The unholy union of a high school AU and a ghost story. Gerard's life takes a strange turn when his family moves to a small town in Vermont and he discovers the locals aren't all what they seem to be. Also includes: unexpected nature walks, murder, pining, improper treatment of crime scenes, a number of bone-related puns, high school bullies, and a short-range shrub named Ferdinand.

Gerard Way starts his first teaching job and finds himself falling for fellow teacher Mr Iero. However, having to fight off the affections of another teacher means all kinds of problems await Mr Way. Does he have what it takes to fight for true love, or will he be swept away by the unwanted attention from Miss Ballato? Mature content. Target audience 18+ --------------- "Lindsey?" Frank began. "Because I'm your friend, I am telling you to stop making a fool of yourself with Gerard." "What the f**k is that supposed to mean?" she asked. "He clearly isn't interested, and you're making an idiot of yourself by throwing yourself at him." "He just doesn't know he's interested yet, Frank" she smiled smugly. "He will be though. Look at us! We'd make a perfect couple."

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795