with the power to do great…or terrible things usually don’t know that they have it. If they did, it would be extremely dangerous. Men are greedy, if all of you knew your capabilities, the universe would most likely end.” “You talk as if you’re not human.” Ryan said, tilting his head at Sean. Sean just gave a small grin and shrugged. “That’s because I’m not.” “Ok…well, I still don’t get how I’m a threat to Earth, power or no power. I’m just a kid…” Ryan said, amazed that he had called himself a kid. He hated being called a kid. But this was different. Sean paused again, then looked around as if to check if someone was there. His face became very serious. “Ryan, you hold the power to destroy the world. It’s more dangerous because you’re a kid. You’re surges of emotion, pent up energy. It’s dangerous, your power can erupt in seconds and destroy everything. It could even permanently scar the universe.” Ryan was silent for a long while before he spoke again. “What are they going to do to me here?” “I don’t know, Ryan. I don’t know more than you currently do. But watch your back around here and be careful. I won’t lie, this isn’t the safest of places.” Sean then stood up, the chair he was sitting on disappearing. Ryan stood to, his chair likewise vanishing. Together the two walked out of the room and weaved their way back to the largest room. Sean left Ryan then, and Ryan was left to figure things out on his own. _______________________________________________________________________ bet you're wodnering how Gerard gets into this, eh? 1 | comment

Faint of Hearts, Chapter Twenty [16 Jan 2006|09:15pm] Title: Faint of Hearts Band/Pairing: Frankie Iero (My Chemical Romance)/ Bert McCracken (The Used) Author: That‘d be moi...supermonkey91 Rating: PG-13 for this chapter, I suppose. Disclaimer: Yeah, as far as I know, it didn’t happen, it never will happen, and we can all just stop praying it ever will. Heh. Author’s notes or any other stuff: Ugh, I hate when my chapter endings are sappy. And yet, I always seem to end up with sappy chapters. Tis a curse. Haha, aw well, here’s the chapter, sappy or not.. Comments are love and life and a biscuit. Last 5 Chapters Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Bert, Quinn, Jepha, and Branden all returned to watch the remaining part of the show. Bert was well aware of Frankie and Gerard lingering nearby, along with others he assumed to be their band mates, and though he tried to ignore their presence, it wasn’t easy to do. Luckily for him, the show was finished in about another hour and a half, and then all walked backstage to mingle with other bands for a few seconds before taking off. “God, everyone was really awesome, too…” Quinn talked excitedly to his band mates and others around. Bert nodded in agreement. “Yeah, what was that one band….Coheed and Cambria or something? They were awesome. Are they from Jersey?” Quinn shrugged. “I dunno, I think they‘re from New York, actually. Oh, look, I think that’s their singer and guitarist…” Quinn pointed to a person talking to another group of people and Bert agreed that this was, in fact, the band’s singer, so they walked over and began talking to him as well. Branden and Jeph followed suit, talking to other people filtering about. After a few minutes a man that they didn’t recognize approached the four. “Hey, are you’re the guys from The Used, right?” The man asked in a loud voice, loud so that he could be heard over every one else. Bert, Quinn, Branden, and Jeph nodded, wondering who this man was. “I’m Mark, I’m from Reprise Records, how would you guys like to record a demo sometime and see if we can talk about an album?” The man said, smiling. The four of them all stopped breathing for about a good 30 seconds, until finally Bert spoke. “Are…are you serious?” He asked attentively. Mark nodded, and after a brief pause the four of them cheered and jumped around like lunatics, shouting that “yes, of course they’d like to record a demo sometime” Mark talked to them for a little while longer before giving them a business card and instructing them to call within the next week. “Wow, this is incredible!!” Quinn shouted, looking around the crowd. Bert followed his gaze and saw Quinn was looking at Gerard. He frowned, remembering his meeting with Frank that was to be tonight. Meanwhile, Quinn had bolted over to Gerard, enthusiastically announcing to everyone that they were going to get a chance at a record deal. A few minutes later, Gerard, Frankie, Quinn, and a few others came over all excitedly chatting. “Bert, we’re all going to go out tonight and celebrate! Come on, you have to come!!” Quinn shouted, but Bert exchanged a quick look with Frank and shook his head. “Quinn, I’m really tired, man. I’m just going to go home now, alright?” Bert said. Quinn pouted his lips for a minute and then shrugged, asking how Bert planned on getting home. Bert shrugged and said he’d just take a cab. Bert said goodbye to everyone else and left, gazing at Frank as if to suggest he follow Bert. Frank nodded and also bid farewell to everyone there and followed after Bert a couple minutes later. Bert waited outside of the building, leaning against the side of it with a cigarette already lit and hanging lazily at the side of his mouth. When Frank came out he had to resist himself from jumping Bert’s bones right there, seeing as the sight of him leaning so casually against the building while smoking was something Frank found incredibly appealing. “Um…hey. Congratulations about the recording thing…” He said cautiously. Bert turned at him with a slight glare in his eyes and took the cigarette from his lips, blowing out some smoke before putting it back in his mouth. “…Thanks. I called a cab. It’ll be here in a couple minutes.” Bert explained, not bothering to say anymore. The two stood in silence for a few minutes until finally a cab stopped by and they hopped inside, Bert giving the cab driver directions. The drive was short, so the fare was low as well. When they got to his house, Bert paid the man and together he and Frank walked into the house. Bert walked into the kitchen and got a beer from the refrigerator. He opened it, taking a drink from it and looking over at Frank. “Do you want anything?” He asked, putting his can down. Frank shook his head and took a seat at the kitchen table, but Bert remained leaning against the counter, occasionally drinking some of his beer. “So, Frank…” Bert started, crossing his arms. “What would you like to talk about.” Frank shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I, um, I want to talk about…um, about us…” “Frank, Frank, stop it. You’re already getting off to a bad start.” Bert said, taking a seat opposite from Frank. “There is no us, Frankie…there’s a you, there’s a me, but there’s no us. That was your own decision.” “Bert, it was not my decision and you know that.” Frank protested. Bert shook his head and pointed a finger at Frank. “No, Frank, it WAS you. You were the one who messed this up. It was you that cheated on me. It was you that royally fucked up whatever relationship we had. Therefore, Frankie, it was your decision.” “Look, Bert, I’m sorry! I messed up, I know that. I’m really, really sorry.” Frank said, tapping the table with his fingers furiously. “Oh, is the this the part where you give me some sob story about how it was all a misunderstanding and that, even though it was still a scum bag thing to do, you had a REASON to be with Gerard?” Bert asked expectantly, throwing his now empty beer can into the sink from his seat at the table. Frank was quiet for a moment. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t have an excuse, nothing I can say will justify anything I did. I thought I had a reason before, but now I know I was just…really, really stupid.” “Was? Hmm…interesting. So what was this reason of yours, Frank?” Bert asked, leaning forward in his chair. Frank paused again. “My parents were fighting a lot and they were going through a divorce and there was just a lot of stress…Gerard was the only one who knew. I felt like he was the only person who could understand me…we just started talking, that was all at first. I swear, we just talked…but then it started to get more involved and I kissed him and…god, I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. I was…so, so stupid.” Frank’s eyes were beginning to glaze over and they appeared to be a bit more red. Bert sighed and prayed that Frank wouldn’t begin crying. He didn’t deal well with crying. So, the next time he spoke, it wasn’t in such a vicious tone. “Frank, look. What is it you plan on gaining from this talk, anyway?” Frank shrugged and a tear fell from his right eye, which he brushed away quickly, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “I don’t know. I want to try again, Bert. Please, just…I want another chance. If I mess up, which I swear I won’t, I’ll never bother you again. But I just…I miss you, Bert.” “That’s touching, Frank.” Bert said sarcastically. He sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead. “Look. I want to hate you Frank. More than anything in the world right now, I want to hate you. I’ve succeeded for a year and a half, and now you have to come back and make it hard.” Bert half-laughed and leaned back in his seat, Frank watching silently. “Want me to be honest with you?” Bert asked, cracking his knuckles. “I want nothing more than to throw you out the door because I know if I don’t, I’ll end up falling for you again. And I have a sneaking suspicion that I would just be left like I was last time. Wishing to kill you.” “I won’t do that to you again, Bert. I swear, I won’t.” Frank said, staring intently at the table. Bert nodded. “Yeah. That’s what you said the first time.” The two sat in silence for a while, and then Bert looked over at the clock. It was late. “Look, why don’t you stay here tonight. Don’t think anything of it, you’re still leaving tomorrow morning. You can sleep in my room. Put one rule. No. Touchy.” Frank nodded and Bert walked to his room, Frank following. “Wow. Your room’s different.” Frank commented as he walked in. Bert nodded and pulled off his shirt. “Yeah, well, things change over the course of a year and a half.” “I know…” Frank said, standing there awkwardly as Bert continued to strip down to his boxers. Bert raised his eyebrows at Frank. “Hey, you just going to sleep in your jeans and shit?” Frank paused and then shook his head, taking his jeans off but choosing to keep his shirt on. “Um…Bert? Can I, um…can I use your shower real quick?” Frank asked. Bert just stared at him for a moment and then nodded, motioning to the bathroom where the shower was. While Frank was in the shower, Bert heard Quinn arrive home. When he heard Quinn stumble into his room, Bert moved quickly from his room and walked into Quinn’s. Quinn was sitting criss-cross on his bed and Bert sat by him. “What’s up Bert?” Quinn asked, tilting his head and looking intently at his friend. “Frank’s here. He’s in the shower.” Bert said quietly, staring down at the blankets on Quinn’s bed. “Why is he here, I thought you didn’t want to see him.” Bert shrugged. “He said he wanted to talk. So he came over. And…we talked. He wants me to give him another chance, Quinn.” “What are you going to do?” Quinn asked. Bert sighed and closed his eyes. “God, I don’t know.” By now Frank was out of the shower, and was back in his t-shirt and boxers. Noticing Bert wasn’t in the room, he listened from Bert’s doorway to the conversation taking place across the hall. “People change over a year and a half, Bert. You’ve changed. Frank’s probably changed too. I’m giving Gerard another chance…” Bert’s eyes started to glaze over with tears and he closed his eyes in an attempt to keep them from flowing. “Quinn, I don’t know what to do.” “Do you still love him?” Quinn asked, draping an arm over Bert’s shoulders and pulling the boy closer to him. “I don’t know…I…yes. I do. It’s not fucking fair, but I do.” Bert said, leaning into Quinn and opening his eyes again, releasing a couple tears which were soon wiped away by Quinn’s thumb. “Well, then, you’re just torturing yourself, Bert. Look, I don’t know what you’re going to do, it’s your decision. But don’t push him away if there’s a chance you’ll regret it later.” Quinn smiled meekly and gave Bert a kiss on the head before, albeit politely, kicking him out of his room. Bert stood in the hallway for a minute and then made his way back into the room, pausing when he saw Frank by the doorway. Shaking his head, he walked towards Frank and kissed him lightly on the lips and wiped at his eyes again. “God, I hate you…” He said, turning and walking away from Frank. Frank stayed standing for a minute and then walked to the bed, laying down by Bert, saying in hardly a whisper “I love you, too.” Chapter Twenty-One ____________________________________________________________________ The sappy-ness kills me. but that's quite alright. 8 | comment

navigation [ viewing | most recent entries ] [ go | earlier ]