My First Fanfiction! And hopefully it isn't a total piece of crap : D
Also : I do not own My Chemical Romance, Gerard, Frank, Nike or ANY shoe of that brand—basically everything on this page besides the plot.
And just for the record, I DO understand that they were never together and will never be. I'm very happy that the guys of M.C.R. are happily in love with WOMEN. They saved my life…and even if they don't jump each other's bones, I will always be grateful.
Gerard:
There are very few times Frank Iero cries. For the many years that I have known him, I think I'm one of the few people to have actually ever seen him really cry… to see him sob in an utterly hysterical puddle of himself and his own despair. He's anything but a crybaby, upset by his own shadow. Anything but a 'Pansy'. In fact, ever since I met him I've known he was stronger than he looked. It was an instinctual thing.
…The first words I heard him say were something like… "It really is the worst act of terror …" Meaning 9-11. I had seen the towers collapse and for a while I was really messed up over it. But the funny thing about that day is that it always seems to remind me of Frank. I didn't meet him on that day to be exact. Maybe about a week later. And the day we met, he had a funny-ass haircut. It was ridiculous…
…Shit, I guess I'm kind of straying away from the point. I'm trying to say that I didn't think much of him when we met, to be honest. But things change. And they changed so Goddamn slowly, for us. We did become friends quickly, though. We had a lot in common, come to find out. And he rapidly became one of the most important people in my life.
Our taste in music was very much alike, though it branches at one point, and he and I got very close working together. Even closer than Mikey and I were, which, at the time I did not find odd. We would work, drink, stay up all night, try to meet a girl; it was always a waste of time. Eventually we'd find a dive bar and get totally wasted until getting kicked out. We'd wake up with dense hangovers in alleys, Frank then expressing with mood-lightening giggles that he was amazed that we weren't raped. It was really adorable.
I'd just smirk and rub my ass and he'd laugh until it hurt his head too much to keep laughing. That was before we even started playing, let alone in front of people. And we didn't really care, until somebody mentioned that we weren't really going anywhere, which really was my wakeup call. It was just another morning only that some guy found us in a two-man heap next to a dumpster. I was on the bottom.
"Fucking drunks. You're a waste of space…You'll never make it that way—do what respectable people do and get a damn job."
As was my character back then, I was about to retaliate with curse words and other arrogant insults that wouldn't have gotten me far anyway, but I just threw up a little on his shoe, and was eerily delighted by that. But while proceeding to spew all over his Nikes, I thought about what I really would say to him, if I had the chance.
I don't want to make it.
I just want to—
And I passed out.
Short chapter, I know, but I have been writing this pretty much since Danger Days was released and I have a lot of stuff to put up ;) I've been wanting to post this stuff for a while and am going to. And hopefully you guys will like it. I try to make it as realistic as possible for you guys.
BTW: The song of the day [A.K.A. the one I listened to while typing] is…*drumroll-I'mamotherfuckingbandgeek-drumroll*… This is How I Disappear!