Frerard One Shots

Two Of the Same Kind Part 1

Gerard's pov-

I never thought I would find myself staring up Brad fucking Ross's house. The biggest dickhead I've ever encountered in my life. Being a seventeen year old not well liked teenager, my mom kicked me out of the house. We get into a lot of arguments. It's a pretty normal thing that goes on in our household. This one consisted of her screaming, accusing me of being a "Sick freak" with no life. "Go out and make some friends for once. I'm tired of your negative attitude! Your thirteen year old brother has more friends than you!" She had said. I felt horrible for my brother Mikey. He's always caught in the middle of our arguments and he always feels under pressure. He does have a few good friends here and there. His best friend of all time is Pete. They've been friends for as long as I can remember. Since I was even younger than he is now. He tells our mom that he's going to hang out with his friends. I know he's really just going down to the comic shop by himself. There are so many things in life that I constantly worry about. From things like "Did I remember to lock the house and hide the key in the planter bowl? Did I turn the oven off or even remember to take my pills this morning?" To stupid things like "Did I turn the hot water completely off in the sink. What if it's still dripping? If it drips long enough without anyone noticing, it could use up all of our hot water. Is every single key on my piano dusted? All 88 keys? 52 white keys and 36 black keys? Even the 50'th white key that sticks? Are all of my sketchbooks color coded and stacked on the right shelf in the right spot?" But the thing I worried about most in my entire life. The thing I cared about more than anything was Mikey. I was constantly checking on him to make sure he was ok. I offered to help him with everything. I spent a good amount of my time with him and even cooked his favorite dessert once in a while. It was triple chocolate brownies. Every single time. It was his favorite and he wouldn't have anything else. Mikey with his sandy dark blondish brown hair. His toothy grin and the way he pushed his glasses up his nose every few minutes. He'd giggle and take a large portion of brownie out of the pan. "You're the best Gerard." He's say, shifting his feet. "You're such a dork Mikey. I love you kid." I'd say, ruffling up his hair. I snapped out of my thoughts as someone brushed past me, knocking me off a bit. I stumbled and caught myself just in time. It was a group of girls. I recognized them well. There were three of them. One might have been the girlfriend of Brad. I can't remember. But there was one. She acted cool and dissed on people when she was around them. But on the inside, I could tell she was more than that. She seemed scared when she was alone. I was good at seeing through people. I made a lot of assumptions and could tell a lot about people just by looking at them. Sometimes it could be a good thing and at others it can be a bad thing. But this girl... I remember seeing her on the first day of high school when she didn't have hardly any friends. Her name was Jamia. I loved the way it sounded. Sometimes I would whisper it when I was sure no one would hear. Usually while walking home from school or while I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep. She was so friendly and beautiful. She was always in the back of my head somewhere and I hated it. I hated it a lot. I wasn't even sure if I ever liked girls. It stressed me out every time I thought of it. I never could figure out my sexuality. Girls were alright. I could get used to them if I had to. And boys were exactly the same way. But there was something about boys that intrigued me a lot more than a girl ever could. I wanted to say I was attracted to them but I couldn't admit anything. It was all so hard to figure out and it stressed me out almost more than anything else. I'd been called "faggot" and "gay" so many times in my life. No one even knew anything about my sexuality. I was just a piece in their game. It was the most confusing puzzle to ever come up in my life. I could never solve it. Almost as if I had most of the pieces, but there were a few that just wouldn't fit. And it would forever be unsolved. Just by a couple of stupid pieces. A couple of stupid thoughts. Stupid thoughts that were jumbled up in my mind. The girls had completely disappeared inside. I found myself stupidly standing outside of this guy's house. Not doing anything. A few people that passed by gave me strange looks but no one thought too much about it to actually say something. What am I even doing here anyway? If I go in there I'll be treated like shit and feel even worse about myself than I already did. I should have just gone to the comic shop with Mikey or to the park for a walk. Just long enough to give my mom time to cool off. Or it could be completely different. I could go in there and be completely ignored. It would be fine. Just how it is at school. I could pick a place in the corner. Maybe pull out a pencil and find some paper to draw on. Before I could change