Skyscraper - English version.*Note: Sorry for the mistakes.
"How much do you love me Gee?" I asked my eight-year-old best friend while we were on the swings. He looked at me, pressed his lips together and then he looked up at the sky, that meant he was thinking.
"A lot Frankie, you're my best friend!" He said smiling. I knew he wasn't lying, because he had done a lot of things for me, things that nobody had done for me.
"But.. how much is a lot?"
"A lot is.. a lot!" He laughed. I smiled at the thought of my best friend loving me, not in the way I wanted to but.. at least, he loved me.
"Give me an example of what does 'a lot' mean for you!" I smiled. He started thinking, looking everywhere. "Come on Gee!" I pouted.
"I got it!" He giggled, and then he pointed at the highest skyscraper. "I'd jump of this skyscraper for you"
My jaw dropped and I felt my heart skip a beat. I gave him my widest smile and my tightest hug.
"You are my best friend,and I will always love you. I promise I'll do" I sa
Notebook .:Frerard Oneshot:. I had always carried this notebook around with me everywhere. I kept it with me in case something interesting happened around me, or if I get a sudden urge to draw and I didn't have my sketchpad on me. This notebook could easily reflect my life in high school...although not all of it was just me. My best friend in the whole world, Frank would sometimes 'borrow' my notebook and make a silly doodle or write me a private message or something. Frank was the only one who ever saw my notebook's contents. Even my little brother, Mikey never read it.Notebook .:Frerard Oneshot:.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
But I had a different notebook that only I saw; a journal of sorts. It had my deepest darkest secret in it. There was no way in hell that anyone would ever read it because it was disguised as the novel Twilight. Not a single person that knew me would go within ten feet of that book because we all hated it.
Frank and I were practically joined at the hip. We wouldn't go anywhere without asking if the other could come along.
Creep - FrerardIt wasn't always this way.Creep - Frerard3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm naturally drawn to beauty. It's something I personally find rare enough to put on a pedestal; that anything beautiful is meant to be examined and admired.
I'm also more curious than a normal person should be. I guess it's in my genes, and that's something I can't necessarily just wash out.
The first time was an accident.
He had to have known his curtains and blinds were wide open, exposing not just a window, but a huge bay window, on the other side of which was his bedroom. It always struck me as odd of someone to require such a large window in the room where the most private things are accomplished. I didn't dwell on it, though. It wasn't the window I found interesting, anyway, but what lay beyond; within, and what I saw.
I had been walking home from my friend Bob's house. It wasn't far from my apartment at all, maybe a few blocks. I usually rode the bus because Bob complained whenever I was late, and walking meant more distractions. T
Tickle TortureTickle Torture3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I gripped his hand between my fingers. I was so nervous, my palms clammy, but it was worth having his touch. A smile brightened our faces as out lips collided, a kiss, soft and quick. My cheeks reddened anyways. We giggled at the tiny fireworks that filled our stomachs, they were just another thing we could share, another thing we had in common. I never wanted to let go of his hand. Maybe I wouldn't. I bit my lip in shyness, trying to hide my blushing face in my shoulder.
His hand cupped under my chin. "You're beautiful, Franky," he smiled. I felt my insides melt, a warmth drip into my insides. I tried to hold back my goofy smile, but it forced its way out while I crinkled my nose. He chuckled cutely, place a small kiss on my cheek. Oh god, let this last forever! He ran his fingers across my shoulder blade and up my neck. I felt tiny trembles. Then he did something weird.
"What are you doing?" I asked, soft and curious. He pouted slightly, looking at me. "You're not ticklish?" he asked
Trampoline :Frerard:Frank: 5Trampoline :Frerard:3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frank and Gerard's mothers were friends, so it was only a matter of time before they became best friends. At first Gerard had stayed by his mother's side during the Iero's visits, and he would watch his little brother, Mikey, and Frank play outside on the trampoline in their backyard. He would watch curiously from behind his mom as the two laughed and jumped around outside. One day, Gerard slowly, but surely left Mrs. Way's side and stepped quietly outside where Frank and Mikey were sitting in front of the trampoline, talking and giggling. He paused for a moment, not quite sure if he should bother them, but then continued forward. As he stood in front of the two younger boys they looked up at him curiously. he spoke very quietly, obviously nervous,"Uh, c-can I play with you?"
