Frerard Oneshots

Frank Iero is One Lucky Fucker

Uh yeah

Smut

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Four years. That's how long Frank Iero had been crushing over the cute and shy nerd in his arts and music class. Although, at this point, you could say it was more accurate that Frank was in love with him, rather than just crushing on him. Because hell, it has been four years, crushes don't last that long.

They were two complete different people, Frank was loud and energetic, and he was social and popular. If you were to tell him that Pete Wentz was having a party, and it was three in the fucking morning, he would leave almost everything and come. Even if in most cases it was a school night.

Gerard on the other hand, he was quiet and shy, and was so introverted that even the teachers gave up on having him speak at most classes. He wasn't popular, he was what high schoolers would call a ghost, he just wasn't present.

If you were to call him in the middle of the night, to tell him that Pete Wentz was having a party, he simply wouldn't answer. And it wasn't because he was mean or a jerk, it just that his phone wouldn't ring. Since well, no one would be calling him – no one really knew who he was. Or what his number was.

In reality, if you were to go around Belleville High School, and ask the students or teachers if they knew the name or guy "Gerard Way", ninety eight percent of them would say no. The two percent left being well, Gerard, and quite uselessly, Frank.

If high school was drawn as a food chain, Gerard would most likely be at the bottom. That is, if anyone even remembered to put him on the chain, whereas Frank, he would be somewhere at the top.

He was so quiet, so alone all the time, that people just seemed to forget that he was even there. It wasn't once that he'd finally manage the courage to speak in class, and at least ten surprised faces would turn his way. It wasn't once that after those times at least two of his classmates would come up to him, and suggest to give him – the new student, a tour in the school.

It hurt Gerard, that no matter what he always seemed to be forgotten, and by people who he had been seeing daily for almost ten years by now. But he would always just smile and wave it off, saying that he would figure it out himself.

To Gerard, it seemed, that no one in the whole goddamn school even knew he existed, he was just some ghost hanging around. Barely even the teachers remembered him. But it wasn't true, and Frank wished he had had the courage to tell that to the guy.

It was just so fucking hard – every time Frank would look at him, and try to muster up the will to talk to him, he would walk two steps before his brain would giggle nervously and say "nope motherfucker" and he'd turn around, looking like a complete idiot.

Four years, that's how long Frank Iero had been crushing on Gerard Way. They were both eleven when Frank had first noticed him. Gerard had come into class late, he was wearing a big black hoodie that almost reached his knees, and he had a large sticker on it that said: "I got braces today!"

He was grinning shyly – it was the cutest thing Frank had ever seen in his short lived life, and he had a puppy.

Frank, he was already grinning into his hand when he saw the shiny little braces on Gerard's small teeth. His smile only grew as he watched Gerard come up to their teacher, and hand him the note from his parents, the one that allowed his late come in.

The boy was doing his best to smile widely, obviously trying to show off his braces, trying to get a compliment from the teacher. But the teacher only scanned over the note and ignored Gerard's attempts at asking for a praise, even though he had obviously seen the braces.