'BOLD' = Vocals ENJOY!
'italic' = Thoughts
Gerard never found out what Frank was mumbling about that day, but it didn't really matter. What he saw on that screen was the most amazing thing in the world, even though it did have a strange resemblance to ET. What was stranger was the fact that he hadn't been joking when he said it looked like Frank- it did. It looked how Frank had when he was a toddler. Gerard was already sure that it was going to have Frank's beautiful green eyes.
When Gerard got home, he straight away ripped off the disguise until he was down to his pants and nothing else
"Nice Sight, Gee" cringed Gabe, before saying his goodbyes to the two and heading home.
The canary haired man turn round to and looked at the noir haired punk. Frank looked back with large glassy eyes, his mouth a thin line, his cheeks red, his arms folded across his strong chest. He took in a deep breath, before unleashing his arms and holding them out to Gerard.
"Hug?" he said quickly with no facial expression.
Gerard simply stood for a second, before slowly walking over to Frank, and resting into his embrace, his arms remaining at his side, and resting his head on Frank's shoulder with his face looking away. Frank held him close with one hand, and ran his free hand through Gerard's hair.
"Thanks Gerard… for everything." Frank whispered to Gerard.
Gerard bit his lip and his body tensed in Franks arms.
"Gee?" whispered a worried frank, resting his head on Gerard's.
"Come home…" Gerard replied in a tiny voice, turning his head and snuggled his face into Franks shoulder "I don't know what you want me to say to you. I thought saying 'I love you' enough times would bring you home with me- with us. But it won't" Gerard's voice shook slightly, but he refused himself for tears. He was a man, and men do not cry at stupid things like this. Normal Gerard wouldn't be close to tears at points like this, he'd be very depressed but tears wouldn't come into it. But now, with all these hormones running round his body, mostly Estrogen, the female hormone, he didn't seem to have as most control over his tear ducts.
"I don't know what to do Frank. If you don't believe that I really love you, the for fucks sake-"Gerard pushed himself out of Franks hug and stood a few feet away from him. "Look!" he pointed to his abdomen "you know why I'm doing this? For you! I didn't want a baby! Especially one that wasn't half yours! Unlike you, I'm not against abortions! If it didn't have your blood in its body along with my own, then, right now, it would be up in heaven!"
Frank stared at him, mouth gaping, eyes like hub-caps. He shook his head and sighed haplessly.
"I love you"
Gerard blinked, and wrapped his arms round himself, "Then why won't you come home…"
"Not until you tell me what I want to hear"
"But I don't know what that is!" Yelled Gerard.
"You'll say it soon. I hope." Frank ran his fingers through his black hair "until then, I suggest you stop worrying about me not being at home with you and relax. It'll make you and the baby sick." Frank turned around and opened the front door.
"You make ME sick!" yelled Gerard, as the person who seemed to tear pieces of his heart every single day stepped out of the house and calmly closed the door behind him.
Gerard gritted his fists and headed to kitchen and flicked the kettle on. His head hurt ferociously, and a stitch-like pain curved round his side. Too angry to bother with his loss of comfortableness, Gerard made himself a large cup of coffee, headed to his office and collapsed in his chair. He rubbed his stomach thoughtfully.
"I think I'm beginning to learn what Emilie Autumn meant by 'Misery Loves Company and Company loves more…'"
A month passed, and Gerard's pregnant stomach was becoming noticeable. That is, if you knew of his condition. To everyone else, including fans, it just looked like Gerard was putting on weight, which all found weird, since previously he had been losing weight at an alarming rate for the past 6 months, not suddenly, to tummy seemed to be coming back.
Everyone seemed to have an opinion on this. Ray was terrified of the idea of a pregnant male best friend, and although showing support when Gerard needed it, had decided that for the sake of his sanity to ignore the fact. Mikey wasn't bothered by it, and sometimes even found the fact exciting. The idea of having a niece or nephew that his wife, Alicia and he could babysit when Gerard was busy seemed like a great idea. Frank, at not surprised, found the whole thing cute, and much to Gerard's dislike, had taken to poking the bulging stomach very lightly every now and again or even talking to it.
Gerard on the other hand, had a different view.
Gerard wasn't ignoring it like Ray
or embracing the idea like Mikey and Frank.
Or talking to it, unless he in his bedroom alone and bored
or finding it cute.
Instead, he hated the idea more than anything. Gerard felt like a failure. He'd spend the last 5 years trying to lose weight, and when he finally reaches a weight he likes, he falls pregnant! How unfortunate and inappropriate for him.
"Come on, Gee! It's just a little weight! You can hardly notice the difference!" Mikey reassured his brother, who was sitting cross legged in a make-up chair backstage, his head in his hands.
"You can!" Can Gerard's muffled cries.
