Gerard is a single parent now, finally matching paces with his best friend, Frank, who is also a single parent. Lindsey and Gerard aren't worse off than Jamia and Frank, and maybe Gerard's thankful for that. He's also thankful for Frank, who's always there for him. *I don't own anything except the plot and my own made up characters* Yayuh [some trigger warnings]

Gerard Way is staying at his grandmother Elena's lake house for the summer before his first year at college. His younger brother Mikey is more concerned about having no wifi for three months than anything else really. The only thing to do is to stay inside the non-air conditioned house or go out on the lake and swim. Unfortunately for Gerard, he lacks the proper skill for swimming. But when a handsome stranger scares the living shit out of him and offers swimming lessons, Gerard's summer might turn from boring and depressing to something dangerous, exciting, and he may finally learn how to swim. ***RATED MATURE FOR A REASON AND THE REASON IS EXTREMELY GAY STUFF AND SWEARING***

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.

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

[one shot + full story now in development] Being an 18 year old high school senior is hard. It's even worse when you're Frank Iero, immutable punk kid feared by at least three quarters of the student body, persecuted by teachers and downtrodden by anyone brave enough. To top it off, too socially moronic to be able to convince anyone he's not as bad as he seems. Other than Lynsey, his best and only friend, Frank has no one. Until Gerard shows up. Trust me, Pencey Preparatory School is not ready for the hurricane of horror he brings with him.

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

After a failed suicide attempt, Frank Iero is placed into an induced coma to prevent any further self harm. While he's asleep, he's visited by what he believes is an angel who sings to him. When Frank finally awakens, it becomes his obsession to find who the voice belongs to. [[Trigger Warning! Suicide-- do not take this warning lightly. Suicide is a main theme. Pretty explicit self-harm, child abuse, underage drinking, reckless behavior, and depression. If you notice anything else that needs tagged, please let me know!]]