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Frank meets his best friend Mikey's older brother when he comes home for the holidays; and boy is he hot. Top Rankings: #1 in Frerard #1 in PatrickStump #1 in MCR #1 in PeteWentz #1 in GerardWay #1 in Frankiero #1 in Peterick #1 in Ryden

Gerard Way is a virgin. A pathetic, gay, red-haired little virgin. But he was okay with that. People in school avoided him, hell, they didn't even know who he was, and that was how it was. Until a good 'friend' of Gerard's started a rumor. A rumor that was bound to destroy everything Gerard had come to know, and even a little more in the process. Nothing good could come out of this situation, or so Gerard thought. But a certain boy with converse and a lip piercing would beg to differ. (Ok I suck at writing intros. The story will be better, I promise...)

The biggest dilemma in all of this is that Frank slept with his future husband. Now Frank's just got to make sure that the future with him stays intact, but it's not so easy when present day Gerard seems to hate his guts.

Ryan's new in town and with his crippling anxiety and past issues with bullying at his last town, school is not going to be easy for him to start fresh. That is, until he meets Brendon, the only person he can count on to make his life less painful than it already is. As school takes an unexpected turn, Ryan finds himself thinking about Brendon as more than a friend...

Frank was the new kid, the new American kid, in a British boarding school and that wasn't the hardest part. Frank wished that was the hardest part. Being the new kid was easy, but being assigned to the room of the most infamous boy in the school - who would hate you purely for existing - is a lot harder. British Private Boarding school was something Frank was just not prepared for. He didn't realise he was going to live with an OCD psycho doting after a dead person. But he had one simple rule which would make everything a little easier, or more would stop it being even harder. Just don't befriend Gerard Way. One rule; but is it easy to follow? That's what Frank was to find out.

The story is not by me, it's originally by astr0nomika I decided to re-upload it here so that everyone could read it due to the situation that the fanfic has been taken down in GoodReads I took the risks to upload this, so please don't report, if anybody suggests I take it down, I will. This is a DNF fanfic, if you don't want to read it, please just pass. Side note: This is just a fanfiction, do not believe any of the events from this fanfic is from real-life events because it's not.

The story I'm going to tell you may starts a bit different than usual. It starts with a dead person. The poor boys heart just stopped beating. And at that young age, only 11 years old. The things he could've done in life, uncountable. At that age you don't know who you are, who you'll be and with whom. You can achieve anything you can dream of, write your book to its last page. This boy could barely write chapter one. No one should be in his situation. An innocent child, who's body wasn't even found. Murder? Suicide? An accident? No one knows it, except me. Because well, I'm the dead boy.

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)