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geebear: ummm who is this? frnk is typing...

Meeting someone online can be exhilarating. Gerard had been doing it all summer with 'xofrnk' and Gerard was determined to find out what lies behind the screen name and what road this 'goddamn fucked up romance' might take him.

Just a little Frerard story I'm writing. Hope you enjoy it. :x

A 21-year-old guy that goes by the name of Frank Iero knows how to play the guitar. He had some singing classes and after a few hours of die hard working he also had a song. The song was about a guy he saw a lot. He saw him at the mall, in the local record store and he also came across the guy a lot in several coffee shops, though the guy was always accompanied by a lanky boy with mousy brown hair and a black beanie that covered most of it. He even believed they used to be in high school together. Frank fell himself getting attracted to this certain nameless guy. The guy had everything Frank searched in a partner. He had a good sense of humor -based on how many times he saw the lanky guy laugh-, he mostly wore band shirts -he had a very good taste in music- and skinny jeans. His hair was dyed black. Though he never managed to catch the guy's attention, phone number or even his name, he sure as hell was attracted to him, so he decided to write a song about and for him. It's called "Be My Baby". A month after he wrote the song, the local record store held a band slam. Of course, Frank would preform on it, hoping the guy would be there.

[This is the sequel to Tell Me I'm A Bad Man, it's not a necessity to read that first, but you probably should] Frank was under the impression that as soon as he'd graduated and moved to New York with Gerard, everything would be, well, perfect. Though he wasn't completely naïve - he knew that the presence of Gerard's apparently suicidal ex-boyfriend was going to make things difficult, but he didn't know that his intense distrust of the man would start to break down the relationship he'd tried so hard to keep. And then lies upon lies upon lies from everybody start to build, until nobody's sure of the truth anymore. Six months isn't long, but it's enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sexual content, may be triggering for some individuals]

So I had this idea to write a crack fic so I did enjoy (this is the stupidest thing I've ever made, I love you all)

So I wake myself up at around 4am and I write down stories. Do remember, I don't intentionally write these, this is my fucked up brain when I wake up early. Warning: MIGHT BECOME STUPIDER JUST BY READING THIS

Frnk: Is This Gerard Way? What Gerard Way gets for writing his kik name on the boys bathroom wall when he's at a low point.