[this fic is very very old! i am actually rewriting it right now!! go to my page to check it out :)!] (Well actually it's kik fic but this title seemed to work better.) - Frnk: hey Frnk: hey its me Frank Gee : I don't know any Franks Frnk: whoops sorry Frnk: wrong number then Frnk: or like kik username thing Frnk: well sorry for interrupting your shit bye [This fic is trigger free! No depression, suicide, eating disorders, or anything of the sort]

"There was a small yet lingering feeling somewhere deep inside of my empty chest that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It was as if the seed of a water lily had just buried itself in the bottom of a lake and was patiently waiting for the moment where it would raise its bud from the sand and make its way up to the surface. " Frank Iero has lived his entire life in silence and suffering through a choking loneliness has become his reality, but who can really blame him? For the fifteen year old is constantly haunted by the aftermath of social phobia and the unbroken urge that is longing for self destruct. The only element that seems to have the ability to cast a slight glimpse of light over Frank's nothing but miserable life, is turning his endless pain into tragically beautiful melodies that echoes through his parents garage late at night. He loathes his own guts more than words will ever be capable of describing and is awfully convinced that he is doomed to live a life of desolation, unless he puts a tragic end to it. But when a certain teacher with fiery red hair and hazel green eyes, regardless of society's rules starts to break through the walls that he has subconsciously built up, will Frank's fatal beliefs then start to fade out, or is he simply a lost cause? And what do you do when your savior isn't allowed to save you?

Frank Iero meets Gerard way after bumbling into him in the school hall way, it all starts from there, the budding romance, Frank decides that he so desperately wants him! But will Gerard feel the same? He's not even gay... Is he?

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

"A Splitting Of The Mind" but it's from Frank's perspective. Frank was sent to a mental institution in hopes that he'd get better. But that all changed when he met the long-haired boy, Gerard. (please read the disclaimer in the introduction chapter!!1!!1)

"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

Every single one of Frank's exes only wanted him for his money. After his last breakup he swore off dating completely, deciding instead to have more promiscuous, non-commital relationships. The classy sex club Inferno was his favorite, especially after he meets G, a red-haired stripper with a fine ass and a tongue like silver. When their meet-ups become more and more about genuine companionship and less about sex, the tables turn on the both of them, changing their lives completely. *rated mature for strong language, abuse (verbal/physical), sexual content (innuendos, legit sex, kinks), drug/alcohol use/abuse, & other explicit content* **somewhat inspired by the song Poison by Groove Coverage**

The adventures of 'pretty boy' and 'dyke'. The story of the boy with the boobs who can pack a serious punch, and the girl with a dick and her all mighty powerful butt, and just how the two happen to meet and perhaps happen to fall for one another. And the two's battles against dysphoria, the foes of the judgemental gaze of the outside world, and sometimes themselves, sometimes even each other, but in the end, they both know from that very first moment, the first eye contact: it's the two of them against the motherfucking world. (Trans AU, FTM Frank & MTF Gerard)

Following a bruising break up, Gerard and Frank are thrust back into each other's lives, finding themselves reminiscing about their past, raking up all the hurt and pain caused along with some of their happier times. Mature content - Target audience 18+ ---------------------------- "You know" he began with an aggressive tone, "this is the bench I sat at the night I left." From the corner of his eye, he saw Gerard's head snap around. He internally felt smug, knowing he'd caught him off guard. "The night I came home and found you balls-deep in Shaun that is" he narrowed his eyes as he faced Gerard. "Just to clarify." Gerard's face fell. "Frank. Don't!" "Oh I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?" Frank smirked at the fact that yes, indeed, he had hurt Gerard's feelings. But he was more than happy about that. Happy to hurt him in anyway possible. After all, nothing could be as painful as what he'd felt that night. The night his whole world was ripped apart....................