"You can't! You're supposed to get bigger! It was going to happen to Gerard at some time, Gee! But it'll be worth it! I'll be a uncle thanks to you blowing up like a balloon" giggled Mikey, applying liner around his eyes.
There was a sad little moan from Gerard.
Frank entered the room, having been placing his guitar Texus on the stage so it was ready to play. He took one look at the now sobbing Gerard, before he turned to Mikey was a face of rage.
"What did you do?" He asked angrily.
"Nothing! He was upset because he'd put on a little weight, and I tried to comfort him but failed" Mikey shrugged.
"Well you must have done!"
"He called me fat!" cried a hysterical canary head.
"Michael!" growled Frank, running over to Gerard, perching on the arm of his chair and pulling him into a hug
"I didn't!" argued Mikey
"You called me a balloon!" Wailed Gerard, removing his hands form his face and flinging them found Frank's thin waist.
"That's not what I meant! I meant you stomach will get bigger-"
"You think I'm fat! And I'm going to get fatter!" screamed Gerard, now burying his head in Frank's crutch, causing Frank to pull a rather strange face and fidgeting slightly
Frank cleared his throat and tapped Gerard on the head "Geegee? I think I better take you back to the doctors."
Gerard stopped crying and sat up, his large brown eyes wide at Frank. He sniffed hard and stuttered with worry "Why?"
Mikey stopped putting on his make-up and turned round to see what was going on.
Frank ran his fingers through Gerard's hair "Don't get so worried. It's nothing terrible! I just think your body is making maybe a bit too much estrogen. Which would explain why you seem to keep crying this past week"
Gerard said nothing, and simply paced his head in Frank's lap.
The room was silent until Ray entered the room. The first thing he did when he entered the room was look at Frank and Gerard.
"OH GOD! Seriously? Blowjobs in the dressing room while Mikey watches?" He yelled in horror, giving everyone a look of disgust.
Gerard sat up quickly in tears "You think I'm a man whore!"
"You know what to go Gee. Tell the audience you're little under the weather, and explain that if you come over bad, you'll have to leave the stage for a second, okay?" Frank explained for the third time as they were about to go on stage. "As soon as you leave the stage, I'll follow you okay?"
"Okay, okay! I get it! Stop telling me! For god's sake! I'm not fucking thick!" Gerard told him angrily.
"I know, I know. I was just checking. I'm worried about you, that's all"
"You're not worried about me! You're just worried about your baby! Fuck the chicken; it's the eggs you want!" Gerard yelled, clenching his fists as he felt his blood boil.
Frank smirked, before setting off into a fit of giggles "Fucking hell Gerard!" he said between laughs "That's got to be the funniest thing you've ever said!"
Gerard blinked him, not quite sure what he had said that had been so comical.
"But seriously, Gee, I am worried. I love you man."
"Like a friend and chicken" Gerard huffed.
Frank snorted at the comment, before shaking away his laughter and forcing himself to be serious.
"No, more than a friend…"
"Well, that's a lie."
"Gerard-"
"Shut up Frank. You're not as good of an actor as you think" the singer pushed past his ex-lover, and headed to the stage entrance. Frank followed slowly behind.
"Go on in 5-"said Brian, the band's manager "4-3-2-1-On!"
The bang ran on the stage, Frank, Mikey and Ray grabbing their instruments enthusiastically, and the drummer Bob literally jumped on to his drum set. Gerard clasped the microphone worriedly, biting his lip at the thought of what the audience may think of him.
The stage was dark, with not a single light lit, and only the lights from the crowd being the only way to find things.
Gerard looked out at all fans, jumping up and down and cheering his name with love and respect. He couldn't help but worry about those people's respect he'd lose if they would out about his condition. He smiled to himself.
'I bet half of these people, maybe more, would be happy at the thought of me and Frank having a baby…'
His smiled fell slightly
'… but they would all think of me as a freak'
"Gerard!" hissed Mikey. Gerard turned and looked at his little brother "You okay?" he asked.
Gerard gave a small smiled and nodded, before turning back to the stage.
"1-2…" started Ray "1-2-3-4!"
The guitars started and the crowd cheered. Gerard smiled and felt an overwhelming sense of confidence coming over him as the ringing tune of 'na na na' flew into his head. The lights turned on and began to move
"ALRIGHT!" Gerard screamed down the mic "I wanna hear you fuck yourselves to this song-"
'Na, na na na, na na na, na na, na na na na, nah, na na nah-"
The crowd screamed and cried as Gerard felt himself become more alive than he had ever been in months.
'Drugs, Gimme drugs, gimme drugs! I don't need them-"
'Frank said I need drugs…Have I really been crying that much? What am I, a woman? Okay, that isn't a fair, but stereotypically…Oh god, what if I cry on stage? '"-I'll be your detonator! Love gimme love gimme love-''Why won't Frank love me anymore? He says he does, but if he did he's been with me, at home helping me when I feel so dead and weak and ill. When I feel like a lonely freak…""Gimme more! Gimme more!"
