Emo Soulmate AUs

Pebbled Beaches Are Beaches - Frerard

Frank Iero had to remind himself that it was okay to be sad.

Orange streaks filled the sky like marks on a child's painting as he stood in the shallow water.  In his dark hair resided a pastel clip, keeping his vision clear of any potentially rebelling hairs.  Held tightly in his right hand was his black and white converse, the white cotton socks he had been wearing underneath tucked neatly inside each shoe.  Although already uncomfortably tight at the best of times, Frank had rolled up the legs of his skinny jeans to his knees revealing his hairy calves and his soulmark.

Everyone is born with a soulmark somewhere on their body; the first thing your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your skin.  Most people had a generic sentence like, 'hey' or 'excuse me' but Frank was different. Upon discovering what his soulmark says, most people turned to teasing, making fun of him for something he couldn't control.

Underneath his feet, the slimy concrete assaulted his senses, not only feeling like he was standing in a pile of mud but also smelling like a thousand people had been dead in a room for a week.  In the distance, Frank could see the faint outlines of birds souring free in the coloured sky as the sun ran her fingers over everything in her reach as she dipped out of view behind the horizon.

Suddenly, Frank was torn from his thoughts by a voice behind him.  The voice was low, obviously an older male voice, and gentle against the previous silence. 

"He silently wondered if it could still be considered a beach if it was sandless," the voice stated, calm and carrying a certain level of authority that made Frank retract into himself slightly.

His fingers tightened on his shoes as he turned to face the owner of the mysterious voice.  Standing there, bathed in the artificial amber glow that was radiating from the street light above him, was a tall man dressed in a slightly unbuttoned pitch black shirt that contrasted against his pale skin tone and a pair of matching black trousers.  Framing his eyes were a pair of thin wired rounded glasses that were slowly slipping down his nose. Above his eyes, a few strands of hair fell from his obviously styled trim, the pure white colour suggesting that it was dyed and well cared for.  On his feet he wore a pair of black and white van without any socks visible. All in all, he was a fairly attractive and stylish guy. 

A fairly attractive and stylish who had word for word recited the sentence branded onto the back of Frank's calf.

Stumbling over his words, Frank managed to cough out a response after a brief period of hesitation.

"Pebbled beaches are beaches?" he said, his voice unsure and his words coming out as more of a question than he had originally intended them to. 

Not that he intended to respond with anything to do with pebbled beaches.   Luckily, the tall stranger didn't seem to mind, instead walking forwards slightly to take a seat on the low wall that separated the water from the pathway.  He sat with his feet away from the water but angled his body to face Frank. Unsure as to how to react, Frank nervously moved to join the man on the wall, sitting in a similar fashion with his feet still submerged in the grimy middle-of-the-city river water.

"Fair point," the stylish stranger announced, interrupting the awkward silence that had descended upon the two like an unexpected cloud of fog. "Gerard Way."

Confidently, the stranger held out a hand for Frank to shake, revealing a mark on his forearm that read, 'pebbled beaches are beaches'.  Frank was unable to hide the smile that was growing on his face as he re-read the words imprinted on Gerard's arm, not that there was really any confusion since it's not every day someone you've never spoken to before commentates you pondering what makes a beach a beach.

Surprisingly, both to himself as to the other involved, Frank ignored the outstretched hand instead pulling Gerard into a tight hug.  At first, the hug was awkward, the taller man obviously not sure how to respond, but after a couple of seconds he relaxed wrapping his arms around Frank'a shoulders and hugging back.  As subtly as he could, the dark haired boy inhaled deeply, thoroughly enjoying the natural smell of pine trees and cut grass that Gerard carried on him.

Frank Iero was glad that he had reminded himself that it was okay to be sad; he had finally found his reason to be happy.

Hi!  I originally wrote this for my English language GCSE final assessment but it was heavily inspired by my original concept for this au.  I didn't want to change it too much because I really liked how it was - all I did was change the names and the skin colour for Gerard - hence why Frank's tattoos are not there.
Also sorry it's shorter, I wrote it in 45 mins (because it was a timed assignment).

Bye!