The World is Ugly (but you're beautiful to me)

Mutual

I do not own My Chemical Romance or any of the members. If I did I would not be wasting my time writing FanFiction alone in my room. I only own the plot.

A/N: Okay so, this is my first fic, and I know it's not gonna be great. Con-crit is accepted, but please be polite about it. Open to any correction on grammatical errors. Thanks, and try to enjoy! ;D

~ Anti-SocialButterfly

Third Person, Limited:

Gerard Way had been called every name in the book. Emo, Fag, Pansy, etc. But he didn't care. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Plus, some of them were true, though a bit more harsh. He was, in fact, gay, as well as a pacifist. He didn't adhere to labels. He had all he needed. Loving parents, kick-ass friends, one unicorn-believing little brother, and his art. He was content.

He also had a bit of a crush..

Frank Iero. His little brother Mikey's best friend. Though he was a tad younger, Frank was 15 and Gerard was 17, he couldn't help his attraction. I mean, if you'd seen him, you might've died instantly upon his perfection. He was also the nicest guy you'd ever meet. Always there to console you. And his eyes, deep Hazel, were mesmerizing. As if you'd fall into them if you got too close. And the way he called Gerard by that nickname, "Gee." Basically, Frank was perfection.

He'd never know how Gerard really felt.

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Frank's POV:

No one knew I was Bisexual, except Mikey, of course. Mikey and I were like "Peas and Carrots" to quote Forrest Gump. I told him everything, and vice versa. I had even told him I had a bit of a crush on his brother, Gerard, or "Gee" as I call him. Mikey had promised that he would never tell Gee, since as far as I know, he's straight, though he hasn't had a girlfriend. But a man can dream can't he?

That's all he is, a dream.

"Don't get your hopes up, Frankie." I hear Mikes say in the back of my mind.

"Oh, shut up." I mutter to myself.

I decide to go to the Way's house. I like it better over there anyway, what with my best friend and fantasy boyfriend living there. Donna and Donald know me well, so I walk in the house and up to Mikey's room.

He turns and looks at me.

"Dude, what th-" He pauses.

"Nevermind. What's up Frankie?"

"Nothing much, just bored." I reply.

"Where's Gee?"

"Why? so you can 'fantasize' about him?" He mocks.

"No. Shut up." I say guiltily.

"Mm hm. Thought so." He winks at me.

"He's down at the coffee shop with Ray, if you must know." He admits.

"Thanks, Mikes." I say, grabbing my coat and heading down the stairs to the door. But he's already zoned into his music.

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I get to the coffee shop and see Gee and Ray through the window. I walk in and order, then take a seat next to Gee, who's sitting opposite Ray in the booth.

"Sup, Gee?" I ask, then turn to smile at Ray.

He looks up, surprised. He must not have seen me come in.

"Oh, hey Frankie!" He blushes.

Wait. did he jus- he DID. He Fucking

BLUSHED.

CALM DOWN FRANK.

"What'cha up to?" I question.

"Oh, nothing really," he says. "Just random friendly conversation."

"Cool beans." I say plainly.

Somehow we managed to get onto the topic of sunblock, and kept talking until the conversation had shifted to pie. By then, we had finished multiple coffees, and were headed our separate ways.

****

When I got home, I decided to text Mikes. I had nothing better to do anyway, and I wondered why Gee blushed at me, and thought he could help.

"Hey Mikes. I know you tell me not to get my hopes up about Gee, but he blushed when I came up to him earlier. I know it's small, but there's hope that he 'likes' me right?" Send.

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Gee's POV:

When I get home, all I can do is think about Frank. Damn he's perfect. I walk upstairs and notice Mikes is in the shower.

"Dammit Mikes, I wanted to take a shower!" I yell through the barroom door.

"You snooze, ya lose, Bro!" He yells back.

I sit on the couch to watch some TV. I've got to get my mind off of Frank.

I feel something vibrate between the cushions. I reach down and pull Mikey's phone from the couch. Damn Mikey, always losing things.

I glance at the phone.

[1 new message from: Frank]

I sneak a peak at the message, then I can't stop myself from reading the whole thing. My jaw drops and so does the phone as I finish up the message.

"-but there's hope that he 'likes' me right?"

I glance at the clock. 11:26.

It's not too late.

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I arrive at Franks house at 11:32.

He only lives down the street.

I find his window, and climb the tree that rests just outside it. I tap the glass a few times, and a startled Frankie appears.

"Gee, what the Hell?" He laughs.

"Oh, just let me in, Frankie." I reply from just outside the window.

He opens the window and I slide in.

"Now what'd you come over here for?" Frank questions, raising an eyebrow.

"To do this." I say quickly. And before either of us knows it, my lips are pressed to his. He seems surprised, but doesn't deny it. He begins to kiss back with force, showing me that he wanted this as bad as I did.

We pull away and look into each other's Hazel eyes before he says,

"But how did you-"

I peck his lips and smile.

"That's not important, Frankie."

Then I climb out the window and run down the street to my house.

I really just did that.

That really. Just. Happened

*fangirls*

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A/N: Ahh! I'm sorry it sucks. Tips? Hopefully it will get better. Will update soon. Love y'all!

~ Anti-SocialButterfly