Bitter and the Sweetness ☥ Frerard

☥ Chapter 2 ☥

The school day went by quicker after Frank's choir class was done, it seemed. And for the rest of that day, Frank didn't see Gerard around at all. He didn't know if he should be more relieved or worried about that.

As soon as Frank got all of his things from his locker, he walked out of the back door of the school and made his way home. The walk from the school to his house took around only five minutes, but on cold wintery days like today, it felt like an eternity.

His shivering frame made it to the doorway of his home as he pulled his key from his coat pocket. With shaky fingers, he unlocked and opened the door as quickly as he could, then went inside, letting out a shaky breath as he was engulfed into the warm atmosphere. His dog, Sweet Pea, was jumping and barking happily at the presence of Frank.

He smiled and kneeled down next to her, and she immediately quieted down, and rubbed her head against the side of his thigh. He put his hand out, which made Sweet Pea move her head from his thigh to his hand, and happily rubbed her cheek against the palm of his hand.

"Hey pretty girl, I missed you today." He said softly, giving her soft pats. He took his hand off from her head and stood up, taking his bag to his room. Since his mom wasn't home yet, he just kept his door open as he changed his clothes.

He pulled off his shirt, looking in the mirror at himself and frowning. He truly hated his body. He hated that he had to wear that damned binder. Yes, it made his chest flat, but it was so uncomfortable. It was constricting, tight, and made it hard to breathe.

"All for a flat chest," he said aloud while shaking his head, "it shouldn't have to be this way."

He sighed, starting to take his binder off. It was always a struggle for him though, due to the lack of stretch the binder possessed. He was breathing heavily as he flung it over his head, finally being able to let himself breathe normally.

Frank was looking in the mirror with disgust and hatred. This wasn't who he was. This wasn't who he should be. But the fact that this was his body, made him hate his existence even more. The fact that his breasts were just a little above average didn't help anything. Maybe if they were below average, it wouldn't be as bad. But God said, "No, let's make things as hard as we can for our dear, Frank Iero!"

He took off his pants next, looking at the Batman boxers he stole from Target when he was with Jamia. He smiled at the memory, but it turned into a sad smile at the thought he had to steal his boxers, because his mother would never buy them for him.

Frank looked around his small and slightly messy room for a shirt. He found a Metallica shirt on his floor and decided it was clean enough. He pulled it over his head and then looked at himself. His shirt was maybe a little bit oversized, as it went all the way to just above mid thigh. But that was normal for him. Normally he would've worn a size small, because of his small frame, but he always got shirts in a medium.

He found a pair of black sweatpants flowing out from his drawer, and pulled them on. He heard the front door open, so he took his binder and shoved it to the back of one of his drawers.

"Frances, you home, honey?" He heard his mom yell and he sighed sadly at the use of his deadname. He would never correct her though, not wanting to provoke yet another fight about his gender.

"Yeah, I'm in my room." He yelled back, walking out of his room to the kitchen where his mom and Sweet Pea were.

"Sweet Pea needs food."

Frank grabbed the little bowl and brought it to the back room where the dog food was, with Sweet Pea following him excitedly. He filled the bowl and brought it back out, setting it back down as his hand was almost attacked by the small dog because of how excited she was to eat.

He went back to his room and shut his door. Frank opened his record player and pulled out one of his favorite vinyls; Born To Die. Lana Del Rey was always one of his favorite artists, from when he was actually a little girl.

The first track started playing softly and he smiled. He turned it up enough to where he wouldn't blow out his speakers too much, but to where he couldn't hear anything going on outside of his room. He moved his clothes out of the way to make a pathway to his bed, and he plopped down, laying on his stomach. Frank opened his phone and logged into his instagram. He looked at his notifications and saw someone followed him. He checked the username and it read, "g.weezy". He clicked on their profile and his eyes widened, it was Gerard.

Gerard Way followed Frank Iero on his most embarrassing instagram account. The account where he talks about how hot band members are to ranting about how his mom hates him for being trans. He thought about removing Gerard, but thought that it wouldn't really do much now that Gerard has probably looked through his profile.

He went back onto his feed and saw he had a message request from Gerard.

The message read,
hey there, frankie (;

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hii !! im super happy with this chapter, more than i am with my other ones, honestly. i tried as hard as i could to make it longer and its crazy how much longer this one is compared to the other. i think this one is around 952? while the other one is like 400 somethin lmao. i started writing it yesterday i think and i wrote the majority of it today in my advisory class lmao. anYway i hope u enjoyed it ! (: xøjasper