The Chestnut and The Raven.

"And I remember when I met him it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both mended right away and as the years went on things got more difficult and we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay, try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, everybody knew him. When he walked in, everyone in the room head's turned. Everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of man who couldn't contain himself. I always thought the sun was that. He became a completely different person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him. And I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him and I still love him."

Jackie Kennedy Onassis

Gerard Way.
A name everyone knew. He wasn't your average 'popular-asshole-jock' guy, but damn... He was something. He got pretty well known a few years back now, he was dating a very popular girl called Melody Harper and for her birthday he painted her on this massive A1 canvas, she said it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and suddenly all her friends -and all of the school- wanted a bit of the mysterious dark haired artist.

He walks by my locker everyday, his long, shaggy black hair has this gorgeous bounce to it. His porcelain skin glows. I swear to fuck, it actually glows! His emerald green eyes turn a dark hazel in the dim corridors. And as he walks by my locker he does the same routine.

He brushes his hair out of his eyes, puts his hands in the pockets of his ugly maroon school blazer, nods at me and smiles. He comes over, with the most graceful bounce in his step and you can hear the faint click of his pointy Cuban heeled school shoes.

"Hey Frank, Mikey here yet?" He asks every day at exactly 8.05. Mikey doesn't get to school until at least half past.

"Nope, not yet. You know Mikey, he'll still be sleeping!" I laugh nervously, rubbing the back of my neck, whilst avoiding all eye contact.

"You're right, well I'll see you later!" he salutes and twirls away whilst four younger girls giggle and watch a man they will never have a chance with.

Oh, and me. I'm Frank Iero.
I'll explain the situation before we go any further.
I've lived next door to the Way family for about 10 years. I'm 16 now, and for the past...
7 years? 6 maybe? Let's go with 7-
For the past 7 years I have had the biggest guy crush on Gerard Arthur Way. And I'm not talking about those ones guys get with people they want to be like Johnny Depp or River Phoenix, I mean totally weak at the knees when he passes me. What makes this even more awkward is that I'm best friends with his little brother, Mikey- Who is also in my grade in school. I think he knows because he will make little comments when he notices me blush like an idiot, but I don't know if I could ever admit it to anyone.

Gerard is 17 about to turn 18 in April. For as long as I can remember he has never acted like he knows better. Obviously he acts a little older, but he doesn't have that horrible authority thing going on that other older siblings seem to have. Him and Mikey are the best of friends, and I can admit that I am insanely jealous of that fact. But Gerard has always treated me like his little brother too. I can't tell weather to be happy by that, or sad that it's even beyond 'friend-zoning'.

But yeah, it's March 31st right now and it feels like December. We will be stopping for spring break in a few weeks and along with that comes Gerard's Birthday.
Big party, booze, drugs?
You would think with him being this big hot shot that he would have to have a killer 18th?
Probably not, it might just be me and Mikey over for some pizza and watching back to back horror marathons.
Which, in my opinion- is way better.

The bell will ring in about two minutes and right on cue I can here the main door opening down the hall and the squelch of a very damp pair of loafers squeaking up the corridor. "Is it raining?" I ask Mikey with a grin on my face.

"We live in Jersey, what the fuck do you think!" he says with a raised eyebrow as he takes of his glasses to clean them from the heavy rain.

"If you ever got up early enough to get the bus you wouldn't have this problem, Michael." I say stuffing my coat into my locker as the bell rings. Mikey asks me to wait on him while he shoves his damp things in a plastic back and grabs his books. Which I do happily because it's funny watching him clamber about in that messy locker of his.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" a breathy voice touches my neck and I jump. Mikey looks up from his locker and I turn round to see Gerard's face a few inches from mine. My heart is going a million miles a minute.
"We are having the midnight movie marathon on the 11th, Mom and dad leave that night to go to Cancun on their 'second honeymoon' thing. So I'm having a party on the 12th. Is that okay with you guys?"

'is that okay with you guys?'
He is asking our permission to have a party? Oh my god, I can't even take how adorable he is sometimes. Both of us just shrug and nod, knowing that he will do whatever he wants anyway because it's Gerard and once he has an idea he will run with it.

"Great! That's awesome! Oh, and it's a fancy dress theme. I thought about a kind of Halloween twist so people didn't come to overdressed, plus I know you aren't that into parties Frank. And I know you like Halloween and stuff, so I thought it would be more up your street? Oh, fuck there's the bell, well I'll see you guys after school!" he smiles, waves and runs off in the opposite direction.

And he made it Halloween themed. And thought of me? Oh, god.
Mikey looks at me with raised eyebrows and I can feel my cheeks heating up.

"Put it back in your pants, Frank. He's said he wanted a Halloween party for years." he taunts, punching my shoulder lightly.

"Shut up, I know that!" I say pushing him back and we gather the rest of his things and go to our homeroom to get registered.