I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 4I woke up to the sound of my mobile ringing.I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 48 years ago in Fan Fiction
"Frank?" I heard Bob ask, "Where the Hell are you?" I checked my clock. Damn, it was past ten in the morning! Why hadn't I heard my alarm? I must have forgotten to set it last night.
"Er, in bed. My alarm didn't go off."
"Well come to school quickly!"
"Okay, okay!" What was up with him?
When I got to school it was already lunchtime. Yeah, I know. I had a problem finding clean clothes.
"There he is!" shouted Mikey to Bob and Gerard. I walked over to them and frowned,
"That's the problem; we don't know!" exclaimed Bob. "We think something's happened to him."
As soon as school finished we called Ray's mobile. When he didn't answer, we called his home phone number. His mother answered.
"H-hello?" she sounded like she had been crying.
"Mrs Toro?" I asked - we were calling on my phone, "Is Ray okay?"
She sobbed. "No. He-he - come over to the hospital and I... I'll talk to you there. I just came home to get some sleep, b-but I
I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 2There were halloween decorations everywhere; jack-o-lanterns were sitting on the front porch and cobwebs covered most of the windows. I was sitting in the lounge when the doorbell rang. I rushed over to answer it to find my four best friends standing there. I invited them in and fetched them all drinks.I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 28 years ago in Fan Fiction
I sat down between my closest friend, Gerard Way, and his younger brother Mikey. Mikey needed to wear glasses, because his eyesight wasn't too good. He was good-looking though. He was seventeen, like me. Gerard, however, was beautiful. He had long black hair and beautiful golden-hazel coloured eyes. He was dressed as a vampire for the occasion, of course. He was half a year older than me. He's been my friend longer than anyone else has. Oh yeah, I'm also in love with him. But he has a girlfriend. It's kind of awkward, really. I know it's not just some crush, because I've had these feelings for him for the last two years now.
"Hey Frank! You gonna open your presents now?" A blonde boy ca
I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 5"Gerard?"I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 58 years ago in Fan Fiction
He shook his head, not looking at me. I touched my hand to his back tentatively, letting it rest there when he didn't pull away.
"Gerard," I started, but then I stopped. What could I tell him to make him feel better? I had no idea, "I really don't know what to say. I mean, it's as big a shock to me as it is to you. I cou -"
"It's just that everything's happening all at once," he cut in, "I'm really confused."
He looked up at me, eyes shining with tears, "Frankie, I have... I have something to tell you. I - you, I mean... here."
He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against mine gently. He pulled away, biting his lip.
I was speechless. So Gerard did like me like that. I must have given him the wrong impression, though, as he moved away.
"Sorry Frankie, I -"
"No. Don't be." I smiled at him, "Gerard, I feel the same."
He looked up at me and smiled.
"Guys!" Bob called, "They're letting us see Ray now! He's gonna be okay!"
I grinned at Gerard. He laughed, holding
Thunder - A Frerard One-shotI turned gently in my sleep, dreaming about the new song Frank and I were writing for the band. My dreams predicted it was going to be hit.Thunder - A Frerard One-shot5 years ago in Fan Fiction
I was rudely awakened from my sleep by a loud crashing noise coming from outside the tour bus. I sat up and looked out the window.
"Bloody thunderstorms" I mumbled to myself, still half asleep. I lay back down and attempted to get back to my dreams but I knew the thunder wouldn't allow it.
I lay still for a while dozing.
I heard someone else shuffling around on the other side of the bus. Frank.
He was terrified of thunderstorms, they scared the hell out of him. I immediately felt bad for not thinking about him sooner. He must have been terrified, the storm had been going on for at least half and hour, and Frank had trouble sleeping anyway, even without the added noise of the storm.
"Frankie?" I whispered into the darkness.
"Gerard is that you?" came the soft reply from the direction of Franks bunk.
