The End. ~Frerard~

a really long backstory (Pt.2)

"you're a liar Frank" Gerard said storming off. Frank sat there dumbfounded for a few seconds until he decided he should go after Gerard.

"no i'm not! why would i lie?" Frank exclaimed scurrying after the elder.

"to think i believed you! i even let you shower in my cabin!" Gerard turned and began yelling at Franks face.

"what is that supposed to mean?" Frank asked as he came to stop in front of Gerard.

"what it means Frank is that i shouldn't have cared for you. i shouldn't have believed you or gotten attached. i shouldn't have liked what you did at the store. i shouldn't have told Bert to let you stay with me. that's what it means Frank." Gerard spat and began to walk off.

"you like what i did at the- Gerard you what?!" Frank yelled.

"nothing Frank! it's all in the past now!" Gerard slammed his door just as Frank climbed the stairs to the porch.

"give him time." a voice said.

"give him ti- why would i give him time? i tried to explain something to him and this is the thanks i get?"

"Frank stop." the person said. Frank turned to face him.

"oh it's Urie." he said looking him up and down. "yknow, Ryan misses you. he won't stop talking about you." Frank said crossing his arms.

"you know Ryan?" Frank snorted.

"everyone knows Ryan." Brendons eyes went wide and so did Franks. "wait no! not like that!" Frank exclaimed. "he gets around that's all."

"he wHat?"

"nO NOT LIKE THAT EITHER! HES VERY SOCIAL!"  Brendon nodded unsure.

"okay Frank..." he said looking away from the shorter one. Frank cleared his throat.

"Ryan misses you a lot. he tells me all the time. he has a picture of you guys together. he takes it everywhere. he really loves you Brendon." Frank said solemnly. Brendon looked back at Frank. "i would've brought him with me if i wasn't, y'know, dragged here against my will." Brendon chuckled. "he um, he says he's sorry for lying about saying that he's with the elites. he just didn't want you to worry, that's all." Brendon nodded.

"i know," he sighed, "i didn't really believe that he'd get into the elites. he's too soft, isn't very mature and the only thing he's really good at is playing guitar and english. that's really about it," he chuckled. "no offense of course." Frank shook his head smiling.

"none taken,"

"walk with me," Brendon stated and began to walk slowly. Frank followed close behind. "what did you tell Gee that caused him to blow up?" he asked calmly, pulling out a cigarette.

"he wanted to know how i knew him and i told him and he called me a liar and said that he shouldn't have gotten attached," Frank said focusing on his shoes. "attached to me that is," he said tilting his head to the side. Brendon only nodded and offered Frank a cigarette to which Frank declined.

"and how do you know him?" Brendon asked lighting his cigarette. Frank hesitated.

"we were childhood friends," he muttered. "we fucking were friends," he scoffed.

"well how is it that you remember and he doesn't?" Brendon asked.

"the same reason you remember Ryan but not your mother." Frank responded. Brendon stopped for a second and thought. he then pushed Frank into his cabin and shut the door behind them.

"who really are you Frank?" Frank only sighed.

"my name is Frank Anthony Iero, Jr. i was born October 31, 1981 in Belleville, New Jersey. i moved in next to Gerard when i was 5 and we became friends. i was taken from my family when i was 18 and thrown into an asylum and waited to be killed. i escaped with Ryan and we've been hiding out ever since. where were we hiding? i cant tell you. that's all there is to know." Frank recited as if it's the only thing he's said all his life. "anything else?" he asked.

"why do you remember Gerard but he doesn't remember you?"

"like i said, the same reason you remember Ryan but not-"

"okay yes i got that but why?" Frank sighed.

"i'll tell you and Gerard at the same time. i don't wanna repeat the same thing multiple times." Brendon nodded and grabbed Franks wrist. "okay ?" Frank said as he followed Brendon.

Brendon led them back to Gerards cabin and pushed the door open. Gerard was on his bed with a sketchbook open.

"wOAH HELLO!" he exclaimed as he as he shut his notebook and threw it in the open drawer. "yes please come inside," he said sarcastically and closed the drawer as Brendon closed the door.

"Frank, Gerard. Gerard, Frank. and i'm Brendon but we know that. blah blah blah formalities whatever, how do you know Gee? oh that's crazy! you know Ryan?! wow no way! now tell me," Brendon said throwing Frank onto Gerards bed and leaned against the wall. "why don't we remember?" Brendon said squinting his eyes.

"okay relax forehead man." Frank said laughing.

"he knows Ryan?!" Gerard asked Brendon.

"fucking apparently but he won't tell me how he knows him." Brendon scoffed.

"okay no no," Frank said standing up. "i told you how we know each other, just not why you don't remember anyone else."

"well you told our dear friend Gerard and he didn't believe you and you said you'd tell me if i got all of us together so please, Frankie," Frank blushed at the name which he knows he shouldn't have. only Gerard could call him that. "work some magic. tell me why i don't remember my mother and Gerard doesn't remember you." Brendon pushed Frank back to the bed.

"you aren't gonna believe me."

"try me."