my mind or think of any other options, I walked up to the front door that was already open. My legs felt like jello and I ached everywhere. I didn't even notice my heart pounding in my chest as I walked in. Music blared through the speakers and the crowd ate up the whole house. Everyone danced with cups or bottles of beer in their hands, slamming their sweaty bodies into each other. It was disgusting. Repulsive. I forced myself to walk through the crowd. I began to observe everything. It was a natural habit. The house was nice. It didn't surprise me though. It was no surprise to anyone that Brad Ross and his parents were rich. How else would he be able to throw such large parties every week? Family portraits hung on most of the walls. He was an only child. Most of the pictures were of him in some photo-shoot or in his football uniform. The areas that weren't covered with family photos were plastered in exotic looking paintings. Some looked like they were bought and others looked like they were painted by someone in the family. You could tell because they had their own similar smile. I knew their dad was some big wig with a large business and Brad played football too much to care about anything else. I assumed it must have been the mom. As I walked further in, near the back of the house I started to see new pictures and things on the shelves. There were multiple photographs of an infant. It couldn't have brad considering the fact that this child looked different in their photos. It was a boy and he had a lot of the same features that Brad had. There were notes everywhere and things with the name "Corey." Written all over it and "Will be missed." That's when it hit me that Brad must have had a younger brother. Or some other family member that must have died or disappeared somehow. They were all just assumptions though. Poor guy. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he acted so poorly today. They looked like they had been pretty close in the pictures. I started to look around at the crowd of people. At least three fourths of them were popular girls and jocks. Pretty much all of them from our school were there. And even more. That was the main category of people. All different kinds of people were there. There were preppy girls, more nerdy unpopular girls that stayed in their corner. There were the band dudes. Some artists that I recognized from my class. There were even people much like me. Socially awkward looking people. They sort of dressed the same way. Boys and girls. They hung out in the corner. Not a single one of them drank any alcohol. They seemed nice from what I saw. They had their own style and I liked that. I'd be lucky to even be able to talk to one of them. Sure they seemed a lot like me but that didn't mean that they actually were... I wondered around all of the rooms, picking up each and every little detail. I was pretty sure I had most of the house memorized and this was my first time setting foot in here. Eventually I found myself in a quieter room with a pool table and cases of professional looking wine. There were a few people talking here and there. I went and sat on the floor in the corner. It was nice and actually a lot quieter. The room was further away from the main party. I enjoyed the peace, completely focused in my own little world. I didn't even hear the person clearing their throat next to me. I turned quickly and jumped in surprise. It was a girl. She was in my art class. I was a little scared by how close she was. She spoke before I had time to think about anything else or say anything for that matter. "Hey, are you alright? You seem a little sad." Sad? Now was one of the moments when I actually felt less sad. Yeah it was always going to be in the back of my mind. Tonight I was just lost in thought. I considered answering with that but instead I replied with a simple "Yeah I guess." I bit my lip at how stupid I sounded. I hated my voice. It came out all awkward and shaky. The girl didn't seem to notice though. "You shouldn't be sad. You're a pretty cool guy from what I can tell." She said. "From what you can tell? You don't even know me." I spoke a bit too quickly without really thinking. "Yeah, we're both in 8th period art remember?" she said, the smile never leaving her face. "Oh yeah..." I felt even more stupid than I already did. "You're good at drawing too." "Thanks." I said. There was silence. That's when I realized that she didn't even sit remotely near me in class. "How do you know though?" She considered her answer for a moment and I again wish I could take it back. "I guess I'm a pretty observant person sometimes. It can be good and it can be bad. I don't really know." She said shyly. "Me too." I spoke. "Really?" She asked. "Yeah." I nodded. "Hold on." She said, reaching over next to her. She pulled out a sketchbook from under a nearby chair. She handed it to me. The cover was doodled all over in purple pen. Random drawings that didn't really hold an actually idea. That's when I saw that she had her initials in big letters at the top left corner. "L.B." Then I remembered... Her name was