Love and Hate (Gerard Way Love Story)

Fronkeh!

Vy's POV:

"Its nothing. You were just holding to tight, that's it." I put my poker face on and bullshit lie to his face. As much as I hate to lie to friends, I just can't tell him about it. "Kay. Lets go!" Frank squeals like a two year old on crack, damn. "Yeah." I walk off with him, Maura right besides me. About 12 minutes later we end p to a house, near mine.

It looks familiar, but I can't place it. Frank walks right in the door and shouts. "HEY MOM! I BROUGHT MY TWO NEW FRIENDS HOME!" How does his house look familiar? "Hey Mar-mar?" I poke her on her upper arm. "Yeah." She truns to face me. "Does this place seem familiar to you?" I ask. "Yeah, I don't know how though." She shrugs. "Wait! I think I know!" She gives me a questioning look, but I dismiss it. I take off my locket, open it up and take a better look at the picture with Mikey, Mar, Gee and me. How the fuck did I miss them! In the background are Frankie, Ray, and Bob making funn faces at us. "This. In the background." I show her the picture.

"Holy fuck! I remember, we beat the shit out of the guys afterwards." She starts laughing at the memory and I join in. "Whats so funny?" Frankie asks. Oh shit, I forgot he was there. "Umm, look at this." I show him the picture in my licket. "Oh yeah, wait why do you have that picture?" He asks. "Look at the girl next to Gerard. The one with the brown hair up in a high pony tail, wearing an incredibly baggy Metalica shirt? Now look at me." I point to me on in photo. "Vy? Damn, your not what I thought you'd turn out to be." He pulls me into a hug. "What do you mean?" I pull out of the hug and glare at him accusingly.

"I thought that you would want girlfriends. So I thought that you would end up as a whore." He says guilty. "Fuck you. You should know me better." I shake my head. "So Frankie, tell me about you." Maura says. "Only if you guys tell me about your self's too." He smiles. "Deal." I say.

For about 2 hours we talk and catch up. Apparently Frankie plays guitar and has the exact same taste in music as Maura and me. Ray plays guitar, Mikey plays bass, Bob is a drummer, and Gerard is an artist. That doesn't surprise me; Gerard has always had talent for art. The guys like the same music we do, and have had the same problems in school we do. That just fucking sucks, people shouldn't be treated like that. I mean we did nothing; people just started judging us for how we look. I've had to go to the hospital because the daily beatings got so bad, same with Maura.

I don't tell Frankie about the beatings or anything about our old school. I just can't have people worrying about me; Maura is with me on this. "So do you guys play any instruments?" Frankie asks again, yeah I zoned out again. I have got to stop that, damn I mess up so much from zoning out. "I play bass, Vy plays guitar and sings!" She says. "SHUT UP!" I tackle her to the ground and cover her face messily with my hands.

"You sing? That's cool! Can I hear?" Frankie squeals like a 2 year old on crack. Well something's don't change. "I don't sing anymore. Well at least publicly. So, tell me about the guys, and yours, relationship status!" I get up off the floor and help Mar-Mar up as I speak. "Well, Mikey has a girlfriend, Alicia. Bobbert says that he has one, but I think she's imaginary. Ray and me are single. Gerard has a girlfriend, Lyn-z" He says

Well, now I know how he feels. God, this is what I get from leaving my heart with a dude. It gets crushed into a million pieces. "I think you guys will like Alicia and Lyn-z! Their just like you." He seems completely oblivious to the fact that I'm hurt. "Well, I got to go. I'm stressed right now from the move. Bye Frankie." I wave to him and Mar-Mar as I walk out the door.

Frank's POV:

"Well I got to go. I'm stressed right now from the move. Bye Frankie." Vy waves to Mar-Mar and me as she walks out the door. "You know Frankie, your a huge fucking idiot." Maura sighs. "What do you ever mean?" I ask in a posh voice, well as posh as I can go. Lets face it, I sound like a 2 year old that does crack every fucking day.

"She likes Gerard. You were so fucking oblivious to the fact that she's heartbroken and more importantly mad." Oh crap. I had no fucking clue that she liked Gee, how could I be so oblivious. I am an idiot. Wait, mad? "Why is her being mad a bad thing?" I ask. "She has rage issues. Now come on, lets go get her before she does something stupid." She grabs my wrist and pulls me out of my house.

We walk down the street and in a matter of a couple minutes we're at her house. I hear the sound of a guitar being violently shredded. Maura starts sprinting up to the house and kicks open the door. Same old Maura, always kicking stuff. I quickly follow her into the house and downstairs. The farther we go into the house the louder the shredding gets, it's as if she can hear us over the guitar.

 Right before we open Vy's door, the shredding turns from random to an indepth complicated violent, but perfectly planned guitar piece. Damn, she's good, she has to teach me how to play like that. "Oh fuck, not again." Maura mumbles. Well, not really mumbles, but that whats it sounds like over the guitar. Really she's screaming.

"SERIOUSLY! YOU SAID THAT YOUR RECOVERING!" Maura comes from behind me and pushes me into the door, thus breaking it down. I'm not that fat am I? Awe.... I am aren't I... 

I look up and the scene before me shocks me. It's not surprising, but it shocks me.