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FoREVer xoxoHe couldn't help but flinch as Syn banged down a couple of mugs from the shelf and began rattling around making coffee. Truth be told, he had no appetite for the substance but then, given the bags beneath his once sparkling green eyes, it may do him some good. And he hadn't really an appetite for anything that morning.
Zacky looked up, face drained, confusion flickering over his brow for a second.
"Um . . . no, thank-you."
Syn frowned, not facing him, but letting his eyes wander to his friend's head. He shook his own a little.
"Not you Michelle? Sweetie, are you up yet?"
Sinking back into his seat, Zachary's face fell limp and dull. His skin was more sallow than even he was used to and despite not wearing his glasses, his jade eyes just didn't seem to want to cut it today. He was brooding. Brian, however, seemed adamant to keep the mood bright. And so, ignoring the howling December gale darkening the heaven's above outside, he had every light in the house on. And
Frerard Psychotic - 16 xoxoDespite not wanting to, Frank returned to his own home with a slight compromise. Gerard came with him.
Letting them both through the front door, Frank shyly showed his new boyfriend into the sitting room and went to make him a coffee. As the kettle boiled he had a mad dash to tidy everything up, cleaning he kitchen before ensuring everything else was in order and the house was respectable which of course due to his obsessive-ness and his mother being - well, Linda. It was always perfect.
When Frank returned he handed Gerard his mug and began to daintily sip his own.
They sat at opposite ends of the couch, both with only socks on their feet - each wearing odd ones, Frank because he liked it that way and Gerard because he's gotten dressed in the dark. Literally. For a while they sat, sipping coffee and flicking through the various channels of Frank's television, before leaving MTV on quietly in the background and just talking.
"Well, after you left the Clinic I fell into this real
Frerard Psychotic - 20 xoxo"I don't think I'll ever be that strong, Frankie." If he had whispered it could not have been quieter. As Gerard leant against the side of Frank's wardrobe, silently watching the boy change, he ground his fingernails down further, fighting the rising sensation of defeat in his stomach.
Frank did not enquire as to what Gerard was talking of. They both knew all too well. But Frank somehow didn't care. At least not at that moment.
He turned away as he shrugged his pyjama top over his shoulders and scooped the Morrissey tee from carpet. Behind him he heard a badly repressed gasp.
Gerard shook his head, avoiding looking at Frank until he was fully changed when the boy forced him to, standing close enough for their hipbones to meet and steering his face directly at his own.
"Gee we a-ll ha-ve our own w-way of de-aling with st-stuff like thi-s. Y-ou'll know wh-en you're re-eady and I'll st-tand by you ev-ery st-ep of the way." He rocked onto his toes to plant a sweet kiss on Gerard's l
Early Sunsets - 01 xoxoSmoke coiled lethargically outwards from between his parted lips, spurred on only from the force of his sweet breath as no other wind made to shift it from hanging still in the air. His hazel eyes seemed to sparkle still with a gentle glaze of indifference as his thoughts danced confusing spirals around his head. It was barely light, but Frank sat perfectly still atop the fence post overlooking the fields, displaying no signs of being tired.
A shiver ran down his spine and he spent the last of his smoke, fishing for another. It was painfully quiet. Of course there were birds and the rustlings of the forest behind him, but no human life in Belleville New Jersey would think to even stir at going on fifteen minutes past five on a none-descript Tuesday morning. Sniffing, the boy swivelled on the wooden staff to face in the opposite direction.
Ahead and a little to his right, grew the small forest of West Hudson Avenue. Most of the trees seemed to be dwindling sycamores planted sparsely to
Frerard Psychotic - xoxoIt began for both of them on the same Thursday afternoon at around 13:25.p.m. Two separate doctors in the same Belleville practice saw two separate patients and their overly anxious mothers for completely different, but equally serious reasons.
"Yes Mrs. Way, I am afraid it is one of the worst cases I've seen in all my years in practice, but for it to occur in such a young child . . . . . I am at a loss. Please, do you know of any previous family history of such afflictions?" Dr. Fionn peered down his twice broken and therefore crooked nose at the woman before him, ignoring the boy hunched on the corner stool beside the toy box, not playing, but glaring from beneath his dark bangs.