Lindsey. I specifically remembered because every substitute pronounced it as "Lind-say." It was a nice name. I wondered if she even knew my name. I didn't really care that much. "There's not much of importance in there. My main skill is painting. You can draw something though if you'd like. I'd love to see you draw." She said, talking a pencil from behind her ear and handing it to me. I nodded and flipped through her work until I found a blank page. "You're really good." I said, taking hold of the pencil. "Thanks I guess." She said. "You really are. Don't think that you aren't." I found myself saying. "Yeah. I'd much rather see you draw though." She replied. I nodded and put my pencil in ready position. I didn't know what to draw though. I finally just started sketching away, drawing whatever came to my mind. I found myself adding more and more things as I went until the page was full. It must have been at least fifteen to twenty minutes. The room had emptied out until it was just us. She watched carefully, nodded at every little thing. She didn't hover too close and yet she didn't distance herself too far away. It was just right. Normally I hated drawing in front of people. It stressed me out. It made me feel pressured and I always messed up. No one ever really asked for me to draw them something anyway though. I set the pencil down and studied the finished product. It turned out to be some sort of fairy girl. She was leaving a burning horrible place and shifting over to a new place. A better place. One more bright and happy. A fairy wonderland that looked like every fairy's dream. "That's really creative..." Lindsey said, interrupting my thoughts again. "May I?" She asked. "Of course." I replied, handing her the pencil and the sketchbook. She placed the pencil back behind her ear and studied the drawing. She observed every aspect of it and made comments here and there. I felt my face start to get warm. No one ever liked my art before, let alone said anything about it. "That's amazing." She said, closing the sketchbook. "I gotta go, my mom is probably worried about me. It was nice talking to you Gerard." She said with a half-smile, walking out of the room. Several minutes after she left I found myself lost in thought. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Were we considered friends or was it too early to tell yet? Would she ever even talk to me again? Would I have the courage to even talk to her? She knew my name... I jumped when the door slammed open violently. I dived in the corner further behind the pool table. It was a force of habit. I peered under the table... it was brad and two other guys that I recognized as his friends. His sidekicks or whatever you wanted to call them. They helped ruin people's lives with him. I held my breath as they made their way closer. "Dude what a fuckin' idiot, did you see the look on that kid's face!" Brad exclaimed. His comment was followed by drunk laughter. "Dude, he was scared shitless." One of his friends said. They settled down and sat on the couch directly next to my hiding spot. They discussed typical things such as football and current events happening at the school. "Hey what are we even doing in here anyway? My girlfriend's probably waiting on me." One of them said. "Yeah and I need another drink." Brad said. The couch shifted as they got up. I watched carefully as they started heading for the door, fucking around every few seconds. I shifted further under the pool table to get a better view. There was a sickening crash that quieted all three of them. The silence was painful. I turned around and cursed under my breath. I had bumped into a cabinet and caused a glass vase to fall off. It was shattered in many pieces on the floor. I held my breath as they made their way over there. "Dude what was that." One asked, almost scared. "Shut up!" Brad hissed in a whisper. I watched in horror as their feet made their way over to my hiding spot. Brad bent down and my eyes locked with his menacing gaze. "Well would you look who we have here boys." He said. I furiously tried to scramble out from under the table but it was too late. Brad had grabbed my ankle. I winced as he dug his nails in the flesh and yanked me back in his direction. I stood up from under the table and tried to escape again. He caught me by the arm, spun me around, and slammed me into the wall causing the other class objects in the case to shift and wobble. "That was my mother's special vase. It was passed on by her mother. And her mother's mother." He hissed. He smelled of awful stale alcohol and I had to hold my breath to keep from vomiting. I felt another pair of hands clasp around my throat. I gasped and glanced to the side. One of the boys had slid in next to brad and done it. "Focus you loser!" Brad yelled. I snapped my gaze back to meet his eyes. He chuckled and I felt them release me. I took the chance I had to sprint for the door. I was almost there when I felt something sharp slam into my back, causing me to fall. The room filled with more of their laughter. It was sickening. I crawled for the door, the pain growing in the small