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
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
Squeak :Frerard: Squeak...Squeak :Frerard:4 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
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:.4 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.
Poetry Class Part1.I knew I'd made a horrible call, staring down at the script on my desk. I'd joined this poerty class for poetry, not this lovey-dovey Romeo and Juliet shit. How was this going to help me in anything? I thought, flipping through a couple pages. This isn't even romantic! Let alone intelligable. I let out an exaggerated sigh, aggravating Ms. Chilz who was standing in front of the class, waiting to do her job. Which she obvoiusly wasn't, because this was poerty class, and all I had was this dumb Shakespeare. The class was silent, filled with students in high honors, waiting to be taught a brutal lesson in writing. That's what I was expecting too, when I signed up for this class. "So now that we all have a book, I'll explain what's going on and what we're looking for in this," she explained, snooping her eyes around the room. I sneered, tapping my pen in impatience. "Shakespeare is one of the most amazing authors in history, writing extremely beautiful pieces that we know to this day. We onPoetry Class Part1.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Piercingly Beautiful - FRERARDFandom: My Chemical RomancePiercingly Beautiful - FRERARD4 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
FAT: Frerard 17Frank's POVFAT: Frerard 174 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I woke the next morning alone, and suddenly felt so used. I forgave him, and he left me anyway? Who does that?! Why would he do that to me? Only then did I see the note:
Sorry if you wake up and I've disappeared, I'll be back soon
Love Gee...xxx... I don't care if it's dorky, teenage-girly and embarassing, I'm keeping this forever. I'm keeping him forever.
"Frankieee! Guess who's back!" I guess Gee. A sloppy kiss to the side of my face and a cold body joining mine under the blankets confirmed my suspicions.
"Where did you go?"
"What did you do?"
"...Things." I guess I should be more suspicious, considering recent events, but it's not like he kept it a secret. "You'll see soon."
"As soon as I can get you off me and in to the living room." I hope it's nothing massive, my parents didn't know he was staying round. To be honest, they barely know him at all. They're barely home, and so am I, so our house isn't really a home, it
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 - Oneshot4 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
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
Stay- FrerardIt hurt to see him like this. I watched as he walked up the corridor with steps so small, just like him really. Small and frail. Broken inside. His head hung, watching his scruffy, ripped and dirty converse kick along the floor- later than everyone else. I knew he was purposely late to avoid the crowds and the bullies who wanted him dead more or less- they helped make his life a living hell. I studied the hooded boy, soft brown hair covering his thin eyebrows and almost his beautiful but sorrow filled hazel eyes. He had a perfectly shaped face, lush lips that supported a shining lip ring which contrasted with his introverted, shy and gloomy personality. I'm sure he wouldn't be like that if his life wasn't what it was. Tight, dirty jeans hugged his skinny legs and a baggy hoodie hung from his thin frame. It was clear that no one in his life had ever told him how beautiful he really was and as much as I wanted to tell him- I couldn't. He was abused by his parents, he was beat at school aStay- Frerard4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Trampoline :Frerard:Frank: 5Trampoline :Frerard:4 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
Frerard- french class prt 2"Frank I have told you TIME AND TIME AGAIN stop it !"Frerard- french class prt 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank got the giggles at the sight of his now boyfriend Gerard in a fit of both annoyance and anger, but that just made Frankie giggle more at the sight of Gee's cheeks burning a mad crimson. Alas he still continued to swing back and forth on his chair. Each time he attempted to let go of the table that was both anchoring him to the ground and supporting the weight of Ray sitting on it, Gerard's hand would come down and clamp all four legs firmly to the floor. Frank would try and sneak little leans just to tease Gee, when he thought his boyfriends mind was pre-occupied with his French work; he would slyly tilt back on his chair. Though these attempts where futile as Gerard's artistic hand would once again pull dear little Frankie firmly on the floor.
