-A Short MCR FanFiction- Imagine a life where you're constantly tending to your younger, mentally challenged brother's needs. Welcome to Gerard's everyday existence. After years and years of being cast away, Gerard is growing tired of being tossed aside and caring for his brother. In "Yellow Flowers" the events and choices Gerard makes one day after school change the course of his, his brother's, and his parent's lives forever.

Frank Iero, a Early twentys guitarist, finds himself as a very sucessful Band Director. His friends help him to meet the art teacher that has been right under his nose, for 2 years now. He meets, and they fall in love, guess who the art teacher is? Well you'll just have to find out :P

Frank Iero and Gerard Way have been in My Chemical Romance for twelve years, but when they break up, everything falls apart in front of them. Gerard's depression comes back and no one knows how to handle it. But when the two are united after the six months they haven't seen each other something happens... Something they though was in the past... But what happens When Bandit is stolen from him? What with they do to get her back? How far will Gerard go to be happy again?

Picture this; It's pre-Black Parade era and Mikey Way has just been diagnosed with early onset Alzheimerz. There's no hope to regain his memory and he has six months to live. What does he do? He writes letters. Letters to his brother and his friends, an attempt to redeem some of his many regrets that he has had over the years.

Very depressed and on the edge of committing suicide, Frank is surprised he even manages to meet two people who don't judge him at all. Will he get better? Or will he still suffer from the pain and finally do what he has wanted to do for a very long time? It's only matter of minutes... But, don't waste your time. (Frerard story. If you don't ship Frerard or you think this may be very unsatisfying... Get the fuck out.) (You may read if you don't ship Frerard, but have interest in the stories' plot. But, I don't want to hear any shit. I don't have a life. That is exactly why I write Frerard stories.)