The Way You Look At Me
I sit in Art class, drawing carelessly in my book. It’s the last lesson of the day and I can’t wait until I leave…as much as I do love art. Frank is sitting behind me, his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I know he is staring, I can feel it. He always stares. I wonder why. I think maybe it is because the teacher sat as apart because we talk too much. Frank and I were best friends and we were always together. I throw a little glance over my shoulder and see his eyes flicker away towards the window. I can see him blush and I turn to the front, a smile forming on my lips as I ruffle a hand through my raven hair.
He was so adorable when he was shy or nervous. I caught him staring. It was only the ten-millionth time I have seen him staring at me. I really don’t mind though. What I would like to know is what goes on his small mind. I must admit, I like him, but he doesn’t know that and nor will he. I don’t want to jeopardise our perfect friends
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The halls were decorated with streamers of orange and black, cardboard jack-o-lanterns hung from the ceiling, accompanied by black bats. Posters for the annual school dance were stuck along the corridor walls and on the front of lockers. Halloween was tomorrow and I loved it, not only because it was scary and horror movies were my thing, but because it was my birthday and I was turning 17. "Hey, how are you feeling? Are you excited yet Frankie?" asked Gerard, my best friend of 14 years. We'd been best friends ever since he asked me to draw with him in kindergarten. "I guess...not really."
"Frank, it's your birthday...don't fuck with me," laughed Gerard.
"Fine, Gee. It is going to be cool, I'm excited.
The bell rung out through the school and I walked with Gerard to biology. It was a silent walk, although there were about a thousand things I could have told him. We stopped at the door, almost perfectly at the same time, before Gerard motioned for me to go ahead of him. He was always suc
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I stared at Gerard from a distance, his dyed red hair falling perfectly over his pale face. He smiled and laughed as he opened his locker, a white envelope dropping onto the floor. Gerard looked at it, picked it up and shoved it in his locker. He was my best friend and I just wished he would open the envelope and read about the feelings and memories that are scrawled on that piece of paper held within…just once. I went to look away as Gerard’s beautiful green eyes latched on to mine and he smiled at me, motioning his hand for me to walk over. I hesitated, before taking a deep breath and walked towards him.
“Hey Frank,” he said cheerfully.
“Hey Gerard,” I replied nervously.
“You okay, Frankie?”
“Yep, just Valentine’s Day I guess,”
“It’s less than a week away, but you will find a girl,”
I don’t want a girl. I thought. I want you.
“I might…” I lied.
The bell sounded
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They lowered the coffin into the ground, and began to shovel dirt on top. I flinched as my mom, Donna, placed her hand on my shoulder. Mikey, my younger brother gripped my hand, his blunt nails somehow dug deep into my pale skin. Tears flooded my cheeks as I watched him go. I was only sixteen and had just lost my best friend…more importantly he was only fifteen and he was gone, forever, because some stupid fuckin idiot raped him, beat him and left him to die in a park all alone. He was helpless. He wasn’t supposed to lose it like that. We were meant to do that together. Frank was the only guy I ever fell in love with. The guy who helped me realise I was gay. “This isn’t fuckin fair,” I sobbed aloud to mom. “Shh, I know baby I know,” she whispered, wrapping her arm around my waist. I was crying loudly and uncontrollably now, capturing the attention of nearly everyone attending the funeral. Linda, Frank’s mom stood behi
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As I watched my brother run around and around the bus stop sign with his unicorn toy, I cringed. How the hell would I explain to him that middle school kids don't freaking play with dolls anymore?
"Come on Unis, if you fly fast enough, we can get all the way to CANDYLAND and back before the bus gets here!" Mikey was yelling.
The other two kids at the bus stop, both girls, giggled and whispered to each other, pointing at Mikey.
Mikey smiled and ran up to them, his eyes shining with hope behind his sleek glasses. "Hi! You wanna play with me? You can both be princesses!"
The girls exchanged looks of glee and looked back at Mikey like, "Is this kid for real?"
Mikey turned to me.
"And Gerard can be the prince and marry whichever one of you is the prettiest." he sang, gesturing for me to come over.
Shit. I felt my face turn red as the gir
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It's cold, it's really, really cold. Why do they hate me so much?
I'm running as fast as I can, but I know they'll catch me. They always catch me.
"Faggot! Come out, Come out! You can't hide, fag!" they scream.
I'm hiding behind a shed, we're on school property, but it's 1am and no one will come to my rescue. I hate the bullies, I hate them with every ounce of my soul.
They found me.
Two of them pin me down, I may be small but I'm putting up a fight. The other one kicks me. First in the stomach, then a few times in the ribs -I can't breath- lastly they kick me where the sun don't shine. They leave me there withering in pain and gasping for breath. I'm surprised, they left me conscience.
At 2 I stumble home.
