After being in a car accident that costs his mother her life, Pete begins to obsess over the boy in the other car. Pete visited the hospital everyday, where Mikey laid in a coma. Pete obsessed over him. He befriended Mikey's older brother, Gerard, who was also in the car. Often times when Pete was at there house, sleeping in Mikey's bed, he wondered: How could you love a person you'd never properly met?

I started updating again. This was my first fic I ever wrote so there's literally no plot. Enjoy. -Asia

50 Thoughts That Scare Me. What are they? Smut warning: No smut Boy x Boy- Frerard For questions about translation DM me on Wattpad or @bekahgrace99 on Instagram

The Pocket Universe Effect - the feeling that nothing else outside your little bubble of reality can quite matter at all. One am on a Friday in June, admist quiet neighbourhoods of New Jersey, the Ieros are away on a night out and Frank and Gerard are sprawled out across Gerard's green anorak, without the capacity to care about anything other than the night sky and the way the stars reflect in each other's eyes.

"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, what's going on? Gerard, please. Gerard, I need you. Gerard, stop this. I can't do this without you. What's happening? Please. Just listen to me." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: may be triggering for some individuals]

After Brendon Urie loses his mother in a tragic bank robbery, he begins to question the certainty of mankind and all of the unknown. Religion, magic, God. This all stresses him, and this 23 year old with PTSD sinks into a deeper depression than he was before. Ryan Ross was going though writers block, even though he wasn't writing anything, he just liked to use shitty metaphors for his life. He had been this way ever since his abusive, alcoholic child molester called a father died when he was nineteen. Ryan hated him, and it had been years since his death, but still, he couldn't help but feel empty in a way that he couldn't explain. Then he began to think, what's his point in existing? He began to question the certainty of mankind and all of it's unknown. Both Ryan and Brendon are put in the hospital after suicide attempts. Pressured into going to support groups, they talk and bond, and question the certainty of mankind together. They hate life, but at least they have each other.

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)