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The Box.People around the school knew Gerard Way as the creepy guy that dyed his hair a lot.The Box.2 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 fifteen—the year he finally felt proud enough t
Headache."I have such a headache."Headache.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Shut the fuck up, Gerard," my little brother teases from the other side of the tour bus as he types away on his Sidekick.
"How about you stop telling me what to do and just continue sexting with your little boyfriend?" I laugh to myself and get up from the chair I was planted in for the last ten minutes. I sway over to the counter and reach for the coffee machine, but a hand slaps at mine. When I look up, I see Mikey Way.
"Why'd you do that for? Your big bro needs his coffee." I attempt once more to grab at the pot, but Mikey ends up pushing my hand away and knocking me upside the head.
"Your little bro says you
All Was Golden in the Sky.There's a young teenAll Was Golden in the Sky.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
that goes by the name
Frank.
He has a head full of long black hair that
makes him resemble a girl.
His parents are ashamed of his looks,
at how their only son should have been their only daughter.
So, they lock him up in his room,
make him stay on the balcony
while they host a party downstairs.
Frank's a bright boy,
and he figures out a way to get past his parents' ways.
He would climb down the wall beside his balcony
and sneak in the party that way.
He always dreamt of going to one of his parents' parties.
He had heard that they were glorious,
decorated in the finest of objects that could
make anyone
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.2 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 offers—Archery.
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
Wax.Frank Iero makes Voo-Doo dolls whenever he feels lonely.Wax.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today, he decides to make one of his ex-boyfriend—the stupid bastard that decided to cheat on him and knock a girl up. Frank recalls she was in a shitty band.
He stares at the surface of his desk and grabs a handful of melted candle wax. His ex always liked to burn candles when they were intimate. Frank liked that about him.
He smashes the pieces of wax together and shapes his former lover. It looks exactly like him.
He ends up making two more dolls—one of the girl he cheated with and one of a little baby girl.
Later that night, he lights a candle and throws the dolls in.
First Day.The first time Frank Iero fell in love was in the sandbox.First Day.1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was only eight at the time, but he knew it was still love. Sure, his hands were covered with dirt, his face was scratched up, and his eyes were red from crying all day, but he knew it was still that wonderful, overwhelming emotion.
He was sitting in the sandbox at his elementary school, the sand and other materials covering him from head to toe. Maybe that's why he was crying, but it was so long ago—he can't remember now.
It was late at night—well, late to an eight-year-old, so it was only around five. It was chilly outside—it only being around twenty degrees Fahr
Milk."I miss drinking milk," I softly admit, not wanting him to hear, but he does anyway, and he goes on to laugh at me.Milk.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Seriously, Poison? Out of all the things in the world, you choose to miss milk." He snorts and shakes his head, looking off to the side.
I sink deeper into the diner's roughly cushioned chair, a frown on my face. That's not all I miss, I want to say. I run my fingertips along the table top's surface, my hazel eyes clouding up with tears. One falls out my left eye.
I miss the old you.
Owl."Look! An owl just flew by."Owl.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Fuckin' liar."
He grinds my hips into the sand, pressing his mouth to my ear. His hot breath attacks the brim. "I swear I just saw it."
My lips tremble. "You're lying. They're all gone."
His tongue attaches to my neck, licking up the sweat. It swirls around my ear lobe as his hands lay on my sides, pressing my belly closer to the ground. "Why would I lie?"
My breath catches in my throat when I hear a small hooting sound come from above us.
Poison softly chuckles. "I wouldn't lie to you."
MCR: Perfect.MCR: Perfect.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was told he wasn't perfect.
And after years and years of ridicule and judgment, he started to believe them.
He'd spend hours in front of the mirror, poking at the fatty areas on his stomach, the disgusting parts on his thighs, and the flabby skin on his arms.
He hated it all, and he couldn't understand why his imperfections—his flaws—wouldn't leave him alone.
He'd done all the right things.
He'd, sorta, eat healthy. Well, healthier than he was eating before.
He'd purged at all the right times.
He'd known when to starve himself to the point right before his body went into starvation mode. He hadn't wanted that. He'd heard
Dear Gerard from Biology ClassDear Gerard from Biology Class2 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 undying
love for you I like you. Hell, I might even be inlove with
you. Even though I've only spoken to you four times this whole year.
Yeah, FOUR.
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
haha. 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
Yearbook."Smile!"Yearbook.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I don't.
"C'mon. It's for the yearbook," Frank sings, and he waves the camera around before putting it back to his face.
I still don't. I turn my head to look down at the tiled floor of the sophomore hallway. "I don't like my smile. It's awkward, and my teeth are small and stupid." I kick the ground.
Frank sighs, and he goes to lean up against the locker beside me. "I think your smile's beautiful." He grabs at my hand. "You're going to have to smile. Picture day's coming up."
I grimace, but squeeze his hand back. "Whatever."
Lullaby."There ain't no sunshine when she's gone… only darkness when she's away…"Lullaby.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His hand presses against the other's swollen stomach. His fingers curl into his palm, and he starts to softly shake as he leans down to kiss the brim of the shorter's ear.
"There ain't no sunshine… when she's g-gone, and this house just ain't no-o h-ho-me anytime sh-he goes a-away."
The trembling other hugs his partner, holds him close. "You are my su-sunshine, my only su-sunshin-ne… you make me ha-happy… pl-eas-se don't take my su-sunshine aw-away."
The younger of the two smiles before touching his stomach. "I won't."
Sweats."Why do you like me wearing these?" Frank Iero goes and stretches the material of the sweatpants on his legs.Sweats.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His boyfriend hugs him from behind. "Are-aren't you com-comfortab-b-ble?"
