Um hi! So I'm a giant MCR fan, and thought I'd give Frerard a go. I plan on the story following them as they grow up, and develop feelings and such. Tell me what you think!
"Gee, help me I'm dying!" screamed a 6 year old Frank Iero.
He was lying on his back, in the Way's backyard. His tiny hands were placed dramatically over his heart.
Gerard, who was 8 at the time, came running around the corner of his house. He spotted Frank lying in the middle of his yard, wailing at the top of his lungs.
"Frankie! Frankie what's wrong?" Gerard asked running over and kneeling before the small boy.
"Gee, I'm bleeding to death, I'm going to die! Just remember, I love you Gerard. Never forget me!" the small boy broke down into tears again.
Gerard scanned the boy's scrawny body, his eyes finding what Frank was so worried about. He had skinned his knee, wasn't anything a bandaid wouldn't fix. He smirked, Frankie was such a drama queen.
Frank looked shocked. "Gerard!" he said in an astonished voice, "There is absolutely I repeat absolutely nothing, funny about this! I am dying!"
"You are not dying Frank."
"How do you know?"
"I just know stuff, here my mom will fix you right up."
Frank sniffled than nodded reluctantly, he couldn't help it, Gee was so pretty.
Donna Way looked up from the pan she was slaving over when she heard the back door slam shut.
She smirked when she saw her son, carrying Frank Iero bridal style into the kitchen.
" , I need an operation, so I don't die."
Donna looked at Gerard, confused. Her son rolled his eyes and nodded towards Frank's knees. The left one had a little scrape on it, it was bleeding a little. She quickly faked a concerned face, and beckoned the boys to the bathroom.
She grabbed a bandaid and some ointment and let Gerard do the honors of placing it on Frank's "deathly" wound.
Frank's eyes gleamed and he threw his arms around the older boys neck.
"Thanks Gee!" he squealed into Gerard's dark mass of hair.
Donna smiled, Frank and Gerard had met at preschool. The age difference didn't matter to them, they bonded instantly. They've been inseparable since. Frank looked up to Gerard as if Gerard were God or something.
They were still in the same school, thank the lord. When Gerard left the preschool to got to Kindergarden at Belleville Elementary, Frank had gone ballistic. His mother was being driven crazy and often called Donna, who would put Gerard on the phone and let him talk to Frank.
Now Gerard was in second grade, and Frank was in Kindergarden. They ate lunch together everyday with Gerard's brother Mikey, who was in Frank's year. They played together at recess too.
Gerard didn't care if the other kids made fun of him for playing with "babies". Anytime spent with Frankie was time well spent, besides all the kids in his year were pretty boring.
One day at lunch, a little girl in Gerard's year decided to eat with them.
Her name was Betsey, she had long stringy hair and pasty skin. She was bony, her and her parents had moved from Georgia 3 months ago.
Frank was playing with Gerard's fingers absentmindedly,
"Why do y'all do that?"inquired Betsey.
"Do what?" asked Gerard with a mouth full of peanut butter and jelly.
"Touch each other so much? Boys aren't supposed to touch each other that much." she said matter-o-faculty.
"And why not?" sneered Frank.
"Because it's gay. And thats gross and weird."
The boys ignored her and went back to their previous activities.
Gerard's hands are so soft thought Frank and smiled.
Later that night at dinner, Gerard picked at his food, gosh they ate beans like every night.
"Mommy?" he finally said.
"Yes Gerard?" asked Donna.
"Um what's gay?" asked the boy. Donna's eyes widened, and Gerard's father looked down at his plate uncomfortably. Mikey just kept playing with his ceramic unicorn, Bobert Sparkles the Third.
"Well, it's when two boys love each other." Donna said simply.
Gerard's face lit up. "Me and Frankie love each other, does that mean we're gay?" he asked.
Gerard's father mumbled something and cleared his throat.
"No sweetie, that just means you are good friends."
"Than what's the difference?" the boy asked, confused.
"People who are gay get married and have relationships." said Donna.
Gerard looked excited, "Boys can marry each other?" he asked, clearly thrilled.
"Yes Honey, I guess so. Now off to bed." Donna said to her sons.
Gerard fidgeted all night. He couldn't sleep. He was just too excited! Tomorrow the first thing he would do was tell Frankie all about how they could actually get married.
SO what you think? Should I continue?
XO Columbia