of my back. It was too late. Brad stepped on my stomach, crushing his shoe in. I felt like my insides could explode. They were really strong and violent. I struggled to get up and reached for the doorknob. I stopped short when I saw that the door was being blocked by one of them. I turned around to see brad and the other one. I was cornered... This was it. Just moments ago I was talking with Lindsey. Drawing peacefully and listening to her soft voice compliment my work. And now this. I could possibly die. Who knows what these guys are capable of? They closed in on me and I felt like I couldn't breathe. There was nothing I could do to stop it now. Brad shoved me back to the ground and before I could think I was being splashed with awful warm alcohol. It seeped into my clothing, sticking to me. I felt horrible. I didn't even try to run or scream for help when they attacked me. It would be no use. No one would come to help and I would just look like a fucking idiot trying. They punched me in all different directions and I curled up as tight as I could and hoped it would be over soon. I almost didn't even realize the tears streaming down my face. All of a sudden the door slammed open and they stopped. I perked up and looked to see what was going on. It was a girl that looked very pissed. It was her... Jamia. "What the fuck is going on brad!? You know I hate it when you act like this! Cut it out!" She screamed at him. The other guys slipped out quickly leaving brad alone with her, and me to watch. "Oh come on baby, you know I don't mean it!" He protested. Baby? I felt my heart shatter into fifty million pieces. I wanted to kill myself in every possible way. Baby... Jamia was a beautiful an amazing girl. She didn't deserve a shithead like brad. She deserved so much more. So much better. She sighed and turned her gaze towards me. I felt my aching heart speed up and I began to sweat. "I'm so sorry." She said softly. I nodded and quickly ran out before anything else could happen. "Hey wait!" I heard her call after me. I didn't listen. I shoved my way through the crowd and sprinted out the back door. I didn't care anymore. I didn't want to be around her, talk to her, or even look at her. It made me sick and I had to get away from everything. I ran around the side of the house and away from the people, ignoring the looks they gave me. I sat down against the house and caught my breath. That's when all of the tears rushed out. I pulled my knees up to my chest and sobbed into my sleeve. My wet, ruined sleeve. It felt like hours before I stopped crying and calmed down. Most everyone had moved back inside the house or left. In fact, I didn't hear anyone anymore. I sighed and was about to stand up when I heard it... it was so faint and soft that I almost didn't catch it. But I did. It was a simple, scared sounding "hey..." I turned to the side slowly to see him standing there. It was Frank Iero. He stood there watching my every move for who knows how long. He casually smoked a cigarette and leaned against the side of the house. He wore a faded black tee shirt and ripped jeans with black converse. He was so calm about everything. It made me want to scream. I'd known him for a while but I had never actually took it seriously. I saw him around all the time. He was in a few of my classes. He always seemed to show up at the weirdest times. He was always around. Just kind of... There. "How long have you been standing there?" I asked quietly. "I don't know. About forty five minutes. Maybe an extra thirty seconds." He said, sitting down next to me and taking a long drag from his cigarette. He offered it to me and I accepted it. It felt weird. Putting my lips on something that his had been on. Something he had experienced. It was nice though. I savored it for a long time before handing it back to him. For a while we just sat in silence. It was a long time and I considered saying something for a while but figured I would just ruined things. Eventually we finished the cigarette and he threw it out in the distance. We gazed up at the stars. It felt good to have someone there with me. But yet it was weird at the same time. I wasn't used to having company. Mikey was the only person I actually liked to be around. Other than that I just felt creeped out. I felt a little bit better with him though. Something about him was ok. His gestures and mannerisms. It was ok. He didn't make me feel awkward and that was something I hadn't experienced in a long time. He had that effect on me and yet he didn't have to stay anything. Just the fact that he was there. It was nice. I found myself talking without really thinking. "Why are you here? With me I mean." I said. "I don't know. You seemed upset. I didn't just want to leave you here alone. It felt wrong you know." He said. I nodded and there was another few moments of silence. "I always hoped we could be friends. I don't know why. I guess I was just too scared to actually say anything about it. I'm really awkward with people you know." He said. When he spoke, he seemed fine but I could see the sadness behind his voice. It made me feel