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AN: So this is my first MCR/Frerard fic ever. Hopefully it goes well. In this story Gerard and Mikey are only one year apart, and Frank is the same age as Mikey. So Gerard is the only one of the three in high school. R&R and enjoy.
Homophobia Is Gay
Emo went from being a state of mind, to a dress code. Figures that I would be born in the wrong decade.
This isn't a story about how hard it is to be a teenager. That's been overused as it is. No, this is a different kind of story. One that just so happens to feature me, Gerard. I'd say let's start from the beginning, but then you'd have to read about my birth. I doubt many of you want to do that. Though some of you weirder people might. (No offense.) So let's just start at fifteen.
Chapter 1
The Day I Met Frank Iero
3rd Person
"Gerard, time to wake up, bro." Mikey says, shaking his brothers shoulder roughly.
"Ugh" Gerard groans, covering his head with a pillow. Mikey sighs and walks away from Gerard, climbing the stairs and exiting the basement.
"Oh, by the way... Mom made coffee." Mikey yells from the top of the stairs. Gerard jumps from his bed, running up the stairs and past Mikey to the kitchen. He pulls a mug from the cabinet and fills it to the brim with coffee.
"Addicted much?" Mikey murmurs, taking a seat and eating his pancakes.
"Hey, don't judge." Gerard says, smacking the back of Mikey's head as he passes him.
"Where are you going?" Mikey asks.
"To get dressed." Gerard lies. There's no way he's going to school today. It's raining, it's cold, and he's tired. A perfect day for sleeping, drinking coffee, and drawing comics.
"Don't you dare go back to sleep." Mikey yells.
"Aye aye, Captain." Gerard yells before slamming and locking the door to his bedroom/basement. Five minutes later and he's asleep under his blanket, still clad in pajamas.
Gerard's POV
At 4:00pm, I get dressed, grab my backpack, and exit the basement through the door that leads outside. I walk around the side of my parents house to the front door, opening it and walking inside with my backpack on one shoulder.
"Gerard honey, is that you?" My mom yells from the kitchen, working on dinner as usual.
"Yea, it's just me, Mom." I yell back, walking into the kitchen and throwing my backpack onto the table.
"How was school today?" She asks, pulling something from the fridge.
"Good as usual." I lie.
"That's great, honey. I'm glad you're finally enjoying school again." She smiles.
"Where's Mikey?" I ask, noticing my little brother isn't in his usual spot.
"Oh, he's upstairs in his room. He has a friend over." She tells me happily.
"A friend?" I ask, shocked. Mikey is so shy he won't even talk to people outside of his nerd herd.
"Yes, a friend. He's new in town and his name is Frank. He seems like a nice boy." She says.
"I think I'm gonna go say hi to Mikey and this friend." I say, leaving my bag at the table and walking through the house to Mikey's room.
"Knock, knock." I say sarcastically, throwing Mikey's bedroom door open with a thud.
"Hey! Is it that hard to knock?" Mikey yells, throwing a action figure at my head. I duck out of the way and it hits the wall behind me.
"I did knock. Didn't you hear me?" I ask seriously, keeping my eyes on the stranger known as Frank that is sitting on my brothers bed.
"You know what I mean." Mikey sighs, going back to the card game he was playing before his big brother barged in. Frank hasn't looked up since I entered the room, keeping his eyes on the bedspread. All I can see is a mess of dyed black hair that shields his face from sight.
"Is this the friend mom was talking about? Frank?" I ask suspiciously, tilting my head towards Frank. He looks up at the sound of his name, staring at me with the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. His face is less mature than Mikey's, making him look more like twelve than fourteen.
"Yea, I'm Frank. Nice to meet you." He says, standing up and walking over to me. His head barely reaches my shoulder. He reaches his hand out, looking up at me with those eyes.
"I'm Gerard." I say. "Mikey's brother." I add quickly. Well duh. Now he thinks you're just as mental as Mikey is.
"Yea, I kinda guessed that." He says, smiling when I grab his hand and give it a quick shake. He gives my hand a squeeze, flashing a set of perfect teeth. God he's gorgeous.
"Well...I'll leave you guys alone. See ya." I say, dropping Frank's hand and closing the door behind me.
I run to my room and close the door behind me, grabbing a drawing pad and pencil. I start the drawing of with no idea of what it will become.
Frank's POV.
"Is your brother always like that?" I ask, sitting back on Mikey's bed and picking up my hand of cards.
"Yea, he's weird." Mikey says, shrugging.
"So does he live here? I didn't see his room when we came inside." I ask.
"Yea, his room is in the basement." Mikey says.
"The basement? Why would he want to live down there?" I ask, curiosity getting the best of me. I wanted to know more about my new friends brother. I wanted to know everything.
"Like I said, he's weird, and he likes his peace and quiet. He draws comics, and superheroes, and all kinds of cool stuff, but he never let's anyone see them." Mikey says, obviously proud of his brother but disappointed he can't see the artwork.
"Then how do you know he draws them?" I ask.
"Because I went down into his room one time when he wasn't home and went through his stuff. He has hundreds of comics and drawings. It's really awesome. He's a great artist." Mikey says, a big smile on his face.
"Cool." I respond, deep in thought.
"MIKEY, COME HELP YOUR MOTHER WITH DINNER, PLEASE." Mrs. Way yells from the kitchen, causing the two of us to jump up off the bed.
"WHY CAN'T GERARD HELP?" Mikey yells back, putting his hands on his hips.
"GERARD?" Mrs. Way yells.
"DOING HOMEWORK" Gerard yells from the basement. I chuckle, spotting Gerard's lie right away. Mikey shoots me a glare and I quickly go silent.
"SEE? YOUR BROTHER IS DOING HIS SCHOOL WORK. NOW COME HERE." Mrs. Way yells again.
"BUT MOM..." Mikey whines, walking to his bedroom door and peaking his head out into the hallway.
"MICHAEL JAMES WAY, YOU GET YOUR BUTT IN THIS KITCHEN RIGHT NOW." Mrs. Way yells. Mikey sighs and walks into the hall, heading towards the kitchen. "Sorry man, I'll be right back." He says over his shoulder, leaving me alone in the hallway.
I turn around and glance to the other end of the hall, spotting a black door with an old fashioned lock. Hmm, I bet that leads to the basement. I'm just gonna go see what he's doing down there. I'll knock of course.
I open the black door and walk down the stairs that and at another black door. This one has a 'Do Not Enter' sign on it.
Knock, knock, knock.
I stand there for a second, listening, but the room on the other side of the door is quiet. I turn the knob slowly and peak inside. The room is spotless. Who would've thought the dark and misunderstood big brother would secretly be a neat freak? Gerard is strewn across his bed, asleep and snoring loudly. In one corner of his room is an easel. I tiptoe across his room, hoping to get a glimpse of his latest masterpiece. I stop dead in my tracks when I get halfway across the room, staring open-mouthed at the easel. In what I assume to be pencil and charcoal, is a perfect drawing of me.