Frank Iero has known Gerard Way for as long as he could remember. Their mothers went to school together and spend as much time together as they could. Frank's mother knew how bad of an influence Gerard's mother was on the kids, which was why she took care of Gerard whenever given the chance. As Gerard got older, his mother got worse, even after his younger brother came around. Gerard got jealous once, when Mikey had grown up enough to play with Gerard and Frank. When Frank began paying more attention to Mikey, Gerard threw a fit and almost bit Mikey's figers off. Gerard's mother refused to let Gerard and Mikey be in the same room alone until Gerard turned thirteen, which was the year he began to shut everyone in his life out, except for Frank.
You would think Frank and Gerard were like brothers because of how often they were together, but you'd be wrong. Frank and Gerard always had a special bond, much like an angel did with a human when they'd fall in love. Gerard never saw himself as an angel though, he saw himself more as a devil, or maybe a very fucked up rejected angel. He never admitted his feelings to Frank, afraid Frank was more like his father, closet homophobe.
Gerard was always terrified of rejection and doing things Frank didn't like. The second Frank piped up about something he didn't like doing, Gerard would instantly stop doing it and do whatever Frank wanted. He grew up with that trait, Frank noticed it at a young age but figured it was just because Gerard saw him as a brother, at least he thought he did. Frank was also terrified to admit his feelings to Gerard, which was quite normal in two teenage boys, especially when one grew up with a neglecting mother and the other grew up with a homophobic father. They both thought liking the other any more then a friend was awful and not welcomed.
So the boys stayed close friends, until one night while Gerard was spending the night at Frank's house for the hundredth time. It was a nice summer night, Frank had his bedroom window propped open all the way to let the warm air in. Frank's mother was asleep in bed while his father was downstairs watching some sport that didn't interest either of the boys while, probably, drinking his sixth can of beer that night.
Frank kept his door shut every night, but he locked it whenever Gerard spent the night, wanting to never be bothered while they were alone even though they never really did anything special, usually they would listening to old rock and play some shitty N64 game, shoving each other hoping it would help them win.
Since Frank and Gerard had grown up together, they knew pretty much everything about each other. Frank went with Gerard every week to see his therapist, having to deal with his bipolar disorder and his seeing and hearing things problem he got on certain occasions. Same for Gerard, Frank just didn't see a therapist. His mother brought the boys to see the doctor when she found out Frank had began cutting, she told his father but he shrugged it off and called him a pansy, telling him if he didn't man up anytime soon then he'll end up being a faggot. Frank pleaded his mother, telling him he would stop cutting and stop having suicidal thoughts, of course it was not that easy, but she bought it and announced how he'd gotten better already. His father just grunted and took another chug of his beer, not even caring. For Frank entire life, all he wanted to do was make his father happy, but he never seemed to be able to so, once he turned fourteen, he stopped caring and showed more attention to Gerard.
Gerard was only a year older then Frank, maybe only eleven months older. Frank was sixteen and Gerard was Seventeen while they lay on Frank's bed, both letting the warm summer breeze wash over their bodies every time a large gust shot through the window. The were laying side by side on Franks new bed, just staring up at the ceiling in the most comfortable silence you could ask for even though it wasn't silent. There was an old Fall Out Boy vinyl playing on Franks old record playing, softly humming the lyrics to Hum Halleluiah. Frank loved his record player, even if records cost unnecessarily large amounts of money, he still loved them. He did own a mp3player for when he left the house since Gerard only owned a desktop computer, which was what he played the music from. They both preferred the record player though.
"I don't know Frank, I just..." Gerard finally spoke up, scaring Frank a little. He shrugged and turned his face to look at Franks. "I don't feel sane." He finally choked out as if the words were physically stuck in his throat. Frank turned his head over and their noses brushed together lightly. Gerard's eyes were swollen but it didn't look like he was going to cry. "I can't stop seeing those things unless you're around..." He tried his best to not show his voice hitching.
Frank smiled a little, hoping it would comfort Gerard. "You aren't crazy, Gerard." Gerard's eyes pleaded for a hug or something. "And, well," Frank shrugged. "I guess its a good thing you're always with me then, huh?" Frank's smile brought a warm feeling into Gerard's chest and he nodded slightly. Frank pushed himself up, crossing his legs Indian style as Gerard copied his movements. "Don't you remember when we dyed are hair red together?"
Gerard laughed, of course he remembered, it happened only a week or so before. The biggest problem was the fact that both of them had naturally dark hair and only a certain amount of hair bleach. They decided to split it and only dye the top of Gerard's head red whereas Frank had shaved the sides of his head and dyed those red. His father was furious the next morning when they walked downstairs to leave for Gerard's. Without even telling Gerard to get out, he spat in Frank's face about how much of a fag he was becoming as he got older and older.
Gerard ended up staying up late that night, holding Frank close as he cried silently into his chest, hiccuping every couple of seconds and gripping tighter onto Gerard's shirt. Gerard never felt better then he did when Frank finally fell asleep in Gerard's hold, he had never been able to hold Frank and that night he savored it, staying up as late as his eyes would allow him too.
Frank looked at Gerard who's smile was fading slowly, not wanting to release the memory of then trying way to hard to dye the others hair, both being armatures to it. Frank smiled and took hold of Gerard's hand, rubbing his thumb lightly to comfort him.