"Yeah, okay," Frank pulled on Gerard's sleeve,"You can sit by me." Gerard sat down in the grass nervously beside the younger boy and kept his head down, not talk
Archery.Gerard Way's just a bit violent. That's why he likes playing croquet. He imagines all those little balls are his classmates, and the wickets are rings of fire that smother his peers when they pass.Archery.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So, he doesn't miss the chance to sign up for the newest class their private school offersArchery.
He knows he won't be that good at it, but it'll be fun to think about shooting sharp arrows into targets or his classmates.
The only problem is that he doesn't want to sign up by himself. That'll just make him a weirdo.
So, after the final bell rings, he walks out his Biology classroom and heads over to his friend's locker, knowing he'll be stuck in there.
Gerard has to kick at the white piece of shit before it opens, and it reveals his short friend sitting at the bottom of it, his phone in his lap as he taps away. Gerard hears him munching, and he suspects it's the bag of chips he hadn't eaten at lunch.
Gerard lightly knocks on the locker door. His friend doesn't raise his head. "Frank,
Dear Gerard from Biology ClassDear Gerard from Biology Class3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dear Gerard Way from my Biology class,
Oh my God,
Gerard Way, from Biology,
words cannot express my undyingI like you. Hell, I might even be inlove with
love for you
you. Even though I've only spoken to you four times this whole year.
I've been liking you ever since my eyes rested on your soft scalp,
which I have been gazing hopelessly at all year. It's pretty pathetic
Your scalp is beautiful.You're beautiful.
I blame you for making me fail Biology,
your God damn scalp...
I love the way you turn your head and gaze out the window in a drifting
daze, and start biting at your chapped, full lips with boredom.
I can'tEvery movement
blame you, Mr. Jefferson a fucking bore with everything.
is just, alluring.
And when in class, and those times you turn your head so I can see, your eyes
twinkle under the shitty excuse of high quality school lighting. (Ah, bless this
God for your angelic looks
Squeak :Frerard: Squeak...Squeak :Frerard:3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Squeak. Squeak, squeak
"Geez, this f---king bed needs fixed or something, it's annoying!" Gerard muttered angrily to himself, changing positions in an attempt to become comfortable while doodling. His pencil trailed across the page, making dark lines that contrasted with the pure white of the page, "Ugh!" Squeak, squeak.
Gerard adjusted his position, now leaning on his left elbow. He erased a line quickly, making the bed squeak with the fast movements of his arm. He frowned, making a growling sound. The squeaky springs in his bed were becoming increasingly bothersome to him. How could he possibly draw something good when he was being distracted by that constant squeaking?
Gerard looked up, still frowning slightly, then let his expression lighten when he saw his brother standing in his doorway, "Yeah?"
Mikey pointed a thumb behind him, "Your boyfr
The Kiss - FrerardI was giving all my effort in my guitar, as usual while playing 'You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prision'. It was Ray's guitar solo at the moment, so I took a break from playing. Then I noticed Gerard strutting over to me and grabbing the back of my head, forcing me to kiss him.The Kiss - Frerard3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was surprised, obviously, but kissed back right away. His tounge pushed it's way into my mouth, exploring it fully. I could barely battle for dominence, because he was winning. I wrapped an arm around his waist and let my other arm fall from my guitar.
And then I remember we were on stage. I stopped kissing him and he pushed me away from him, and continued singing like nothing happened. I shook everything from my head and went on playing.
----Fast forward to after the show----
We were all really sweaty because the show had just finished. It actually looked like we had just showered, especially me. I don't know why but I'm always the one to emerge the most drenched in sweat. Gerard was always second.
Dance: FrerardFrank pushes a note in front of me.Dance: Frerard4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gee come to my place before the dance yeah?
I wrote a sloppy reply while our teacher wasn't looking.
Frank smiled and shoved the note into his planner. He turned his attention back to the screen where Bear Grylls was eating goat testicles.
The bell rang and I rushed out of the classroom, heading to my locker. All the way through the hallway you could hear the preppy girls say things like, "My hairdresser is adding blonde highlights!" or "I can't wait to get my dress on!" Then you heard the non-preppy girls saying tuff like, "I can't wait until this is all over." Or "I'd love to rip out all the hair on her head."
