Dead!

How... Cliché?

~20 years later~

"Gerard, grab that box and take it to the kitchen, yeah? Then come back and get the bathroom stuff," Mom ordered me. I groaned and picked up the box full of glass plates and bowls. Now, being me, the scrawny, pale, 17 year old that I am, I'm not strong. At all. So of course, I struggle to get the box inside. Without Dad or Mikey's help. Wow, thanks, Sketchass. I managed to make it to the kitchen without breaking anything. I set the box down and sighed heavily, leaning against the counter, trying to regain my strength.

"Gerard! Come get this box!" I rolled my eyes and walked to the bathroom box that was sitting in front of the door. I walked up the creaky old stairs. This house was weird. Weird as in creepy. Creepy as in... I feel like I'm being watched.

-Frank's P.O.V.-

20 years.

20 years ago, I committed suicide by jumping in front of a truck. That very next day, mom got very emotional and started drinking alot. I mean, ALOT. To the point she would pass out at 3:30 PM and wake up the next morning at 2:00PM. Then dad started smoking again. Chain smoking. Three packs a day. Dad quit smoking 3 years after I was born. Then, the alcohol and cigarettes caught up to them. 12 years after my death, mom passed from alcohol poisoning and dad died from lung cancer.

So now its just me. I stay at my old house. Well, I dont stay there, since I'm a ghost, I can't sleep. But I can do really awesome stuff. I can walk through walls, if I really tried. The first time I tried, I ended up busting my shit. I can make myself disappear and reappear, I can possess someone to do whatever i want, and I can walk through PEOPLE. There are many advantages to being a ghost.

Anyways, I basically stay at my old house. No one has loved in it since mom and dad died, because they believe its haunted. And, they were right. I am haunting it. But i don't try to. When people come in for a hiding place to smoke something, that, I don't know. Its green, though, and they put it in this tube thing with water and light the green stuff. I dont know, its really weird. But when they come in, I try to talk to them, but it comes out as a whisper, so they get scared and run.

So I've been all alone, wearily floating around this big empty house, haunting it.

That is until i heard the door open. I rush down the stairs to the front door and see a boy, with black shoulder length hair and hazel eyes. He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He was struggling to carry a box someone. Wait, is he moving in here? He walked past me and my eyes followed him to the kitchen. He bent down to put the box down and his skinny jeans rid down, revealing the crack of his ass. Why wasn't he wearing underwear?

He leaned against the counter and sighed. He looked worn out. "Gerard! Come get this box!" So his name was Gerard? Huh, cute. It fits him.

Gerard rolled his eyes and pushed off of the counter and walked to the box, picking it up and carrying it upstairs. I decided to leave the house. I put my feet on the ground and walked outside. I'll just wait until he comes back out and introduce myself! I'll pretend I'm a neighbor! Jesus, Frank, you're a fucking genius.

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-Gerard's P.O.V.-

Finally, after 3 agonizingly long hours, we were finished unpacking. I decided to walk outside and get a feel for the new neighborhood. I grabbed my jacket and slipped on my shoes. I ran downstairs, yelling to mom that I'll be right back, and head out the door. I shoved my hands in my pockets after pulling my hood up because it was cold as fuck. I walked down the steps and bumped in to someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!" He was a small kid, 15 or 16 at the most. He had black hair and green mixed with brown eyes.

"Oh no, its my fault, I wasn't paying any attention. My name is Gerard. Gerard Way," I extended my hand for him to shake. He gladly accepted it.

"The names Frank Iero. You can call me Frankie, though." He giggled and winked. God, his giggle was adorable. I smiled softly.

"Nice to meet you, Frank," I said, still grinning like and idiot. "So do you live around here? I mean, in this neighborhood. Like, in these houses," Woah there Barney Stinson, that was smooth. Frank just giggled again and nodded.

"Yeah, actually, I do. That was cheesy and cute at the same time. I like it," he grinned and winked and I immediately felt my face heat up. I looked down at my shoes, hiding the. Blush.

"So you're new to the area?" He asked, thankfully breaking the very awkward silence. I shot my head up and smiled.

"Yeah, I am. I live right... well, right here." I said, pointing at my house. He nodded.

"Well, do you want me to show you around the neighborhood?"

"Uh... sure. I have no where else to be!" He laughed and we started walking.

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We walked for an hour, then came back to my house.

"Thanks for showing me around, Frank," I said, "I had fun."

"Uh, yeah! Its no problem! I should head home now..." He faded off, as if wanting me to invite him inside.

"Frank, would you like to come inside?" I said, grinning in hopes that he'd say yes. And boy, was I right. His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Yeah, I'd love to!" He said and grabbed my arm. I led him inside, and took him to the living room.

"Mom, Dad, Mikey, this is Frank," I said, pulling Frank to my side. "Frank Iero!"

"Iero? Frank Iero? Your mom, Linda, right?" Mom asked and immediately I felt Frank tense up. Weird.

"U-uh y-yes ma'am, s-she is," He stuttered. "But s-she died 7 years ago..." He said quietly.

"I heard their son committed suicide 20 years ago at the age of 18. His name was Frank."

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Heyo! Very short chapter, I know and I am very sorry. I just don't have enough tome because I have my orchestra concert in 10 minutes. XoxoSatan