not to sound preachy but i wanted to publicly say thank you for all the support on my new fic - it means a lot <3
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Frank's first crush had been in the middle of third grade.
He'd come home smiley and giggly and lovesick. Naturally his parents had noticed during dinner, and Frank will never forget his father's words when Frank had admitted to him he was attracted to some 'girl' in his grade, but unsure as to what it meant. Frank figured the memory resonated with him because his father had said them with an arm around his mother's shoulders - which was funnily enough the last time Frank ever saw him do that.
"Attraction, huh? Well that's easy, bud." He'd said to a wide-eyed Frank. "Attraction is a magnet. It's that thought inside your head that says; "There's something about this..." You gravitate towards this extraordinary thing that has captured your attention, and the more you're exposed to it, the more you learn about it. It may bloom into something more, or you'll just lose interest and go find something else to be attracted to..."
Frank remembered himself nodding and watching his father kiss his mother's cheek, clearly unaware of the strain behind his father's eyes.
But with the image of his father speaking around their happy dinner table, Frank felt himself start to-
Frank's eyes flung open faster than a cat reacting to ice-water.
They opened so wide each iris formed a perfect orb of rusty chocolate, and after a second or two his head turned to the side like a Halloween dummy, mouth slackened and a beyond painful ache settling over his head.
He groaned and attempted to sit up.
He had found himself laid down on the middle of a sidewalk, his head feeling like he'd stuck it in an oven until it overcooked. Frank's lips felt somewhat fuzzy, his confusion spiking as he touched them with his fingertips - suddenly remembering where he was - and what had happened.
Gerard had kissed him.
If even for a few seconds, Gerard had pressed his lips against Frank's... and the more Frank envisioned it, the more Frank lost the color from his face. It was as if his heart had suddenly stopped beating and all his blood had run down into his beat up shoes. That had to mean he also liked Frank, right? It had to - oh fuck, Frank felt everything spin again. Honestly the only thing that kept him conscious that moment was his fucking mind reminding him that fuck, he'd passed out right in front of Gerard's house.
What if Gerard saw him? What if his parents had?
He must have looked like he was fucking murdered - or worse, it could have looked like Frank was taking a nap on the sidewalk of a rich-people neighbourhood. The thought seemed to act like a catalyst for Frank's embarrassment, and he groaned as he rubbed his head, his cheeks turning cherry red.
After running a hand down his face he decided to scramble back to his feet, shuffling to open his schoolbag and take a small bottle of water out that Patty had given him before PE. He took a small swig of it and put it back before swallowing hard.
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Fanfic❝ it's all for you everything i do ❞ Frank Iero was a loser. There simply was no other way to put it. He only had four friends, one of which was his dog, Todo, and an ass of a stepbrother. He had nothing going for him- he was generic, quiet, and...