The guys, they weren't interesting. They just talked like guys, no dance on their minds.
"Hey bro!" my brother said when I got to my locker, which was right next to his.
"Act a little more excited!"
I raised an eyebrow, "Um why?"
"Dude tonight's the dance."
"And why should I be excited?"
He glared at me. "
Frerard - Drama Lessons - OneshotMy hands shook as I gripped the crumpled script tightly. I was going to ask him today. I was, I was, I was.Frerard - Drama Lessons - Oneshot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I took a deep breath as I approached him. He was sat at the bottom of the concrete stairwell, as usual, his lunch balanced precariously on his knees. He hadn't seen me yet and I considered turning around and walking away. No, no! I had to do it today. I needed his help.
Another step forward and I knew he must have heard me this time, because his head turned in my direction. When his gaze landed on me, his lips stretched into a toothy grin and I felt my heart pounding in my throat and my knees start to wobble underneath me.
"Hey!" He called, beckoning for me to come over, moving his bag from his side down to his feet so that I could sit next to him.
"Hi." I smiled as I sank down beside him.
"Whatcha got there, Gee?" He asked, peering at the paper in my hands.
"Ah, I wanted to talk to you about that actually " I was begging my nerves not to fail me, I'd got this far. "It's the
So, New Boy Frank's POV:So, New Boy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I watched the group of boys as they laughed and playfully punched each other. I felt like such a creeper. I bet they didn't even know me by anything other that what everybody called me,"New Boy". Yep, that was me, I was the new boy. I'd been at the school for about a week, and I was at that stage when everybody had lost interest in me, except for the occasional stereotypical jock that started some crap. Anyway, back to the guys I was staring at (wow that sounds really creepy when I say it like that) it was a group of three friends that had just stood out to me when I first arrived.
There was Ray Toro, he was the tallest of the group and also the most social. I'd seen him talking and laughing with several random girls on a couple of occasions, okay, maybe he was just flirty. Yeah, probably. His hair was interesting and one of the most prominent of his features, he had a thick mass of curly hair that was kept in what could only be d
I'm Okay, Trust Me- FrerardThey walked towards me in their usual gang, grinning viciously and ready to beat me. I'd figured running only made it worse- when they finally caught up it hurt even more. The crowd of jocks towered over the hallway; ugly, tough and spotty faces looking for trouble. Just before they saw me, my eyes fell onto their 'leader', the one they all looked up to- or rather down to. Frank was a lot smaller than the rest and he looked different- his body was already littered with tattoos and a few piercings, one on his lip, one on his nose and his ears. He could get away with those as a sign of being tough somehow without anyone losing respect, even if he had overgrown brown hair that nearly covered his sparkling hazel eyes. All the girls in the school seemed to have a crush on him. So did I. I wish I didn't- I so wish I didn't- but everything about him is so stunning. That adorable giggle, the abs and muscles he supported on his small figure, the toughness but sweetness all at the same time... hI'm Okay, Trust Me- Frerard4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
FAT:Frerard 6No one ever knew what happened under that tree, but when Frank Iero emerged carrying a bloody t-shirt and wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt, closely followed by a grinning Gerard Way, it was unanimously agreed by the population of Eastern High School that Frank and Gerard were each other's friends and no one elses.FAT:Frerard 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-2 Months Later-
"Mikes, I can't tell him!" Didn't I have this EXACT conversation with Gerard 10 minutes ago?
"Why not? You guys are friends now, what's the worst that can happen?" I recieved one of Frank's trade mark 'wow, you're an idiot' glares. Why are they both so freaking shy? It drives me mad.
"If he ditches me I've got no one! I can't lose him!"
"If you don't tell him I will." Exactly what I said to Gee.
"No! You can't! I just...how?" How should I know?
"Just do it! He's coming! Look!" Conviniently, my brother chose that moment to come downstairs. And he's looking good. He's lost a bit of weight recently, probably cause of Franks hyperactivity rubbing off on
The Boy Next Door 1-FrerardChapter 1The Boy Next Door 1-Frerard4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I woke up to the sound of beeping. A consistent beeping sound coming from outside.