One particularly boring French lessons Frank subconsciously leaned back on his chair. He was half asleep and currently in a beautiful day dream about puppies, his head becoming increasi
FAT: Frerard 16GERARD'S POVFAT: Frerard 164 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gee ?" Frank gazed up at me from his slumped position against the car window. The world was flashing past, the world I'd missed back in England, but all I could see was those tears tainting and outlining his perfect face. "Gee, what've you done?"
"I've done a terrible thing, Frankie." And so I explained to him, tearfully, stuttered what I had done. Thankfully the taxi driver couldn't hear what we were saying, and the rest of my family were in another taxi, but I was still so nervous. My wonderful, beautiful Frankie I never deserved him in the first place all I wanted was to be worth him. Guess it just wasn't meant to be.
He raised his bloodshot eyes to mine like it was a struggle, like it broke his heart just to look at me. It broke mine too, to see him so lost. "Will you do it again?"
"Do what again?"
"Will you cheat on me again?" I had made sure there were no false pretences. He may have drugged me, but I let him. And gradually, as the night inched its
FAT: Frerard 10Frank's POVFAT: Frerard 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's been a week since that... interesting night, and I have to admit, I'm REALLY not willing to let Gerard go to England tomorrow. I don't care if he says he loves it there, I want him to love me more. No, ignore that, I want him to love AMERICA more. That's what I meant. Yeah. Just keep telling yourself that Frankie.
Gerard wrapped his arms around me from behind and I grinned ecstaticly, loving the sudden contact. We haven't really been in...that area since our first date, but we have been closer, which I love. LIKE. I like it. I like him. I LOVE Skittles, which he's offering, and gladly take a loaded handful, stuffing them feverishly into my mouth.
"Frankie, do you think I'm fat?" That caught me off gaurd.
"I think you're beautiful." Topic succesfully dodged. Why would it matter anyway? I lo-I LIKE him too much to care.
"Not answering the question." Damn. I thought I was more talented than that.
He chewed his lip, and I knew I had my answer. Frank thinks I'm
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.4 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,
Snow's Better :Frerard:Rain I love the rain. I love how the little cold droplets feel on your skin. I love the little beads of water sliding over your skin and dripping from your clothes.Snow's Better :Frerard:4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I walked down the deserted sidewalk. The neighborhood was still and silent, as if its residents were asleep. I knew they weren't because the lights from their houses cast a warm, gentle, pale yellow glow on the world.
No one in this town appreciated the rain. No one dared go outside when it was pouring like this; not when it was this cold. No one but me that is.
I tucked my hands in my coat pockets, burying them in the warm folds. I swung my legs in wide arcs as I strolled lazily down the street. I breathed in the thick scent of rain, feeling better than I had in days.
"What are you doing out here?" an exasperated voice asked. I looked over my shoulder to see a figure huddled in a doorway. I turned to see him wrapping a scarf around his neck as if
So, New Boy Frank's POV:So, New Boy4 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
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
Senior Year - Frerard One ShotIt was finally the last day of school. Finally the day that we get out of the hell named Belleville High. I couldn't actually believe it, I was going to be leaving school, forever. I don't even know what I would do after school, this is all I've ever known. I know I want to become a comic book artist but how was I going to do that. Argh! I needed to talk to Mikey or Frank.Senior Year - Frerard One Shot4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was interrupted by my thoughts by Frank walking up to me - Speak of the devil! He didn't really seem like his normal self, not all happy and jumpy. He seemed nervous really. Maybe he was having the same problems as I was.
"Hey Frankie!" I greeted him with a huge smile. He didn't even look up at me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine. Just, read this?" Frank then handed me a little envelope with my name written on the front of it. I took it and look down at the envelope with fascination. I was going to answer him but by the time I looked up, he was already walking away, shoulders slumped and his head hanging down low.
Frerard: Kill All Your FriendsI was finally out of school and now I am back, I am studying art at college and for this semester I was helping out at a local school as an art helper.Frerard: Kill All Your Friends4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Basically I take the class sometimes when the teacher is busy or just lazy. Usually I just sit in the corner as the teacher wanders in and out getting emails going to meetings.
I don't mind it I get to sit by my self and draw all day, occasionally a student will ask to go to the toilet, ask where the yellow paint is or ask for more paper.
