FrerardFrerard7 years ago in Fan Fiction
It was 4:30 in the morning. The tour bus drove through a rainy Nevada. The pit-pat of rain drops slowly got louder as the storm began to worsen. A huge flash of lightning lit up the sky. For a split second, Frankie could see the beautiful southwesten landscape perfectly from his window. "But it's not as beautiful as Gerard," Frankie thought to himself. He replayed the images of Gerard as he lay sleepless and scared in the top bunk. Even Mikey knew Frankie was petrafied of thunderstorms. He remembered how gorgeous Gee looked on stage that night. How the stage lights made Gerard look as if he was glowing. Frankie could see every perfect feature on Gerards body. Frank couldn't help but to sit up and peak over at Gerard, who was sound asleep in the bunk underneath. All he could see was a breathing lump of blanket. " Even asleep, he makes me smile" Frankie whispered to himself. At that moment Frankie knew he HAD to tell Gerard how he felt. But he couldn't, Bert w
Hypocrite :Frerard:Valentines DayHypocrite :Frerard:6 years ago in General Fiction
Probably the sickest, most vile holiday ever thought of. Ever. I mean, not everyone has someone. Someone they could kiss and hug. Someone they could give horrible tasting chocolates and cheesy valentines cards to Someone they could exchange I love yous with.
Yeah, they always leave out the bisexual guy that wears eyeliner and eye shadow. The guy who wears jeans that cling to his legs and shirts that have band names on them that no one has even heard of. The sixteen year old boy who wears one glove on his right hand and has HALLOWEEN tattooed across his knuckles. Well, that unlucky guy just so happens to be me.
Yeah, me. Probably the only person on the entire face of the planet thats alone on this unpleasant day. And I mean literally, alone. Not even my own mother is here. Shes off on some date with a guy I dont even know. How bad is that?
A mother cant spend a holiday with her only son? I don
FrerardGerard Way was always a quiet kid. He doesnt really have any friends. He has is little brother, Mikey, but they were in different grades and didnt get to see him during school. Gerard was a little different then everyone else, he had jet-black hair, only wore black clothes, wore eyeliner, listened to punk rock, or emo music. A lot of the kids didnt respect that about him, thats why he had no friends.Frerard6 years ago in General Non-Fiction
It was Tuesday, the second day of summer vacation, and Gerard slept in, till bout 1:54 pm.
He stood in the doorway of this kitchen, messed up his (already messed up) hair. Poured himself some coffee, and sat next to Mikey who was eating cereal. Their mom sat down drinking her coffee, Gerard? she said.
Can you go walk down to the Dollar Store and get some stuff?
She hands him a list of groceries.
Ah I dont wanna
But I wanted to play video games all day.
Hey Gee, Mik
Frerard 1 The night was cold. Every breeze that crept through the crevices of the tour bus tortured his shivering frame. Wrapped in blankets up to his strong, slightly pointed chin, little Frankie Iero shuddered at every chill creeping its way up his spine. Whether from the cold itself or the thoughts passing through his mind, he wasnt sure. The darkness of the bunks themselves rivaled that of the icy stillness in the air. He was never a fan of the dark. Snores echoed through the small hallway, probably those of Ray, disturbing the eerie silence of nighttime. Frank peered out of the small curtains isolating him from the other members of the band. Why did he feel like he was being watched? Closing them again, he leaned up against the corner of his bunk letting out a frustrated sigh. Thats what you get for welcoming insomnia as a sick thrill. Leaning his head back against the plastic surface of his bunk, Frank wished for sleep, knowing fully well that it wFrerard 18 years ago in Teen
Out - frerard"Fuck it" I said, sweat dripping down my face.Out - frerard6 years ago in Short Stories
I threw my phone on the ground, for dramatization? Yeah.
"Gerard, I love you. I am in love with you. There. I said it."
His facial expression, puzzled, yet..relieved?
His eyebrows had risen, and his mouth had opened.
As if, he was speechless, his lips twitched in attempt at responding.
My body no longer covered in sweat because we were stuck in the middle of a desert.
stranded until, who knows when.
I was now so nervous, the rush of heat spreading throughout my veins, caused little beads of fear of rejection to fall down my face.
"Ugh, the car broke down, dammit to hell" our manager Brian spoke, out of frustration.
We were in the middle of nowhere, I havent seen a sign directing us anywhere for miles now.
"But, Brian, we're supposed to meet up with the gang in an hour" Gerard said, also sounding rather frustrating.
Its hot, all I can see are a few plants, randomly scattered around, a silent blank road, and thousands of miles of only wh
Pajamas - FrerardSometimes, strange things happen around our tour bus.Pajamas - Frerard4 years ago in Short Stories
Living on tour is never boring.