"Just spend more time with me." Frank giggled along with Gerard, listening to it die down quickly. Frank sighed and looked around, thinking about what to do next. "Hey Gerard," Their eyes met swiftly. "Can I tell you something?" His words trembled a little, almost afraid of what Gerard's reply was going to be, but he just nodded. "Um... well... I used to um... I used to picture us together I guess you could say... You know?" His voice grew into a whisper at the last words, looking down at his lap, pulling his hand back from Gerard's.
Gerard felt like fire was burning under his skin everywhere except for the spot Frank's hand just moved from, wishing for him to place to ice cold feeling onto the fire to tame it. Frank couldn't continue, knowing Gerard was watching him closely. "Frank..." He began to reach for Frank's arm, but he pulled back before even getting close almost afraid he was going to shatter like an old porcelain doll. "Do you remember that time when I was starving myself because I wanted to be as skinny as you?" He blurted without thinking, not feeling any shame. Frank knew everything.
"You didn't need to lose it..." Frank interrupted and Gerard smiled lightly.
"That is beside the point, Frank..." Frank's eyes slid up to meet Gerard's, trying to figure out what he was trying to say. "What I'm saying is... I'm not surprised because of how much we've been through together. You know how tough that time was for me." Frank's eyes dropped again. "Who did I spend every day with getting better? Certainly not anyone of my family." Gerard leaned in, wanting to be closer to Frank, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Can I try something, Frankie?" He breathed out, it didn't sound at all like a question in Franks ears, but he nodded anyways.
Gerard hesitated before leaning closer and closer into Frank, closing his eyes right before pushing his mouth against Frank's. Frank didn't freeze or not kiss back, he kissed back the second Gerard's mouth clicked onto his. Frank's hands found their places on either side of Gerard's cheeks, pulling him closer wanting to lay down. But Gerard didn't let him.
Gerard pulled away from his lips, letting Frank continue to hold his face close to his. "Don't pull away now..." Frank whined quietly. Gerard felt the warmth of his breath against his mouth and he couldn't help but smile. "Don't move please, can't you stay? Just for right now?" Frank met Gerard's eyes with his own, pleading for another kiss but not receiving it. Gerard relaxed into Frank's hands, putting their foreheads together and closing his eyes.
Frank continued to watch Gerard though, not wanting to look away from him. "You know..." He began, letting go of Gerard's face to let him get comfortable again. "My dad will never let me see you again if he finds out..." Frank tugged at the hem of shirt, afraid Gerard never wanted to even look at him again. But that isn't what Gerard was going to let happen.
Gerard leaned back into Frank's mouth, pushing his face up by his chin. Gerard gently pushed him onto his back so he could straddle him. They tried to stay quiet and gentle, neither wanting to hurt the other. "I guess I could be your perfect disaster if he found out." Gerard whispered into Frank's ear, causing a long giggle to roll out in response.
The moment was absolutely perfect for both of them, Gerard placed his mouth against Frank's again making Frank laugh into his mouth.
Frank pushed Gerard up until their mouths detached. Frank looked up at Gerard, both of them smiling a little. "Promise me you wont leave me?" He mumbled, chewing on the insides of his cheeks which would probably end up giving him canker sores the next morning.
Gerard hesitated though, fear welling up into him. He knew something was going to happen, especially with his bipolar that was unknown to even himself and the fact that he continued to see things unless he was overwhelmed with happiness. Not to mention the fact that sometimes he felt like he wasn't... completely there, almost as if he had switched bodies with someone else and continued to live as them, but once Frank was thrown into his view then he somehow snapped back into Gerard again.
But something deep inside him told him that wasn't going to work every single time, something deep inside him told him not to trust himself, and he really didn't. But he had feelings for Frank that he couldn't just push away, he had to let them flow out like a child sucking honey suckle from a flower stem.
So, despite everything his gut told him, he smiled and nodded. "Why would I ever do that?" He was barely above a whisper too, knowing Franks father had probably heard them giggling together, shrugging it off as him just being the 'little faggot' he was.
They fell asleep wrapped up together in Frank's blanket, which happened often so his mother never really questioned it. His father usually just ignored his existence unless he did something extreme like dying his hair.
Frank woke up early the next morning, laying almost on top of Gerard who's arms were wrapped tightly around Frank as if he was going to run away in his sleep. Frank carefully looked up at Gerard's sleeping body, leaving kisses against his chest trying to wake him up gently.
Gerard's eyes fluttered open, looking straight at Frank. "Good morning." Sleep was still in his voice, it was raspy and made Frank bite his lip hard.
"Are we going to your house tonight?" Frank mumbled, knowing his parents were up but didn't bother waking them up seeing as it was a Saturday and getting up early was almost unholy to them. Gerard closed his eyes and smiled, nodding a little tightening his hold on Frank pulling him up to his face for a good morning kiss that he longed for ever since he gained consciousness.
It wasn't long before they were down the stairs together, Frank yelling to his mom who was in the kitchen about how he was spending the night at Gerard's house that night, she yelled an okay and an I love you before he slammed the door shut behind them and began walking to Gerard's which was maybe a block or two away.
Once upon a time, This place was beautiful and mine. But now it's just a bottom line, barely comes to mind. But ever after was mine. I'll be your disaster, ever After.