Why wouldn't it just shut the fuck up? I was trying to sleep here! After a couple of minutes of just lying there in bed the beeping still hadn't stop and it was really driving me crazy. Groaning I rolled over to look at my alarm clock to learn it was 8:05.
Why was I up this early? On a Saturday as well! Oh well, I thought, might as well get up now.
I stretched in my bed rolling over slightly resulting in me rolling off the bed completely and landing with a loud and very painful bang.
"Frank is every thing okay up there honey?" my Mom shouted up at me. Jeez was I really that heavy my Mom would be able to hear me down stairs?
"Yeah Mom," I replied sighing. I walked over into my ensuite (which is just a fancy word for saying my bathroom attached to my bedroom,however invented that word is a fucktard) after picking up a towel from behind my door. I turned on the water to my shower waiting for it to
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 - Frerard3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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.
Game-FrerardBonding time..? Why in the hell had he agreed to do this? Stupid Mikey and his stupid ideas... Camping. Of all things, camping?! They were a band, for Christ's sake, how could they not spend enough time together? Frankie unfurled his sleeping bag in the tent and clambered ungracefully back outside to join the guys around the fire... If you could call it that. It was barely lit. Ray was on his hands and knees beside it, blowing on the fire in an attempt to get it going. "Dammit! Light, you stupid fire!" Ray grumbled irritably, blowing harder. "Careful, Ray. Don't wanna light the 'fro," Bob warned, a grin on his face. "You're funny..." Ray started, getting up and brushing himself off. "Why don't you try?" Bob was about to protest, but Gerard's voice interrupted. "Move over, boys... Daddy's got the big guns..." They looked up to see their vocalist holding a can of paint thinner and a lighter. "Hell, no. I'd like to live, thanks," Ray stated, crossing his arms. "Oh, you'll live, TorGame-Frerard4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
MCR: Gestures.It began with a gesture, and a rude gesture at that, to tell me that all of my previous thoughts had been wrong. I always figured that Frank Iero was a faggot. The clothes, the make-up, the way he acted around his friends well, it all screamed gay to me.MCR: Gestures.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, high school boys will be boys, running around and acting like they're faggots to get a laugh out of everybody. Frank Iero was one of those boys. He was practically the main one they all went to, hoping to get a quick laugh out of the other students. Picking people up, holding them, humping their backs, and cupping their asses, well, Frank was an expert at that. So, it wasn't my fault he liked to mislead others; besides, I was one of his frequent victims of these random acts.
But, relying on my observations and my undeniable feelings, I went up to him after school, all the while trying to quiet down my beating heart. I leaned against the locker beside his own, staring at him, my bag over my shou
The Box.People around the school knew Gerard Way as the creepy guy that dyed his hair a lot.The Box.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His classmates knew him as the guy who sat in the corner and didn't talk to anybody.
His friends, you could say, knew him as the one that drew amazingly, who was going to make it far in the comic industry.
His brother knew him as the best sibling in the world.
I knew him as my boyfriend.
Notice I say "knew", as in the past tense of "know"?
Well Gerard killed himself a week before our high school graduation.
He, he said the bullying was too much. He said that it's been going on ever since he was fifteenthe year he finally felt proud enough to tell his parents and friends that he was gay.
He said he was glad that the bullying died down for a bit after the "I'm gay" news got around, but it started up again when he was eighteen, when he dyed his hair red.
I tried to tell him he shouldn't care what the others thought, just try to stay strong, and he seemed strong for a long time, but
Piercingly Beautiful - FRERARDFandom: My Chemical RomancePiercingly Beautiful - FRERARD3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Frerard (Frank Iero and Gerard Way)
Point of View: Gerard
I told Frankie no. Made it perfectly clear that he was not doing that in my bedroom, no matter how much he wanted to. No fucking way was it going to happen. I told him that just because my parents and little brother are out doesn't make it alright to do something like that in my basement bedroom. I couldn't have stressed the point enough, told him exactly the opposite of consent. Told him that hell could freeze over and I still wouldn't change my mind. It just wasn't going to happen. Nope. Not in my bedroom and certainly not without his mom knowing.
Yet here he is, standing in front of me in his torn-up jeans and Misfits t-shirt, beaming at me with the pride of a five-year-old showing off his first loose tooth.
