Ghost (a frerard oneshot)

Ghost

AN: this is my first fic so- ye. ALSO! This is the house from Casper. Litterally has nothing to do with it tho. (Edit: plz comment... ily 🥺 i wanna see what ppl think...)

Gerard's POV: 

Okay. New place, new vibe, same old emo me. I heard my mom going up the stairs with my shit. Oh. Forgot i have to actually unpack. Ha. "Love the new place mom!" I yelled, sarcasm obviously presented. "I'm so glad you like it hun!" My mom yelled back, seemingly unaware of how much i hated this place. I decided to make my way up the spiraling stairs.

I walked over to the 3rd door down the hall, stepped inside, and actually liked it. The walls were a nice black, with a dark red wall behind the bed.  There where a few posters there, including the Smashing Pumpkins, Green Day, and Misfits. "Impressive." I said to no one in particular. I dropped my bag with a thud on the hardwood floor. I undid the sheets on the bed and put down my own black set. Not actually putting them on of course. I am to lazy for that. I went off to put my things away in the dresser. "Oh! Gerard, don't put anything away yet! It's dusty, and you know about your allergies. I can clean it off for you!" My mom called. I touched my finger to the cold, polished wood. Sure enough, I couldn't see my own finger. "Okay mom! I'm gonna go to the cemetery!" I responded. "Okay!" She said.

With that, i slipped on my converse, large maroon hoodie, ripped skinny jeans, and bolted. Not forgetting to unzip my hoodie to show my nirvana shirt lying beneath it. I ran down the stairs, falling 6 times. I headed outside to see my skateboard lying on the driveway. 

I hopped on and pushed off. The wind made my electric red hair flip around behind me, occasionally hitting my neck. As i sped down the middle of nowhere, cemetery drive, i looked around to see no other houses. I made a sharp turn on the right, and felt a odd gust of cold air.

"What the fuck?" I muttered, continuing down the road. I eventually came around to the cemetery. There weren't many gravestones. In total, about 35. I scanned the quiet area to find a grave to sit next to. My eyes landed on a grave with a picture of a guitar reading in almost holographic words: "PANSY" my eyes drifted over to the name on the grave. "frank Iero, a loving kid whom will be remembered."  There was a CD with some writing on it, most likely what songs where on it. I kinda wanna see what's on that CD... I walked down the stone path, smack in the middle of the cemetery with many different kinds of stone. 

As soon as i set myself down and rested my head on the side of the stone, I felt another, stronger, gust of air. This time i dismissed it as a cold day. I took the cd and examined words in semi-neat handwriting: 1. Violence 2. Sewerwolf  3. Losing my religion 4. Record ender 5. -  it seemed like the playlist was supposed to go on with more songs, but ill take what i can get. I took my compact CD player and my earplugs and began listening. It sounded like nothing I've ever heard before, (seemingly,) franks voice was beautiful. I pulled out my sketchpad, permanently inside my pocket, and flipped to a new page. I made a outline of a guitar, and slowly added more details. I added "PANSY" in a curved line on the side of it. After a few loops of the songs i started to sing along. I put my sketch down for a moment and just... sang. I hadn't done that in a while, not worrying about the atmosphere around me and just be free for a bit. All to quickly I felt like i was being watched. So, i opened my eyes to see a boy looking at me with hazel orbs. I scanned his face, finding a lip ring that he was poking with his tongue every now and then, a slight smile, and soft, pinkish lips.

"Hello, lovely" he said softly to me. God i liked his voice. Gerard. Stop being so gay. "Oh? Well, i am gay too." He chuckled lightly. "I said that out loud? Shit." I squeaked. "That's quite alright." He sat down next to me.