"Yeah, are you alright with the storm Frank?" I as
I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 3The next morning I woke up at around 8:47 am, and I realised I was going to be late for school. I cursed and got ready. I tried brushing my brown hair, but in the end just decided to leave it and headed to school.I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 38 years ago in Fan Fiction
When I finally arrived, the bell hadn't rung yet, so I walked over to Bob and Gerard.
"Hey," I greeted, "Where're Mikey and Ray?"
Gerard shrugged, "As far as I know, they're tired from that other party they went to last night. That's what Mikey told me."
Bob laughed. "They shouldn't have gone. We had loads of fun at Frank's party."
"Yeah," Gerard said, smiling to himself, "Yeah, we did."
We heard the bell ring and headed to our first class.
At lunch, I sat with Gerard and Bob outside under a tree. We had been talking about our classes and homework, when Bob stood up.
"I just remembered," he said, "I need to go meet Sarah inside today. I'll see you after school, 'kay?"
We nodded and he left. Sarah was Bob's girlfriend. She was nice, but we just never hung out with her. Not
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
Frerard - ThunderstormTHIS IS FRERARD FICTION. BE WARNED, IF YOU DONT APROVE OF THE AMAZINGLY HOT COUPLE, OR IF YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE HOMOPHOBIC TYPES, DONT READ IT.Frerard - Thunderstorm8 years ago in Fan Fiction
Darkness floated round the MCR tourbus. It was 3 a.m.; Ray, Bob, Mikey and Frank were asleep in their bunks. Ray was snoring a little. Apart from that, and the scratching of Gerards pen as he drew in the corner by the orange glow of a streetlight nearby, there was silence.
There was a rumble of thunder and a flash of lightening. The lights went out.
What the fuck?!?!?! muttered Gerard.
THUNDERSTORM! YAY! called Mikey, waking suddenly before jumping up on his bunk and smacking his head on the bunk above him. Shit, he said. But THUNDERSTORM! WAHOO!
Whassgoinon? said Bob sleepily, woken by Mikeys shrieking. Another roll of thunder sounded.
Ray got up from his bunk and walked over in the dark to a window, clipping Mikey over the head to sh
FrerardGerard looked towards the bus and screwed up his face. Frankie always thought it was cute. The word stung at him, he'd always felt that way about Gerard. But they were married now. His chance had passed.Frerard5 years ago in Fan Fiction
Frankie sighed as he walked on the bus. Mikey and Ray said something about going to get lunch, but Frankie had already eaten with Gerard, so the two of them stayed behind at the bus.
Gerard coughed heavily, he had caught a cold and it was hanging with him, but like a God he was still able to sing. Frankie thought it was utterly amazing.
"Come on Gee, get in there."
Frankie playfully forced Gerard into the bus by pushing on his friend's mid back. He couldn't help but notice how well built the taller man was.
Once inside, Gerard headed straight for the couch. His red hair blanketed across his pale face, and he didn't take off his sunglasses for a long moment. His eyes were red and tired, making Frankie feel an impulse to make him tea, anything. Something to help
Moaning ::Frerard:: The follow is a comical Frerard story based loosely on things that have happened and mixed with a hell of a lot of things that haven't. Comment and fave or a kitten will shoot iteself. Babies. Yeah. Note: If you haven't seen the video for Gerard Way's moaning, I suggest you check it out. I highly recommend "Gerardgasm" on Youtube. ^_^ Not only is it amazing, but you'll understand the story more. Now enjoy, ya perves.Moaning ::Frerard::8 years ago in Fan Fiction
The moaning has got to stop.
That is, word for word, what Frank thought as he strummed the chords for their bands newest song. Had anyone been looking at him and not the moaning vocalist, they would have seen that he had rolled his eyes somewhere between three and five times, shook his head in disapproval between four and six times, and, for around twenty-five seconds, had not taken his gaze off of Gerard.
There was no moaning in this song. Frank knew. He had helped write the lyrics. He did not recall writing down, Do you have the key to the hotel? Because I'm g
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
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.
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
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
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