'For fuck's sake! Why doesn't he love me?Gerard jumped up and down as the chorus started, Ray's voice ponded through the speakers along with us, and was suddenly joined by the sound of Frank doing a short screamo 'na na na', causing Mikey to start laughing. Gerard shot Frank a dirty look.
'That's wrong you mong! What the fuck is he doing?"
Gerard's face changed as a violent mood swings fully struck him. His movement became quick and straight, his steps large, and his vocals becoming more like yells by the second.
"Fuck this shit! SING!" he yelled in to the mic as the chorus repeated. The crowd immediately joined in, bouncing up and down to the beat of Bob's drum.
The middle eighth begins and Gerard makes his way to the back step and starts to head bang with Mikey.
"What's up, gee?" Asked Mikey
"Dark thoughts, that's all" He replied simply, before turning around and finishing the song.
As the guitars faded out and the drums stopped, the crowd roared with praise and love for the five performers.
"How are you all?" Gerard yelled, getting a positive reply from the fans "Good. And we're about to fucking improve that! We're going to rock this shit until some shit explodes!"
Frank giggled at the singer, as he pinged a few cords getting ready for the next song.
"Now, I do have something to say that might kill the mood, but it has to be said…" Gerard began, confusing the crowd "I've currently got an illness. Nothing serious, but it might mean that I might run randomly off stage- But I will be back straight afterwards!"
The crowd mumbled awkwardly, and a few cries from obsessive fans echoed through the stadium.
"Come on guys! I'll be okay because that isn't how I disappear!"
The music turned on and the and once again music blasted through the speakers, and the adrenalin ran through the five musician's bodies like lightning bolts.
House of Wolves was always a popular song to play live for one reason 'Frerard'; a legend known by My Chemical Romance fans that was taken the mick out of on stage. But of course, not to the knowledge of the screaming girls, it was very really off stage, and the proof was growing under the taller, more feminine faced one's shirt.
It had been a deal since when Frank found out about the pregnancy that the gay acts they did on stage would stop until Gerard realised what Frank wanted him to say. Apparently Frank forgot.
As Gerard got out of his position of on bended knee as the guitar solos started, I suddenly himself being grabbed from the collar and having a pair of soft lips pressed firmly against his own. His eyes wide, but his lips remained motionless against his ex-lover's. His skipped a few beats and bounced up into his throat. His mood began to calm, then below calm and in panic and confusion.
What was Frank trying to do? Mess with his head? Wasn't it he who told Gerard to try and stay calm and relaxed most of the time so he wouldn't hurt the baby? And yet, here Frank is going the one thing that made him tense, uncomfortable, sad and terrified all at once.
Frank pulled away, licked the whole side of Gerard's cheek and running back over to his original place. Gerard looked out to the stage. Before he knew it, he missed his cue to sing, and instead round himself staring into the crowd and shaking. He took a step back from the crowd and wrapped his arms round himself.
The audience laughed and cheered, thinking Gerard was just acting like he usually did. His band mates seemed to think the same until he ran off stage pale as a ghost. Just as promised, Frank followed swiftly behind.
Gerard staggered off stage and leaned against the cool, cold black wall catching his breath. It wasn't long before a punk jumped back stage too.
"Geez, Gerard! What's wrong?"
"Why the fuck did you kiss me? We had a deal!" Gerard hissed, his eyes thin slights as Frank
"We never had a deal. I just said I wasn't going to kiss you on stage" Frank replied, a little taken aback.
"What the hell changed you mind then?"
"Adrenalin… As always" Frank laughed.
Gerard scowled with rage at the little man.
"Will you stop messing with my head, Frank! You know what?" Gerard pushed himself away from the way and over to Frank "I don't love or want you anymore. I'm not a bloody voodoo doll!"
Frank's face was full of hurt as he whispered "you don't mean that… Really?"
Gerard took a deep breath and stated calmly "Some of your stuff is still at my place. Collect it tomorrow." Gerard ordered with a poker face. He shoved his shoulders back before pushing past Frank and going back on stage. Frank remained where he was, staring into space
"Hey guys! Guess what? I'm baaaack!"Came Gerard's cheery voice, full of laughter. The audience cheered with joy.
"He can't mean it" whispered Frank "Oh shit… what have I done?" Frank sunk his head into his hands
"Also, I have a little announcement to make." Came Gerard's voice once again. Frank looked up as if Gerard was right in front of him. He listened intently. "This is going to be by last show for a whole year! Sorry guys"
Frank felt his body relax, as his fear or Gerard telling the world about his pregnancy was lifted.
"Oh yeah- and I'm officially SINGLE!"
A large cheer rang through the stadium as hundreds of teenage girls expressed their happiness of possibly having a chance with the singer. Frank knew they didn't.
There you go, guys!