Mrs. Way faltered and stumbled over the last forty years of her recent ancestry, speaking so fluently in such an inaccessibly incoherent tongue she fell on the verge of hyperventilation. Eventually she half slumped back in her seat and blew out an angry exhalation of frustrated defeat, replying;
"No. None th
House of Wolves - 01 xoxoAbove the wrought iron Gates, the mansion seemed to swell, rising crooked and eerie out of the gloom and sending the hackles on the back of Zack's neck to stand on end. From the uncertain blot it had been on the horizon of his life only two weeks before, the Haner Manor now seemed too painful a reality to comprehend. It was rich, that his Godparent's had agreed to take custody of him should anything ever take ill of his biological parents providing they never had to actually do it. He had never even set foot in their house and now he was being handed from guardian to guardian like a hot potato. From his seat in the back of his Godfather's car, Zacky shivered.
Taking what he had told himself was to be a calming breath, Zachary straightened his back and rested his head against the seat. It's just the weather. It's the weather that is making it look creepy. Fog, pendulous storm clouds and the fact that you're moving here because you've nowhere else to go for the time being. It'll look
House of Wolves - 02 xoxoSlipping out of bed, Zacky shivered, rubbing his hands over his arms as he felt an uncomfortable prickling of goosebumps pepper his flesh. Beneath his red-toenailed toes, the floor boards felt harder and seemed to bite as he shuffled uncertainly out onto the landing.
Darkness enshrouded the majority of the house, giving the boy the sense that the walls were both imploding and stretching far out at the same time. He wanted to check the time, but felt an unpleasant jolt of fear swell within his stomach as he glanced back over the dark threshold of his bedroom door. A gentle tocking was ticking from somewhere vague downstairs.
Cautiously, Zack took each step at a time, a wary hand on the banister rail as he went, peering into the gloom only amplified by his poor, unaided eyesight. As he reached the bottom he began to chew his lip. Ahead, the door he assumed to lead into the living room was barely ajar, but from it fell an uneven oblong of light upon which rode the idle melody picking acro
Loving Mr. Way Ch.1I smiled at my schedule; Art first period, A great way to start my day. Thankfully Gerard- er Mr. Way taught Art 1-4 so I have had his class every year. Gee's my boyfriend of four years now. Finally I was a senior, one more year and we were moving in together. I could finally tell people about our dirty little secret. I was so in love with him I wanted to scream it from the roof tops. I had to get back in the habit of calling him Mr. Way again for school while all summer he was Gerard. Gah, one of the many downfalls of loving your teacher. He was seven years older than me, it started with looks then I ended up in detention which we spent talking about music and comic books, which led to a kiss, which led to a conversation, which ended in a relationship. I walked into the classroom. He was good about keeping us and class separated, It helped us not get caught. "Good morning Frank." He said glancing up and checking my name off on the attendance list. I nodded and took a seat i
Punk-Ass Whore Ch.1I was sitting at home, scrolling threw things on Myspace. Not sure why I let my little brother talk me into getting one of these things. I was suddenly notified of a friend request. I clicked on it and then on the person's profile. Frank Iero. He was cute, I'm not going to lie. Unfortunately, I didn't know him and I didn't want any stalkers on here.. just yet. I decided to send him a message just incase I knew him when we were kids or something.
Gerard Way: Do I know you?
Frank Iero: Nah.. My friend knows ya and was talking 'bout you so I decided to add you
Gerard Way: Oh, Sorry, I can only add people I know. :[
Frank Iero: It's all good. Ray was just saying how cool you were. Maybe we could meet sometime?
I bit my lip, my gut said to meet this guy while my head said, don't be the next dumb-ass to meet some guy from the internet and get raped and killed. I decided to go with my gut.