Frank nods. "I am. It's just that…" He drifts off.
Gerard Way tightens his hug. "Is it, is it Brendon?" he asks softly as he kisses the other's cheek.
Frank nods again. "He never liked me wearing them."
The black-head ruffles his hair. "Well, I, I like you wear-wearing-g them, Frank. Who-o cares a-about Brendon? He hurt yo-ou."
The teenage mother only nods. "I love you, Gerard."
"I lo-ove you-u, too."
Amusement Park."Hey, Frank."Amusement Park.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What?"
"If you get on this ride with me, I'll win you a prize." My boyfriend's face lightens up into a smile. "C'mon," he murmurs, going to shake me.
"Okay, okay, fine," I say, and we head toward the tall, scary ride. My heart beats in my throat. "I don't wanna do this anymore."
"Pansy."
I sit on a bench outside the roller coaster I had just gotten off. I'm curled over into a small ball, my chest touching my knees. My breathing is out of control, and my stomach continues to grumble from my nervousness and the emptiness of it, since I had thrown up a few minutes prior.
I cough a bit and close my eyes.
A hand touches my sh
Creep - FrerardIt wasn't always this way.Creep - Frerard2 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 accomplis
I Have No Famous Last Words.His fingers tightly curl around my jacket collar. I shrink back at first, try to get away.I Have No Famous Last Words.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I slowly relax, letting my breath come out in slow strides. "Any famous last words, punk?" I hear him murmur to me, and I find myself shaking my head.
My lips are stitched shut.
The barrel of his gun digs deeper into my chin. "You sure? You're always so colorful with the way you handle things. Isn't this one of those situations?"
I slowly close my eyes, my lips trembling. My muscles loosen, and I meet peace.
Killjoys never die.
He shoots me.
Tickle TortureTickle Torture2 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 for
Pink.I rub my hands all along her light pink dress. I cup her hips and lean my head down to breathe on her neck from behind. I nuzzle the side of it.Pink.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She moans, and this just causes me to run my hands toward her front. I touch her groin, her stomach, her chest. I pause for a moment to look over her shoulder. I clear my throat, and she straightens up. "I'm only sixteen. My parents wouldn't let me get fake boobies for my twenty-year-old boyfriend."
I smile. "That's okay, Frank. We can still fuck."
He smiles.
Day 39.Thursday, March 29Day 39.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
The strangest thing happened today. When I walked out of my apartment, Frank was there, sitting by the door. I jumped, of course. Why wouldn't I? And Frank slowly raised himself up and tried to be eye level with me. He sorta stared me down, and then he only said that he was spending the night here. He walked into the house, dragging a bag behind him. I didn't even see the bag.
I don't really wanna question why he's staying here, but I feel like I should.
Frank mentioned seeing Jamia's parents over the whole ordeal, and that he wanted to skip it, but I'm not sure I heard him correctly…
Frank didn't want to skip meeting his soon-to-be in-laws.
Frank didn't want an abortion.
Frank doesn't want to cuddle.
Frank isn't curled up to my side.
OhmyGodhe'sbreathingonmyneck.
Word Count: 139.
(OOC: Written by: ~sfregiato.)
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.2 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. S
Angel. 17.My hands shake as I weave my fingers through the silky, black material of the tie around my boyfriend's neck. I fix the tie to the best of my ability, tightening it up, letting it rest comfortably in the collar of the white dress shirt. "How're you feeling?" I ask softly, lowering my gaze to my own tie, starting to fix it up myself.Angel. 17.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The other doesn't answer at first. He shakes his head and walks over to his bed, grabbing a black suit jacket, rubbing his thumbs into the shoulder of it. "Sick."
I raise my head, finished with the article of clothing. "I feel the same."
He offers me a small smile while he pulls on the jacket. "How are we going
I'm a Fake. 1."Get your joints right here! Two dollars per rolled joint! I'll sell you a small bag to roll your own for a dollar!" the small brunet teen yells out across the school parking lot. He flashes a couple bags and a cigarette packet full of pre-made joints for proof.I'm a Fake. 1.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The awkward black-headed teen stands by the smaller boy, shuffling his feet around the badly cemented lot. He raises his head and watches the brunet go through his customers like lightning. He curls his fingers against the paper exterior of his lukewarm coffee the other and he had bought on the way to school. He takes a drink and looks back down at his feet. He notices his friend's s
Russian Roulette. 3."I have to take a piss," I declare to no one in particular. I don't get a response, but that's expected, since everyone has already fallen asleep.Russian Roulette. 3.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I groan and slowly raise up from the bed, taking a quick glance around the room. I'm in Mikey's bed with him beside me, curled up in a ball, holding a pillow to his chest. Ray's passed out by the younger Way's bookshelf. It looks like he had tried to read a book in the dark, and then just gave up and fell asleep. The last of my friends is acting like a total badass just chilling in the farthest corner of the room with the hood of his jacket pulled over his head.
I sigh to myself and pull my legs
Waterfall."Please, Gerard. I can't swim! It's like a waterfall!" the little brunet exclaims as he stands shivering on the pool ladder.Waterfall.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His older brother laughs at him, shaking his head. "Come on, Mikey. It's fine!" Gerard starts to swim toward the ladder, and when he gets there, he tightly grabs onto Mikey's ankles and pulls.
Mikey slips under the water, and his glasses end up floating above him. He tries to scream, but he can't—it burns.
When he starts getting oxygen back into his lungs, he feels his brother's mouth on his, and the "waterfall" seems less frightening now.
Sta.sh