"Little bastard. Where were you?" my father asks.
I ignore him and struggle to climb the steps to my bedroom. After opening the door I kick off my shoes and collapse on my bed, sobbing silently.
It's not my fault. I didn't ask to be
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"What do you want?" I asked Frank while we were standing at a vending machine. Frank smiled and said "Get me a Milky Way. I'm gonna call Mikey, Milky Way again." I laughed at Frank's silly idea and put a dollar into the machine. I punched in the numbers '164'. I put another dollar into the machine as Frank got his, as he calls it, Milky Mikey. I punched the numbers '150' in and pulled out my Skittles. Frank giggled and walked in the direction of the rest of the guys and I stopped him and said "Wait, I wanna go somewhere". I pulled Frank over to the cute little garden which was in the back of the Museum they were at. Mikey had wanted to see some old shit and he dragged the rest of us guys along with him. But that's alright with me, because I get to tell Frank how I feel in a… romantic… but funny way.
Frank and I sat down on a bench and he looked around and laughed.
"Its so beautiful Gerard, how did you know this was back here?"
"Oh, I've be
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"Aw, Frankie, you'll grow...eventually."
Frank makes for Gerard's hand with his teeth.
"Hey, hey, hey! I think you're the perfect height!" Gerard almost shouts, desperate to get Frank's pearly whites away from his flesh. It works. Frank gazes up at Gerard in confusion, eyes shining wide and mouth hanging open; Gerard thinks it's kinda cute, actually, but he's not going to say that.
"Y-You...you do?" Frank asks in disbelief. Gulping, Gerard understands what he said and he knows he'll have to backtrack - fast.
"Uh, I didn't...I didn't mean that, I just wanted for you to stop trying to bite me, I mean - it's not that you're not perfect, but it's not that you are either, I just-"
Gerard cuts off when he realises that he's just digging himself into a deeper and deeper hole; he squeezes his eyes tightly shut, collects him
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"Huh?" The brown eyes guy facing me in confusion. I can't help but plaster a wide smile on my face. Grinning childishly.
"No... Just that, y'know... tomorrow..." I said, fake a shrugged. Shuffle my feet a little.
"Whatsup with tomorrow?" He asked, makes me felt disappointed. I mean, seriously?
"No, Nothing! Just stupid Halloween!" I rolled my eyes. Kicking scattered pebbles on the silent street. I mean he can't be real?!
"uh... okay" He smile and back facing forward as we slowly walk. I sighed, my important day and he don't even remember about it. Yeah, whatever. It was just the day to remind us we're getting older, not a REAL BIG deal, anyways!
"So are you... gonna dress up or somethin?" He asked and took a glance at me. Slip his hand in his jeans pocket as I did the same. It's pretty cold tonight.
"No, probably just be me and... yeah with some makeup and shit" I shrugged and start to slow down
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11:00PM - October 31st
Frank and Gerard walked together to a cemetery and give flowers for the dead.
"You seem very quiet since this morning, something up?" Gerard said to Frank who was feeling depressed.
Frank looked up at him, "No, I-I'm Okay, trust me." looking back down at the blood red and black roses.
"You sure?" Gerard concerned.
"I said I'm fine, gosh!" Frank snapped a little then looked back down at the flowers once more.
"Sorry, I'm just tired." Frank continuing all guilty.
"It's okay..." Gerard said blaming himself for making his best friend mad who he dearly loved.
"Come on, don't blame yourself, here, let's bring all these flowers to all the graves. You know that in an hour will be Halloween, and I don't want to be stuck here when twelve o'clock hits." Frank said tugging on Gerard's shoulder giving a sly smile.
Gerard looked up and gave a smile back and grabbed the wheel barrel full of blood red and black flowers, typ
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I was waiting at the station, staring at my watch, fussing over the time, as usual. The train was always late on Fridays and I was eager to go home. "Stupid train," I thought aloud.An unfamiliar voice spoke. "Is it always late?" the voice asked. I turned to answer, but froze. It was a guy, someone that I'd never seen before. He was about the same height, black short hair with a long fringe, gorgeous brown eyes and a tattoo of a scorpion on his neck. I quickly pulled myself together, hoping he wouldn't notice that I was checking him out. "Uhh, yeah." I smiled and turned to face the tracks just as the train turned up. Luckily this guy didn't notice that I was looking. I walked on to the train and took a seat. He also caught the train and took the seat across from me. His head hung low and his earphones in his ears. With nothing to do, I continued to check him out. He wore a Misfits jumper, black skinny jeans and some old converse. He was very cute and I wanted to meet him but
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I dreaded school, most of the guys were dicks, the work sucked and the teachers were a drag. Rumour had it though that we were having a new art teacher, which I really hated. Art was the only subject I excelled at, everything else was kind of just a fail. But, I enjoyed our last art teacher, Mr Stanley, but he preferred it when we called him Paul. We got on great. He liked comics and horror movies and we both listened to punk bands. He was the only teacher who understood me and didn't judge. If there was anything I didn't want it was a new teacher.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before walking inside the classroom. I didn't make eye contact with the teacher. In fact, I didn't even glance over not once. I took a seat at my usual spot at the back, opened my sketch book and started doodling as I felt the teacher watch me in amazement. No people ever sat at the back, but that was plainly because I was there. No one ever wanted to sit by the quiet ghost-like freak that I
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The show we played tonight was phenomenal. 'Thank You for the Venom' was always the ultimate song to finish off a set list with. Sweat dripped off my forehead and I wiped it away with my sleeve. I looked around to see Ray, Bob and Mikey, where was Frank? I thought to myself. The show had only ended about ten minutes ago and he was gone already. I walked over to the other band members, hoping they had some idea. "Hey Mikey," I smiled to my little brother. "Have you seen Frank around? I can't find him."
