Frerard oneshots

Forever

~• This is a story of Frank and Gerard's life being explained by Frank, it's a bit sad. I hope you enjoy it my lovelies -Bee🐝✨•~

Before we met I was a lowlife at school, getting called hateful slurs back to back, being beat up daily, I wanted to die I really did. I had accepted the fact that I was a nobody named Frank Iero.

Before we met, you, you were barley hanging on, wanting to end it all, your grandma had passed, your little brother was taken by your mom after your parents divorced, your dad beat you, along with the bullies at school. You were also a nobody, but you were named Gerard Way.

When we met I was walking out of my last period class, I saw you, you were on the floor crying, and bruising. I helped you up and took you to the bathroom, cleaning your wounds and walking you to your house making sure you didn't get jumped while you were walking home.

When we met you, you, told me that no one had ever done that that wasn't your family. I was glad to be the first. You kissed my cheek and opened your front door walking inside smiling shyly at me before closing the door.

After we met I developed a crush on you. I never knew how you felt. I was always a nervous wreck around you. I think you caught on.

After we met you too soon developed a crush on me, you were just as nervous around me as I was around you. You caught on because you had your hopes up and those hopes predicted the future.

I was the one to confess. You said you shared the same feelings. I was the happiest I had been in years.

When I took you on a date you would fiddle with your fingers nervously and giggle at any bad or good joke I said, after dinner I took you by a lake and we watched the stars. I looked at you, you were in complete awe staring at the beautiful night sky. It was nothing compared to you though. Your hazel eyes glistening in the moonlight. Your hair was clipped to the side by a hair barrette. You were wearing a long black flowy skirt and a smashing pumpkins shirt. You had on combat boots. You looked beautiful, truly beautiful. The moon shining on your pale skin. We were teenagers and had the most fun I've had, ever.

When we shared our first kiss I was on cloud nine, I knew you were too.

We dated for a few years, we were in love, I've never felt so strongly about someone till I met you. You made my heart flutter by the smallest giggle, or even the smallest smile, I really couldn't get over how into you I was.

When I proposed to you, you eyes were watering, you were so excited, you were crying and could barely form words so you just nodded. I kissed you I was the happiest man alive, you were just as happy as I was, maybe even a little more happier than I was.

You and Mikey had gotten back in touch, you met his boyfriend, Pete, you approved of Pete like Mikey had approved of me. When he heard the news that you were engaged he jumped around squealing like a teenage girl. Pete and I became good friends. He told me that he loved Mikey because of how much he was unlike Pete.

Mikey was your best man, Pete was mine. When I saw you walk down that isle so many emotions took over me, you looked stunning, I felt like I was a teenager again when we kissed, afterwards we had cake danced and just had a great time. Your mom was crying at our wedding, mine was too. Most of my family was there, I had a big family, they were all happy for me. They were happy that I finally found my happiness, my happiness was you.

Mikey and Pete eventually got married too. They settled down in a small town in Jersey, not too far from our home town but far enough that it made them happy.

We moved close to them. After our honeymoon we enjoyed our life, we raised a family, three girls and a boy, Bandit, Cherry, Lily, and Miles. It was a handful but we enjoyed every second of it. We watched them grow up, become teenagers, graduate high school, we watched them go to college. I walked our daughters down the isle you watched from the seats in the church, you were crying, you were so overjoyed that they found someone to love and be happy with. At our son's wedding you also cried, for the same reason you did the girls. You were there when our first daughter, Bandit, had her first child. You cried when we got to hold the baby. I did too. And the same happened for the rest of them. We retired and moved into a smaller house.

We grew old together, we enjoyed our young lives and now it was time to enjoy our last years alive and together.

When you got sick I tried everything to help you, our kids came and visited us helping take care of you.

When you passed I was heartbroken, I knew that the day would come but I still wasn't ready, I was right by your side, holding your hand as you took your last breath.

I was a mess at your memorial. It was hard having to believe the fact that I wouldn't have someone to wake up next to, to share coffee with in the mornings, to watch the sunset with.

The kids moved closer to me so they could be there for me. I got sick eventually too. The kids did everything they could to spend time with me in my last few months, because the didn't spend much time with you.

And as I was on the hospital bed everyone I ever loved around me, except for you, before I took my last breath I told everyone to carry our memory on and not let the passing of us both bring them down. And as I took my last breath I knew I would see you soon.

And as my life flashed before my eyes, I was happy with what I saw. I would of never of thought I would be happy watching my own life flash before my eyes.

When I opened my eyes I was young again. Then I saw you. And I took your hand, we walked, we didn't know where we we're going but it wasn't important because I was with you and you were with me

Forever.

~•I really like this, I think it's beautiful and better than any other oneshot I've written in my opinion. Well have a great week and see you later. -Bee🐝✨•~