Okay, yeah, sometimes it is boring.
But what I mean is it's interesting. The four of us each have our own respective personalities, and living together on a bus is like throwing those personalities into a blender on puree and then voila! You have a strange blend of zany, chaotic, activity and muddled body clocks, weird smells, and a lot of coffee.
It's difficult to have very much privacy or breathing space, no matter what bus upgrade we've earned this time around. For example, when someone (Ray) falls asleep on the couch in the lounge, there is absolutely nowhere to sit unless you fancy being sardined in your bunk for the time said person is snoozing the day away.
Then there's the bathroom, which is a toxic gas chamber, especially when the catering menu offers Mexican food. I swear it needs to be fumigated before I will ever go in there other than to take an emergency shower
Curiosity's Bitch ::Frerard::The amazing thing about this was that it came in a moment of utter spontaneity. It didnt occur in a burst of passion or a blaze of romance. It wasnt out of unspoken and unrequited love, and it wasnt achieved surreptitiously- actually, it was very, very blunt. They were lying on their stomachs, not moving to the point where they could feel the dull pound of their hearts in their bellies. The movie they were mindlessly glued to delved into the random (but expected) eight-and-a-half minute boy-on-girl saliva swap. There was about ten to fifteen seconds where neither of them said anything, and after that time passed, the moment hit quickly and bluntly like a sudden slap to the face. Gerard simply tore away from their movie, looked Frank directly in the eyes and said,Curiosity's Bitch ::Frerard::8 years ago in General Fiction
Ive never kissed a boy before.
Frank slowly moved his eyes from the movie to his friend, who returned a sort of half-bored expression, as if hed just asked about the
Drunk - FrerardRight now I'm at a bar after a concert my band, My Chemical Romance, had just finished. We all decided to go out and celebrate just because. Ray was chatting with Bob. Mikey was somewhere on the dance floor. And Gerard was at the bar, ordering alcohol, his weakness.Drunk - Frerard4 years ago in Short Stories
I smiled and decided to seat myself next to him. He's always funny when he's drunk. And it doesn't take much to get him drunk since he's such a light weight with it. Which is weird considering how much he actually does drink.
"Hey Gee." I said while plopping down on the stool next to him.
"Whoaaaaaaaaa...Hey Frankie baaaaaaby" He slurred putting an arm around my neck.
"Drunk I see?" I giggled.
"Pshaw, I'm completely sober." He emphasized.
"Sure you are..." I was trying to stiffle my laugh.
"Don't you sass me you...you elf."
"Elf?" I questioned.
"Yeah. You're an elf. I know because you're this big." Then he put his hand in the air showing me how tall he thought I was.
"I'm not THAT short." I said pouting playfully.
WhatHappensInVegas ::Frerard::Ray pointed to the door of the hotel room. Bob and I are leaving now, he said. Mikey is downstairs swimming, and I dunno where Frank is. Brains off doing what ever, and everyone else is relaxing in the hotel.WhatHappensInVegas ::Frerard::8 years ago in Teen
Gerard nodded absently, his sketchbook resting on his lap, back of his head absorbing the cold that penetrated through the large glass window. Kay, he said, picking up his pencil and rubbing soothing circles into the eraser he had clutched in his hands.
Dont wait up, Ray hollered as Bob opened the door and the two scattered off to do what ever it was those two did. Gerard sighed and closed his eyes, letting a smile tug at his lips gently. Finally alone how long had it been since he was alone? Ages, it felt.
With a sigh he turned his body posture so that he was facing the window. His forehead was pressed against the glass now, making him shiver slightly. He looked down at all the people milling about beneath his
Insomniac ::Frerard::I sat up in bed, my hand automatically moving to the back of my neck to rub it. I stifled a groan: another insomniac night, they were the worst things ever. I normally took sleeping pills to get over it, but I was stupid and had forgotten to get my prescription refilled. So I was living in purgatory, running on about three hours of sleep in the past sixty hours. I was at that stage of exhaustion where your stomach clenches and it feels as if youre hungry, but if you eat anything you know youll hurl.Insomniac ::Frerard::8 years ago in Teen
My hair was getting long, I realized. It was poofing out, something I hadnt expected it to do, but, hey, hair has a mind of its own. I figured that out a long, long time ago, and so far my philosophy has proven to become more and more correct as I get older. My tongue absently played with my lip ring as my eyes moved upwards, staring at the top bunk directly across from me. Ray was up there, and I could see his giant bushy hairball lying on top of a pillow. Below him was B
Tied Up - Frerard"Oh my God," Gerard laughed. He'd just got back to the bus after looking for Frank to find the man himself tied up on the floor. "What happened to you?"Tied Up - Frerard5 years ago in Short Stories
"I think it's pretty obvious..." he blushed, annoyed.