He shook his head. "Nah, sorry bro I haven't."
"Me neither" interrupted Bob.
"Not since the show," added a very exhausted Ray. I thanked the guys and strolled toward our dressing room. I gripped the door handle tightly and swung it open, half expecting the room to be empty it wasn't. Frank was there on the couch making out with Jamia. "Frank!" I screeched. They broke apart and Frank gazed up. "Would you fuck off, I'
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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
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“Frank, we never said you were crazy...we’re just-” My mother tried to say
“SAVE IT. YOU THINK I’M CRAZY BECAUSE I CAN SEE THEM! BECAUSE I CAN SEE HIM AND YOU CAN’T!” I snapped and left the room, slamming the door behind me. I ran to my bedroom as fast as i could and slammed the door behind me, shrinking down to the floor
“Frankie....what’s wrong?” His voice came; i opened my teary eyes and was met with his pale face, masked by his long raven hair and his ghostly but sparkling eyes
“They think I’m crazy” i mumbled through tears
“Because i can see you, i can feel you, and hear you. Because they can’t tell your there” he dried my tears and picked me up off the floor before taking me back to my bed and sitting me down
“Frank.....i’ve explained it all to you. It’s because you’re s
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I wonder if Gerard had changed his room around since I had been in there. I opened his door; unsurprisingly his room was a mess, but a photo of us hung above his bed. There was also a photo of us kissing, on his bedside table an image that I had never even seen before. Next to it were pieces of paper with words scrawled all over. I picked up one and read it:
You are today's rain
But Frankie, baby,
I love you so.
The poem made me melt. But I had to be quick. I opened his draw and found a brown paper bag. I picked up the bag and opened it carefully a gun. Why would he need a gun? Was Gee going to kill himself would he? Would he try and kill me? It made my stomach turn and twist. I had to get this away from him maybe he was right, maybe I should go and die. I found a piece of paper, picked up a pen an began to write.
I'm sorry I slept with Jamia. I did it to make you jealous, so I could get you back. I
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"Frankie, are you okay," I whispered. He didn't say a word, just shook his head. "I'm going to your house to pick up some clothes. Is there anything you want me to get especially?"
"Pansy, bring me Pansy,"
"Anything you want, baby," I said, laying a kiss upon his head. I grabbed Frankie's keys wlked into both the kitchen and the lounge room to find mom. I eventually gave up, resorting to the easy, yet annoying way. "Mom!" I yelled through the house. "I'm in my room Gerard," she replied. Oh I didn't look there. Don't I fuckin feel stupid? "What is it honey," she asked as I carelessly leaned against the doorframe. "I'm going to his place to get some stuff, can you ?"
"Yes, I will look after him,"
"Thank you so much,"
"He's been through a lot and you really love him. I can see it in your eyes. You have this vibrant glow I've never seen before. I completely understand. Frankie just needs looking after we'll be fine. How is he anyway?"
"He has stopped crying
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Ray and Mikey got their instruments and finished gearing up for tonight’s show in Paris. Frank and I were, of course, always the last ones to be ready. I was a complete fanatic when it came to my hair. It had to be perfect even though I knew it would be nothing but a sweaty, red mess by the end of the night. And Frank? Well, he just liked to fuck around until show time, I guess. He always was the ball of energy that fueled us all.
Mikey didn’t say a word before he took off for the stage. Not a ‘Break a leg!’ or a ‘Kiss my ass!’, nothing. Ray, on the other hand, was like a fatherly adhesive or some shit that always made sure things were set.
“You guys coming, right?” He asked hanging halfway out the door.