I ponder on my thoughts and by the end of each day I have drawn about 30 pages of drawings, cartoons, scribbles or words. There are endless supplies of paint, pencils, canvases, paper and coffee. I could defiantly do this as a job.
It a private boys school, we have a teachers staff room inside the art department which I normal flitter in and out off with fresh cups of expensive coffee, the other teachers don't mind. They usually laugh and say 'at least someone is using that machine, don't even know why
Stay Sequel- FrerardFrank's P.O.VStay Sequel- Frerard4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My parents had stopped abusing me and tried putting us on even terms after the suicide attempt. I'd not gone through with the second one I had planned- Gerard had given me a reason to build my life back up. I was laid out on my bed, thinking back to the perfect day our lips had first met- when the weight was briefly lifted from my chest. How stunning he had looked, how perfect the atmosphere was, how I had the most amazing, warm feeling inside of me. I remember the feeling of his lips against mine and the second time we kissed- a real passionate, love filled kissed. Love. A word I never thought would exist in my life. Gerard had been so sweet and gentle in the month we had been together, constantly telling me I wasn't worthless, I was special, I was beautiful and my favourite- he loved me. I always smiled when thinking about Gerard, how much he helped me out and how much he didn't deserve someone like me- I felt like I had to repay him somehow.
I slung my bag over my shou
FAT: Frerard 7Frank's POVFAT: Frerard 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I did NOT need telling twice, grabbing his neck and pulling his lips to mine. Before you ask, no, he wasn't crushing me. I'm short, not feeble. I wrapped my legs around his waist, never wanting to let go. Strangely, it felt like I'd been waiting for this my whole life.
"Holy mother freaking shit." I heard... Tim? "McGay's eating Iero!" Nice one, thank you so much for your input...
Just when everything was suddenly perfect, on of Frank's old friends (...Tim?) decided to put in an appearance.
"McGay's eating Iero!" Something snapped in Frank's eyes. What if this is like, a wake up call? What if he remembers I'm just a fat loser. McGay, Elephant Way, whatever...He shoved me off of him, and my world came crashing down. Shit he's gonna leave me and tease me and hate me forever and-
"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare. Say. That. About. My. Boyfriend." I almost swooned right there and then. I'd say I'm a pacifist, but there's something ridiculously romantic about seeing your
Don't Go- FrerardI was raised in the valley, there was shadows and death.Don't Go- Frerard4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I remembered it all. Me and my younger brother as children; the playing, the bright days and innocent games. The way our proud parents would watch over us with smiles on their faces at their young boys, everything had been perfect. We had everything to look forward to; we would grow into beautiful and smart young men some day. I was three years older than my younger brother, Mikey, who was more of a best friend. I had been thirteen and my brother ten the day the news had been delivered. Thirteen the day my little perfect world was ravaged. Thirteen the day I began dying.
Got out alive but with scars I can't forget. This kid back in school, subdued and shy, an orphan and a brother and unseen by most eyes.
I just faded back into anything. I wasn't bullied or beaten, it was only worse. I was invisible. Ever since my parents had died I had just sunken below the level of recognition, ever since I was abandoned by all liv
Bring Him Home To You- FrerardThe day you lost him I slowly lost you too, for when he died, he took a part of youBring Him Home To You- Frerard4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The day had started off normal. Gerard and I walking home from high school with the usual glances and blushes as I had feelings for him that sometimes I wished weren't there, he would never know though, I didn't want to disrupt our great friendship. Gerard was speaking about his brother and his whole face had lit up- I wished I could make him smile like that. However I wasn't paying much attention to what he was saying; my mind captivated by his soft lips speaking excitedly and his hazel eyes sparkling with joy. His pale skin lit up in the late afternoon sunlight and his black hair clung to his angular jaw, sometimes I just imagined running my fingers down it and feeling his soft skin against mine but he seemed to notice that I jumped whenever he even touched me. I was pathetic like that.
Back then my only worry had been how I was ever going to confess my feelings to Gerard. He seemed like he had
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 64 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