"You did what?" I gawp, staring at him in disbelieving shock at his admittedly admirable determination, my voice more incredulous than angry. "You do know that your mom's gonna kill yo
Frerard Mini FicFrerard Mini Fic3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A short guy, with a black fringe and red sides stormed into the store. I looked up lazily from my comic just in time to see him slam his tattooed fist on the counter. "Do you have Alice Cooper." It was more of a statement than a question. I rolled my eyes, "I'm sorry, I don't know any celebs." I looked back down to my Deathnote comic, my raven hair covering my eyes. "Ha. Ha. Very funny asshole. Alice Cooper shirts you dumbnut."
I looked back up and looked the kid over. Nirvana shirt, pink studded belt, black skinnes. Nice. I flipped my hair in a hostile manner. "Yea. Oh and nice comeback shortie." The man rolled his hazel eyes and leaned his torso over the counter, "Says the guy who just checked me out." He backed up smirking, "S'right, I totally just saw you look at me like that."
I glared, Bitch. I thought, Straight up sexy bitch. "So you play for the other team sexy cashier?" he winked. I glared and shut my com
Storm -Frerard one-shot Frank's POVStorm -Frerard one-shot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A crashing boom echoed outside the tour bus, jolting me back to full consciousness when I had been so close to sleep. My heart banged against my ribs, and the black-purple sky cracked open in a blinding bolt. The clouds rumbled threateningly overhead. Not to mention it was fucking cold; the bunk I was in felt like an autopsy table in a morgue, despite the covers and sheets that surrounded me.
As I inhaled another icy breath, I could hear my lungs rattle from the fear that so childishly resided in my heart. My eyes stung, wide and cold, in the pitch black, until another jamboree of thunder and lightning wrathed nearer again. I shivered, pulling my sweatshirt-clad arms tight around my ow
Friday the 13thFrank slipped a black Misfits t-shirt over his thin body and sprayed a bit of cologne on himself, looking in the mirror one last time to fix his hair and eyeliner. His stomach fluttered with both excitement and anxiety. Tonight he would be going on a blind date set up by one of his old high school friends, Danny. Frank was reluctant to go as he secretly had a slight crush on Danny, but having not been on a date in nearly a year, he decided to accept the offer. Danny said the guy's name was Gerard. They had lived in the same neighborhood as kids and ran into each other at the local coffee shop. While catching up, Gerard mentioned being single and Danny asked if he was interested in men. When Gerard said yes, Danny took this as an opportunity to set them up. It was a bit weird going on a date with someone he'd never met, but why not just try it? It might be fun.Friday the 13th4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he tucked his wallet into his pocket and bounded down the stairs. Ray, his housemate
Hooked- Frerard"You can't be rebellious without being stupid Frankie!" I shouted over his maniacal laughter, while sprinting after him.Hooked- Frerard4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a freezing Sunday morning and in the heart of February, and Frank had insisted that we both go and vandalize the east side of the school. We had three cans of spray paint, two regular cans, and two paint brushes. We were currently running like mad-men as the school staff chased lazily after us, we didn't even get to paint anything and they had already seen us. Dashing through the empty parking lot and through the various flowers and bushes that lined it, and finally the fence It was your standard metal school fence, nothing super complicated to climb, but for Frank, that was another story. He was about 4'6 at the time and that didn't help with the current situation of the approaching vice principle.
"Damn it Frankie," I mutter as I watched him flail like a hooked fish. "I knew this was a bad idea."
Gym ClassGym Class4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank Iero screamed as the red ball flew towards him, he heard the mocking voices of the other gym students, the snickers; these were the noises he'd been followed by his entire life. As soon as the foam ball hit his chest, he knew something was wrong. The ball was stuffed with rocks. Some jerk had poked a hole in the dodge ball, and took out the original soft insides, replacing them with heavy pebbles.
The breath was knocked right out of him and he was knocked to the ground where he lay gasping, the ball a deadweight on his chest, pinning him down, completely at the mercy of the other teens in the gym. Frank squirmed, but found that he still couldn't get up, and he felt tears running down his cheeks as the face of the coach loomed next to his and the teacher growled, "Get up, fag."
He whimpered and tried to get to his feet again, failing miserably.
"Fine then, Iero, guess I'll just go and get coffee now, hmm?" The coach sneered and walke