"Who did it? Anyone we know?" Gerard failed to hide his smirk.
Frank rolled his eyes sarcastically. "No, a stranger with keys to the bus. Can you just untie me, please?"
"Not until you tell me who it was," he grinned. Frank sighed, exasperated.
"It was Ray, okay? I made fun of his hair. Now will you let me out?" he snapped. Gerard doubled up laughing.
"R-Ray?" he giggled uncontrollably. Frank glared at him until the giggling subdued, only making him laugh harder.
"It's not funny," Frank frowned disaprovingly.
"No, you're right... haha, sorry," he apologised, covering his mouth to hide his grin.
"NOW will you help me?" Gerard knelt on the floor beside him and was about to untie him when he stopped.
"I'll untie you on one condition," he offered.
"Anything," frank pleaded. Gerard smirk
FrerardFrank stared blankly at the open textbook in front of him. It was the wrong page but he couldn't tell that through the tears welling up in his eyes. He had tried hard all day to blink them back but now, in last period, it was too much to bear. The constant snickers of fag, homo and gay being thrown at him since the beginning of the day were all about to break into his mind from the mental barrier Frank had created to try and block them out.Frerard3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
He let out a little sob and then quickly stared at his notebook when the boy next to him looked up.
"You ok?" he whispered, jabbing Frank with the back of his pen when he didn't look at him.
"Yeah fine." Frank choked back, keeping his gaze fixed on the blank page on his desk.
But the boy didn't look away. He kept his eyes trained on Frank and although Frank couldn't see the look, he could practically feel the boy's curiosity.
"I like your tattoos." the boy whispered again, leaning so close to Frank that he could smell his breath. It smelled like cof
Valentines reunite .Frerard.Gerards POVValentines reunite .Frerard.8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
Today, would be Valentines day.
Normally I would be spending this day moping around with my band mates and their girlfriends.
This year its different.
I have a wife, so today we will be exchanging Valentine gifts.
The strange thing is.
Its not her who I keep thinking of...Frank.
During the summer of 2007, on our tour of Projekt Rev.
Frank and I were, abnormally 'close'
Everyday something new would happen.
We kissed too much for people not to believe something was up.
Or we would do some sort of sexual, kinky move.
I know deep down I love Frank more than I should.
But when Frankie is around me, he wears his heart on his sleeve.
Lately, ever since I, well you can say "dumped" him in august near the end of Projekt Rev. and married Lyn-z, hes been depressed.
He chopped his long beautiful locks.
Doesnt shave anymore.
He wears alot of baggy clothing.
Then again, when he isn't, everyone could tell he's depressed, heartbroken, hurt..
Hes gained weight.
It saddens me to a great exte
Cancer .:Frerard:.He was dying and I couldnt do anything about it, he was hurt. I couldnt even see him. I would have to wait outside in the hallway, until 10 a.m., waiting to see him. He was beautiful; hair or no hair, asleep or awake, cancer or no cancer. I was constantly crying since he had been brought in this horrible, death-ridden place. The doctors couldnt feed him right, nor keep enough water by his bed to drink. Thats why I stayed here, all of the time, thinking of him. Sleep was about to take over me when a doctor appeared in front of my tucked up body. I sleepily looked up to him, at first he was a mere blurry figure, then my vision focused.Cancer .:Frerard:.7 years ago in Fan Fiction
You may see him now if youd like. He whispered to me, telling that I was tired as hell. I nodded, and slowly got up and stretched. I grabbed my water bottle as I yawned, turned around and walked into the empty room across from were I was sitting. I saw the sleeping figure of my love; he shifted to face me as I sat
What Have You Become?:Frerard?Who are you to us? Better: What have you become to us?What Have You Become?:Frerard?8 years ago in General Fiction
I remember how you used to be. I remember when you didn't leave your house because inside the lack of light and the smell of cigarettes and the posters on the walls was the only place you felt safe. I remember when you were dark and insecure and afraid and I know that it's sick and twisted and perverted and wrong but that's why I loved you. I loved it when you would call me at three-thirty in the morning and I could hear your voice quivering, telling me youd Fucked up again because youd had Just one too many and woken up cold and alone in a ditch. I loved to see your big eyes and soft lips and that tiny, pixie nose of yours crumple up as you tried not to cry in front me for whatever reason. Maybe its sadism or maybe its something else, but God, I loved it to death when you were full of an insecure hate for the world and your color was black because that was what you