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.

Gerard draws dicks for a living. Frank takes them. Gerard Way moves into a new apartment in a dodgy complex where he's bound to get beaten to a pulp after his old place is set on fire by those damned 'youths', and by a certain turn of events, his neighbour, the equally provocative, yet entirely in a different way, Frank Iero, ends up in his bed, and then, everything just really goes to shit.

"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."

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.

It seems like love at first sight when Gerard saves Frank from getting beaten up by some bullies on his way home. Gerard is a lonely hobo, and Frank is a bullied vegetarian. Everything seems perfect... until their parents find out. Will they be able to convince them to let them be together, or will they have to find another way to be happy?

"I hate butterflies." Frank said, much to Gerard's shock, "I hate them for being pretty. I hate them for being easy to catch. And having pins stuck through their bodies and being turned into specimens is what I hate most." Frank said simply, almost loving how intelligent he sounded way more than he should have, but he didn't mind. Gerard seemed to love it too, putting the butterfly back down and pointing all of his attention back to Frank. "You're a very interesting person, Frank." He said, crossing his arms over his chest again. "But surely," He continued, straightening up a little, "None of these things are the butterfly's fault."

Frank and Gerard are two seventeen year olds. Frank is a Ravenclaw, Gerard is a Slytherin. Frank is calm, wise and collected. Gerard is hot blooded, intelligent, very powerful and talented. Ever since Mikey has been sorted into Ravenclaw, Gerard and Frank cross eachother's paths, and go on to have many adventures together.

This is a Frerard fan fiction. I warn you now, it will have sex. Enjoy.

Addicted to drugs and alcohol, Gerard is finding it hard to survive. After one attempt at taking his own life, Frank decides it's time to step in. [first fic. nostalgia everywhere]