"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

Gerard has had feelings for Frank for a while. But how will Frank handle it after Gerard kisses him on stage?

Four years on, Isabel and Gerard are still living separate lives. Gerard seems to be happy in his new life, but Isabel isn't. Does Gerard still love her? Or is it too late...

Sanity Ester just turned 17 when her stepfather takes things too far. She gets sick of his crap and runs away from his home. Now this isn't your typical teen runningaway from home story. Sanity ends up meeting up with the international band My Chemical Romance. Will she tell them her secret, will they believe her or take her back?? I guess the only way to find out is by reading this story, enjoy! ^^

Isabel meets a boy at University who she's instantly attracted to. But he seems to have other ideas...

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)