The Pocket Universe Effect - the feeling that nothing else outside your little bubble of reality can quite matter at all. One am on a Friday in June, admist quiet neighbourhoods of New Jersey, the Ieros are away on a night out and Frank and Gerard are sprawled out across Gerard's green anorak, without the capacity to care about anything other than the night sky and the way the stars reflect in each other's eyes.

Frank's fucked. There's a hot red head that takes his train and oh my God.

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

The misadventures of a confused Gerard and the boy he'S TOTALLY NOT IN LOVE WITH ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ AN attempt at humour, but filled with that juicy angst, pining and self depreciation ~!!

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Frank Iero liked to prove people wrong, he proved his family wrong by going to college, he proved his professors wrong by finishing it- but he has never been able to prove himself wrong. So when he is offered a job to get him off the streets and out of the gutter he says 'Why not?' but will his closed off attitude clash with his boss? Gerard Way is an artist, the type of artist that is introvert and a coffee addict, an artist that lives and breathes his passion. But now he is lost in a world of black, he hates being poked and pushed by doctors and he had given up all hope of ever getting out of the consuming void he finds himself in. But with a new person in his life will he begin to see things a little more brighter, or will he be left broken hearted?

"You see Frank, the void and me... ...we're old friends."

Gerard is a talented magician, responsible for much of the success of the famous Envision Destiny cruise ship. He's also one of those people. You know, one of those people who just seem to take up all the space they come across with their arrogance and confidence. You wouldn't wanna touch their personality with a 10-foot pole, but still people admire them. That is beyond Frank. Working behind the cruise ship bars and seeing Gerard pretty much every day, he can't understand what's so great about him. Besides, everybody else doesn't have to deal with his snide remarks and rude comments. Because if there's one thing Gerard seems to love, it's the act of constantly pestering Frank. Story credits goes to innocent_wolves on livejournal.com

"In the end, will you sink or swim?" - Legend has it, that in the murky waters of this cove, sirens lurk -- far out into the horizon and dark depths, awaiting their next victim to allure with their sickly-sweet lullaby. Residents claim that they can still hear the clinking of pickaxes down in the collapsed ruin of the mines, or chills rolling down their spines as spirits brush past them. The full truth is, that Kitsfort isn't quite your normal town... Frank's mother had claimed that the fresh air would help his lungs, and that maybe living by the ocean -- in a secluded, northern town where the sun only shone a whopping two months out of the year -- that, well, maybe he'd grow to like his new life here. Frank wasn't as optimistic about it all, though. Kitsfort was as gloomy as you could get, and all the damned talk of ghosts was about to drive him insane. He wanted out, and he wanted out fast. It doesn't help his case when his freaky, next-door neighbor keeps knocking asking for him -- each encounter leaving an icky, never-ending mush in Frank's gut, his suspicions falling thinner and thinner the more that the truth seems to be revealed, and as more seems to go wrong. And, well, when he finds his heart getting snagged on unwanted feelings towards this mysterious boy -- and as the alleged tree protecting this whole town from evil entities burns, he knows that this is all going to go to shit, and it's going to go to shit fast... A dark tale of a town with its secrets, murky mysteries and unsafe waters, the twisted beauty of death, and trying to escape the inevitable... [Inspired by Ghosts -- Raina Telgemeier]