No, we weren’t coming. We were just going to hang back here and disappoint thousand
Frerard: Movie NightGerard sighed, looking through the some 150 horror movies he owned. Frank was gonna be at his house in less than an hour for their movie date, and he had nothing. "I'll just let him pick" he muttered to himself, flicking some of his long, raven colored hair from his eyes. He ran up to his bedroom and changed into Frank's favorite outfit on him: a black Iron Maiden tee shirt and black skinny jeans. He brushed his black hair and put on some black eyeliner. He ran back down to the kitchen so he could start making the popcorn and getting the chips ready. Once a week, usually on a Saturday night, the couple tried to have a night in. That usually meant movies or writing music. Frank would sometimes teach Gerard a few notes on the guitar and Gerard would help him try to draw something. The point is, they enjoyed the small things in life that didn't have to cost a shit ton of money.Frerard: Movie Night3 years ago in Settings More Like This
As Gerard started the microwave, there was three knocks on the door. The singer felt his heart leap out of his c
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"Iero, you do realize that you are currently dribbling all over your jeans right?"
"Huh, what, I…oh…" I quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shifted my gaze from Gerard Sexiest-Guy-on-Earth Way back to Ray and Mikey.
"Dude, you look like you pissed your pants!" Mikey snickered.
I flipped him off and wiped napkins across my lap. Ugh. Gerard Hot-as-Hell Way always had that effect on me… I usually limited my staring to when I was alone but today, I just couldn't resist. His jeans were sagging like halfway down his butt for God's sake, and the sleeveless grey shirt he was wearing was showing way too much skin! So I was trying to get a sneak a stare while eating lunch with my supposed "best friends."
But I guess I hadn't been very subtle. Ray's eyes were going back and forth between me and Gerard Impossibly-Perfect Way's table a
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The office was quiet, not so much as pencil, moved. Well, that's how it always seemed when I was completely lost in my own world, scrawling down little love notes, dreaming of the day I finally have the guys to give it to the one I admire. But I came to my senses. I tore the notes apart, threw them out the window and sung quietly to myself, thinking of everything.
It's the tearing sound of love notes
Drowning out these grey stained windows
And the view outside is sterile
And I'm only two cubes down
I'd photocopy all the things that we could be
If you took the time to notice me
But you can't now
I don't blame you
And it's not your fault that no one ever does
His name was Frank yes he. Mr Frank Iero. He was gorgeous. He had a long black fringe and his hair was short and blond on the sides. Frank's hazel eyes and they he dressed for work, it just suited him so. His sleeves were always rolled up to his elbows, revealing his beautiful inked skin. Across his knuckles the word 'Ha
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From through the locked door, he heard Frank's classically adorable giggle and gritted his teeth in jealousy.
"Not yet, keep your cape on Gee!" Mikey replied.
Gerard scowled and continued sullenly pulling a hairbrush through his rather long black hair. He had grown it out especially for Frank, who had wanted the four of them to dress up as characters from the Avengers movie for their almost-traditional Halloween trick-or-treating.
Gerard's pale skin and dark hair had made him the obvious choice for Loki and because of how short Frank was they had unanimously voted that he be the Hulk. That was exactly where Gerard's problem had begun.
When Frank had come to the Way house earlier that evening, he had said that he was going to go shirtless (supressed moan from Gerard) and wanted to paint his torso in green. Of course, Gerard had instantly volunteered to do the painting. But to his disappointment and bitter jealousy, Frank had instead asked M
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I watched the small man exit his apartment like I see him do every night for the past few months, ever since he spoke to me in the Starbucks by my house that I go to every morning. He was kind and sweet besides the fact that he was the most fuckable little thing I have ever come across in my life. I should just talk to him or something like that but what was the fun in that? Besides I needed to know everything there was to know about him, where he lived if he had any pets, anyone he might be fucking at the moment. It's not like I have never stalked anyone before I have been doing since I was a kid, figuring out peoples patters, watching them before I made my move the difference here was I didn't want to harm Frank like I have the others, Frank was different.
I follow him up the block in a slow pace so it looks like I am just another person with a place to be at this hour of the night since it was around 8 at night I could be doing anything from having dinner, or meeting friends maybe e
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Dear Gerard...no, that's to formal, well, fuck it.
I'm sorry it has to be like this but you should of thought about that before running off with that slut Lyn-Z. Remember us, Gee? Remember how we used to be? That used to be me holding you tight, my hands ruffling your sweet-smelling hair and kissing your lips through your salty tears. We were perfect Gerard. Why can't you see that? But SHE came and you ditched me in a heartbeat. I thought you loved me Gerard, I thought we were made to be.
But NO! You had to run off with that BITCH. You dropped everything we had, and for what? For her! There is no one in this whole world, that could love you more than I did, more than I do. But YOU will NEVER KNOW because you are so BLIND to see what YOU'RE doing to me.
Inside it KILLS me, everytime I see you two together, hug, kiss, hell...even when you two talk, it kills me inside, in such a way that it is more than you could ever imagine, ever feel. You don't know h