Gerard Way: Yeah, for sure :]
Frank Iero: Awesome, I'm at Ray's right now and he d
Loving Mr. Way Ch.7"Mr. Way, Mr. Iero, My office. NOW!" Mrs. Lena scream and stormed out of his office. I immediately started crying, I had no control over it. He kissed my forehead and held me to his chest tightly. "Through all this, Frankie, please don't forget, I love you." "I love you too, Gerard." I sniffled and followed him through the door. The trip to her office had never seemed so short. The hallways had never seemed this cold, nor the chairs this uncomfortable. I didn't dare look at my boyfriend, I just looked at my hands. "We can safely say Mr. Way has sexually assaulted you, Frank?" I glanced at Gee. He was leaning his chin on his fist not looking at me. I could see the tears streaking his face. "No, ma'am." I said quietly. "It's not safe to say. It is not true." She glared. "Frank, you need to be honest." "I AM being honest!" I said frustrated, already. "It's not an assault when I kissed him." He still wouldn't look at me. I went into his office to ask him a question and when I was leaving I
Loving Mr. Way Ch.2We were on the way to his apartment only a few minutes from the school. "Shit." He muttered when we pulled up I looked around, saw his little brother and ducked. His brother was a year younger than me in school, he seemed cool but I didn't talk to him much. "Stay here." He whispered without looking down. He got out of the car and slammed the door. After five minutes my phone rang. I had a text from Gee, "Head up the back stairs and I'll meet you in the stairwell." I did as I was told and I got there right as the door opened and my long black haired boyfriend slid in through the door. "Mikey got in a fight with my parents and needs to stay here tonight.. I'm really sorry babe, I know I promised." He promised I could stay the night tonight. I sighed. "I'm really sorry." He said biting his lip. "I know, I know. I also know you and Mikey are close and shit, it's ok. Another time." I started to head down the stairs when he grabbed my arm. "Let me tell him I have to go to the store.." I smil
Loving Mr. Way Ch.3*Frankie's POV*
I was laying down with my head in Gee's lap reading while he stroked my hair reading his own book. My sketch book was on the floor in front of the couch. Who better to help you with the homework that your teacher? The door creaked open and my eyes got wide I threw the book down and grabbed my sketchbook. Mikey appeared in the doorway I could feel my heart beating a thousand times a second. "Um.. Hi?" He said eyeing me. "Hey, I'm Frank." He nodded. "Ya I know. I've seen you around school. My question was, what are you doing in my brother's apartment..?" He seemed upset. "Frank needed some help with his assignment, I told him just to drop by and I'd see what I could do to help." Gee said calmly. "Do you tend to teach with your shirt off?" Mikey said smirking. Gee and I both looked at his bare chest. Shit. "It's not like I'm a chick." Gee said glaring. "Whatever, I just came by to give you these comics we found of yours in the attic." "Thanks." Gee mumbled and Mikey left.
Loving Mr. Way Ch.9"What was that?" Gerard said breaking away from me. "Nothing." I muttered trying to pull him back. Then I heard the door start to open. Gee flung himself onto the floor. "Frank? What was all that noise?" I sat up and rubbed my eyes like I had been sleeping. "A dream.." I said annoyed. My mom looked un-comfortable. "Teenage hormones, you know. Just a dream." She nodded and shut the door Gerard sat up just in time for the door to open again. He ducked bellow the bed again. "Don't let it happen again." My mom said and I nodded. Even though, if it was a dream, how the hell does she expect me to control that? This time Gerard waited for footsteps to disappear down the hall before sitting up again. "I should go." He said reaching for his clothes. "No.." I whined grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into another kiss. He got dressed and kissed me again. "I love you." I said as he headed for the window. "I love you too Frankie, baby." He slipped out the window and closed it gen
Loving Mr. Way ch. 12I finished up band practice and headed over to Gerard's apartment with Pansy on my back. When I was about to open the door to his apartment I heard singing. I had heard him singing before but damn, this was good. The lyrics were captivating. "You're not in this alone, Let me break this awkward silence. Let me go!" I loved it. I opened the door and plugged Pansy into the amp without even acknowledging him. He stopped singing but I started playing a guitar riff and motioned for him to keep singing. He was singing with incredible passion in his voice. Eyes close, voice breaking. In this moment I love him more than I ever thought I could. When He finished I ran up and kissed him passionately. "That was.. amazing. Fuck, that doesn't even begin to cover it." I said and grabbed his face, kissing him again. "I love you." I said wrapping my arms around his neck. He slid his arms around my waist. "You too, baby. There are some apartment listings on the table, you wana take a look?" "Hell ya, two
Loving Mr. Way Ch. 5*two weeks later*
I was sitting in the back of my art class, like usual. The assignment was a still life of something from our backpack. I was working on a pair of sunglasses but I couldn't get the shading right. I raised my hand and Mr. Way walked over and leaned over my shoulder. "What is it, bab-Frank." He said and we both cringed. A few people noticed and gave us weird looks. I was blushing and I didn't dare to look at Gerard but I bet he was too. "I'm um having some trouble on the shading." He quickly said " A little lighter here." Pointing to a certain place on the lenses and darker here." He motioned to the brim. "Thanks." I mumbled quickly and he walked briskly back to his desk. I could see that he was mentally beating himself up. I felt bad for him. This wasn't going well. I don't know what happened to us this year we were being just as careful maybe we just got into a bad routine during the summer.
After classes I went to his office. The principal had gone home early today, T
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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