I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 1"Mum, Dad, I'm gay"I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction
I watched as my mother's face contorted into a series of different expressions, from mild surprise to understanding to disappointment. My father, on the other hand, looked like he was having a hard time trying not to explode.
"No." he stated firmly through gritted teeth. "My son - my only son - is not... gay." He stood up and nodded his head, as if to confirm that his statement was true.
I was worried that this would happen. My father had never been too accepting of homosexuals. "Yes Dad, I am. I'm sorry if y-"
"Don't you DARE talk back to me!" he cut me off. "We have to do something about this. I will not have a queer living under my roof!"
I was as disgusted at him as he appeared to be at me. "Maybe I'll move out then!" I snarled.
My father laughed at this. "Yeah, go live with your boyfriend, Frank!"
"You know what? I think I will! At least he cares about me!"
Ha. He didn't see that one coming. I smirked to myself.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
Eye Contact aka Frerard 2Sweat poured from every single pore on his body. Drenching his tight, black clothing and dripping off the edges of his long black hair. The stage had to be a million degrees, or so he thought. Thousands of fans screamed, reaching a pitch so deafening, everything seemed to go numb. Gerard turned his back to the audience observing the other band members. Bob, so involved with his endless drumming, did not look back. His blonde hair dripping much like the observer. Mikey and Ray were simultaneously body banging to the beat screaming from the amps and microphones. And then there was Frankie, a stupid grin plastered on his face. His hazel eyes sparkling like every star in the sky. Eye contact. Gerards heart flipped in his chest as he turned back to the audience.Eye Contact aka Frerard 28 years ago in Teen
Mama, we all go to hell. Mama, we all go to hell. Im writing this letter and wishing you well, Mama we all go to hell.
The addictive beat of the song gripped his body and tossed it around like a rag doll, no