bad. "I've always wanted to talk to you too. I feel the same way. I get really scared when I have to talk and sometimes I end up breaking down." I said shyly. "Looks like we have things in common already. I mean it's not a good thing to have in common but I'm really starting to like you Gerard." He said. I smiled and I could feel my face heating up. "You're blushing." He said. "What? No!" I said quickly. I could feel myself blushing harder. He laughed. "It's ok. You don't have to be nervous around me." He said. I nodded. There was another moment of silence. The silence was never awkward. It felt really good. "If... If you don't mind... can I ask why you were so upset?' He said. I felt a sense of sadness overcome me. "Oh yeah..." I said. "I'm sorry, you really don't have to. I'm stupid, I- "No. It's ok." I interrupted his stuttering. "Ok." He said, calming down and relaxing better against the wall. "It's nothing really I mean. Just problems with brad you know." I started. "Yeah. Brad is an asshole. I've had issues with him too." He said. "Then why are you at his party?" I asked. He broke into a smile. "I don't know. I'm dumb like that." He said. I felt myself smiling and soon we were both laughing. "So yeah... but I guess there's another thing. It's hard to talk about." I said. "It's this girl. I don't know if I like her or not. I mean... I've never told anyone this except my brother and I'm sure I'll regret this later but I'll tell you. I like you. I don't even know if I really like girls." I said nervously. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something. Anything. It felt so uncomfortable. When I looked over at him, he was staring into the distance. "I-I'm the same way... Gay I mean if that's what you want to call it." A feeling of relief flooded over me. "It was hard accepting it at first and I knew the insults would come hard. I try to keep it to myself though. But I feel like I've known you for a million years even though we're pretty much just barely acquainted." He said. "It's ok." I said with a smile. 'Which girl is it?" He asked. I nervously thought of a way to reply. I didn't want to but I knew I had to. "H-her name is Jamia." I said barely above a whisper. "Jamia? Like, Jamia Nestor?" He asked, looking at me nervously. "Um... Yeah..." I muttered, pulling at a piece of grass. 'Holy shit..." He mumbled. "What is it?' I asked. "Me and her... It's really weird. Our relationship I mean. I don't know how to explain it." He said. "Oh..."' was all I could say. I felt like a horrible person. "I want to fucking spray these walls with brad's guts." He said. "You know about them?" I asked, regretting it instantly. Ýeah... I'm over her now. I was with her before I discovered who I was you know. Before I discovered my sexuality. She was the first real person that was actually there for me. In fact, you're the first person I've actually held a real conversation with in a long time." He said. I smiled. "I really like you Gerard. I know it sounds weird but I don't want you to leave. Ever." He said, taking hold of my hand. "I won't. It feels good being around you. Like I can be myself. I mean, I've already said most of what was on my mind about myself so there really is no point in leaving anyway." I said. He smiled. We faced each other. His hand still held tightly onto mind. He studied our fingers and I felt butterflies flutter up in my stomach. He was perfect. Everything about him. His facial features. His sparkly brown eyes that always looked so focused but lost at the same time. He was insanely attractive and I felt weird admitting it to myself. I had noticed it many times before but I never actually thought about it. Why should I be doubting my feelings? That's what I always do. This can't be stopped and I need to learn how to start accepting things. He was attractive. I am attracted to a boy. I am very attracted to a boy. I am attracted to Frank Iero more than anything. It felt good to admit that to myself. It was the first real step. He continued to play with my hands, gazing down. Then he looked up and our eyes met. The butterflies went insane in my stomach. Then he was letting go of my hand and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. I gasped into the kiss, causing him to pull back. The sparks of excitement faded away. It felt really good. He was warm and comforting. I wanted to pull him closer and kiss him again. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm so stupid." He said, burying his face in his hands. "Hey wait. No you're not." I said comforting him and wrapping my arms around him. "I'm such an idiot. I let my hormones and my awful thoughts get the best of me. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I'm fucked up." He said. "It's ok. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just as fucked up. It's ok. We can go be fucked up somewhere else together." I said. My words came out in a rush. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't be around me. I'm really drunk and horny and stupid. I'm letting my actions get the best of me. It's just that..." He explained. "Just that what?' I asked. He faced me and our eyes met once again. "I really like you. I mean like... I like you like you. I always kind of have. And I'm sorry." He said. "Stop apologizing. I like you too frank. Like you like you. I'm sick of all this girl shit. Being with you sounds a whole lot fucking better." I said. He smiled and soon enough we were giggling really hard. I collapsed to the ground and he fell on top of me. Then we were sloppily making out with no regrets this time. I didn't care at this point. I had nothing else to lose and I really needed him right now. I enjoyed his company and I didn't ever want him to leave. We were both so in love and turned on that it didn't really matter anyway. He pressed his hips really hard against mine and I couldn't help but let out a whimper. I broke a sweat and my heart started pounding in my chest again. He was really hard when he pressed into me. "Sorry." He whispered. "Don't be." I said. I pulled him closer and we were kissing again. "Shouldn't we go somewhere else to do this?" I asked. "No, there's more people inside. No one's out here, we're good." He said. I nodded and we were kissing again. He tasted good. Not just like cigarettes, but he had a certain taste to him. Something more unique. I wanted more of it. His lips were warm and wet and he kissed so sloppily. He kissed so good. It sent tingles all throughout my body. He pulled off of me and I mewled in frustration. I didn't want to stop touching him. "Hang on... Just trust me for a minute. I have to do this." He whispered. Then he dove down and aggressively started unbuckling my belt. My heart almost caught in my throat at the realization of what he was doing. He slipped off my underwear and I felt myself blushing at my full erection. He didn't seem to care though. Then his mouth was all over my dick, sucking and licking. And oh god he looked so hot when he did it. Like he was a professional. The way his hands dug into my pants and his dark bangs fell over his eyes. The metal of his lip ring was cold on my exposed skin, sliding up and down with him and I swore I could have come right at that moment I was so close. I wanted to touch him. I wanted my hands tangled in that dark hair. My fingers trailing all over that perfect skin. It was too much. My teenage hormones overcame me and I came harder than I ever have before in my life. It wasn't like all the other times, jacking off to posters of hot chicks. This felt real. He continued to suck and savor every last bit of my cum and when he pulled off, his mouth was dripping with it. There was no time to be embarrassed anymore. Neither of us cared at this point. I did my pants back up and kissed him. He breathed heavily against my lips. He desperately started taking off his belt. I moved his hands away and finished it for him, sliding his jeans and boxers down just enough. I felt my stomach do back flips. He was so big. I took him in my hands and jacked him off harder than I could ever do to myself. He let out a long deep moan and tilted his head back. His Adam's apple bobbing up and down with his moans. "Just... Just, yeah... Yeah like that." He whispered, tangling one hand in my messy hair and firmly holding onto my shoulder with the other one. I bit my lip and concentrated as my hand became a blur. I felt him throb and twitch in my hand and he was coming all over me in a mess of moans and curse words. We took a minute to catch our breath as he got himself together again. "Oh man... I'm sorry." He whispered, gazing at my outfit. I glanced down at my alcohol and cum stained jeans and tee-shirt. "No it's ok." I said. We both leaned back up against the wall. "I'm sorry you had to jack off a guy you don't even know." He said. I laughed and soon he was laughing too. "No it's ok. I wanted to." I said awkwardly. 'I'm sorry you had to blow a guy you don't even know." I said. "Wanted to." He said, still breathing heavily. He pulled out another cigarette and lit it. He took a long drag and handed it to me. We passed it back and forth. "I'd like to get to know you better. For real this time. We can start over." He said. "Yeah." There was another moment of silence as we smoked. "I still like you a lot though. Like you like you." I said, staring at the ground. "Me too." He said. I smiled to myself.

So this one is a lot longer than the rest. Since it took so long for things to get started in the beginning, I'm going to be writing a part two where it just gets straight to it. There is still going to be events and things happening with the other characters to go along the storyline but I promise part two will be better. This is actually the first time I have ever included Lindsey and Jamia as characters in one of my stories. I know some people get offended by that so I tried not to go too far with them. Also I finally found someone to proof read my works. She's one of my best friends. I'll still proof read it but she can go over it again in case I missed something. I've been going back over the things I've written and I've been catching a lot of mistakes so maybe she can help me with that. Again, thank you for reading. X-A