Just a book full of Andy Biersack smut! They are usually quite lengthy since I like to write a short story around it. I also take requests, and all you have to do for that is come up with a bit of a plot, and REQUEST IT IN THE DESIGNATED CHAPTER!! And if you don't like the way that I write these, the solution is quite simple: don't read them.

It's been four years. Four fucking years since I saw George Ryan Ross for the last time. I still don't understand why he left us. Why he left me. I thought we shared a bond. Guess it wasn't mutual... But today I got called, and that call might have changed my life forever... Warnings: -Ryan is terribly fucked up in this story. He had an awful childhood and suffers from some mental problems. He's kinda depressed and stuff, so if you want a happy Ryan you have to find another fanfiction. -Sexual content. I don't put warnings in my chapters. -Boy x boy

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.

So after a long flight from New Jersey to California, Abigail is actually standing in front of Gerard's house. She finally gets to meet him, but what all will that do? What will he tell her? Will everything get better for her?