Demolition Lovers (Frerard/Ferard)

DL 1: Pretty Things and Cute Sociopaths

There aren't many things much worse than having a growing crush on a straight boy. That is, of course, unless the straight boy happens to be none other than Frank Iero.

Gerard has tried everything he possibly could to try and forget about him: girls, parties, alcohol. But, really, nothing really seems to have worked, and maybe nothing ever will.

There is nobody more dangerous than the unidentified homicidal, suicidal, sociopath they call Frank Iero.

And Gerard Way is the only one who knows his dirty little secret.

And, really, Frank would kill him if he ever discovered that Gerard knew.

Even in the grand scheme of things, Gerard notices everything about Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr.

Gerard is extremely intelligent.

Gerard notices the way Frank's hair frames his face perfectly like the picturesque artwork it is, and the way a small curl often forms against his cheek. He notices the golden flecks and swirls of green that feebly attempt to cover the pain quite undeniably there in his eyes. He can see the way Frank's beauty is able to cover and distract from his sorrow like some twisted tale of a romance written by some obscure poet never before heard of. Gerard can see behind the cold-hearted serial-killer that smirks as he takes blades to throats and Gerard can see the dilapidated ruins of a person behind Frank's mask.

Gerard sees the good in people, and I guess that's a quality we could all benefit greatly from having really. It's purely something we lack, a trait that could quite possibly lead us to a false sense of security, but humans are far too selfish and violent to even consider peace long enough for it to become reality.

Gerard can see that Frank just needs someone.

What Gerard can't see, however, is that person just so happens to be him.

Frank thinks Gerard is pretty. Gerard can't see that, either.

Frank likes pretty things.

He likes to make them bleed, crying and pleading desperately in pain as he dismantles them piece by piece. Where's the fun in killing someone and hiding the body, anyway? He likes things a little more "interesting."

Young Frankie isn't your average high-school rebel, he is so much more than that. He used to get bullied, you know? Since the June of last year, anyone who dared to bully him just disappeared. Gerard knows why; he has seen it happen firsthand, though luckily not to him.

Belleville's inhabitants are quickly becoming suspicious of the increasing number of vanishing people, because, really, life isn't some kind of magic show, but maybe it would be easier if it was.

Somehow, nobody seems to suspect Frank quite yet. Nobody really seems to notice he's there for the majority of the time. I guess that's one positive of him being the 'alone, back corner of the class' kid.

Gerard notices Frank, though.

Gerard notices everything.

And Frank began to notice Gerard once he saw him being pinned up against a wall by none other than Jimmy Urine.

"Where do you think you're going, fag?" Enquires Jimmy, his hand against Gerard's neck in a way that may just kill him if he keeps it there any longer.

And right at this moment, Gerard's sketch book fell from his grasp and, boy, he was screwed. He would normally be glad for the presence of Frank, but this time, he just thinks it makes the entire situation one hundred times worse. And, really, he isn't wrong, not at all. The aforementioned sketchbook just so happened to fall open on a rather new sketch of Frank, and, as if it couldn't get any worse, he was standing right behind Jimmy.

The sketch was accurate, but far too much so. Frank was featured with his 'favourite,' or so he deems it, knife pressed against someone's throat. That someone being Gerard, in particular. It's not as if you could see his face, but you could simply tell that it was him.

Frank's jaw seemed to fall slack before he corrected his posture and sent his fist flying straight into the side of Jimmy's face, "Stay the fuck away from him, okay?" And all Jimmy was able to reply with was a curt nod before standing up and walking away in silence.

Whether or not he actually would is a different story, but that notion suddenly slips into something far less important for Gerard to consider than this very moment.

In any ordinary romance novel, Frank would save Gerard because he likes him, then they would kiss and 'live happily ever after'.

But this isn't 'any ordinary romance novel.'

You see, the only reason Frank wants Jimmy to leave Gerard alone is so that he can kill him himself, but, of course, Gerard doesn't know this. Gerard has no idea.

He's already had enough ideas, and sometimes, he doesn't know things, remember?

"Thanks, Frank, I-" "Don't 'Thanks, Frank,' me. What's that drawing about? Why the fuck would you even draw something like that?" And the sweat was practically dripping off Frank's forehead by now, but he daren't admit it, not even to himself.

"I, uh-"

But now, Gerard was really in for it, although he couldn't really care less. He didn't want to be here anyway. Why would he want to live in a world like this? The only reason he was actually still a breathing monstrosity of tangled thoughts and ideas he couldn't quite fathom into anything reasonable was simply because of Frank. Frank is all he has, all he had. And it's sad, really, because he never really had Frank, either. He never really had anyone, but that's how it's always been, and that's supposedly why Gerard appeared to not mind at all.

Being stunned into silence wasn't exactly what Gerard appreciated right now because it may simply decrease his life expectancy further.

And Gerard simply appeared to give up his own life right now all in return for a conversation with Frank Iero, because there was nothing he wanted more in that very moment. Not only was Gerard so hopelessly infatuated with him, but Frank never spoke to anyone, and he felt that maybe it was a true honor to break Frank's silence.

His voice drops to a hushed whisper despite the lack of human presence in the halls,"I-I know, Frank. I know everything. I have for, well, a while. Months, in fact. I- p-please don't-"

"I'm not going to do anything quite simply because you look so fucking pretty right now. I'm not going to do anything because I think this is fucking cute," Franks says, gesturing to the page in Gerard's sketchbook with various cartoon versions of themselves and notes such as 'F+G' and 'Gerard Iero', "And I'm not going to do anything because we are standing in the middle of the school fucking corridor. But if you dare say a fucking word to anyone, Gerard Way, I will not hesitate to slit your fucking throat. Clear?"

And Gerard's incessant nods seemed to be a reasonable enough answer for Frank, because he simply turned on his heel and began to walk away. But before he left the scene completely, Frank looked over his shoulder and left Gerard in awe at the words he spoke.

"Oh, and, Gee, don't you think 'Frank Way' sounds a little better than 'Gerard Iero'?" And left with a wink and without another word.