"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.

Frank Iero, a 16 year-old high school student, lives next door to Gerard Way, a 21 year-old high school drop out. Gerard never interacts with the people around the neighborhood. Frank one day catches a glimpse of his elusive new neighbor and falls immediately. After breaking into Gerard's house, Frank makes a drastic decision, and with the help of a close friend he kidnaps Gerard. Frerard fanfic with a bit of Peterick

Frank Iero, 17 years old, gets injuries randomly, out of the blue. He doesn't do them to himself and no one does them to him, that he knows of. He doesn't know why it happens, how it happens, and who or what is doing it to him. After a bad accident he's determined to find out what is happening, but is quite surprised by the source of his wounds.

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.

*•*•*•*THE SEQUEL TO WAVE OF GAY*•*•*•* With age comes wisdom, but not necessarily maturity. At 22 and 28 the Way brothers hadn't given up their childish- and very gay -behaviours. The adventures of New Jersey's resident homosexuals Pete and Mikey and Frank and Gerard. When flights are delayed and fights are guaranteed the boys aren't flying straight- in any sense. These boys aren't ready for the waves that are rolling in.

When Frank hears about Gerard's first kiss, he pretends to be happy for him. When Frank walks in on Gerard making out with another boy, he walks away and they don't speak of it. When Frank sees Gerard with his new boyfriend, he cries himself to sleep. When Frank learns that Gerard has been sleeping around, he cracks. When Frank listens to Gerard say he's sorry, he breaks. (smut, drinking, smoking, lots of angst)

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)

~>Sequel to Give Him Hell, Kid<~ Frank Iero couldn't have wished for more when he became the prince of darkness- The King of Hell's right-hand man. They are inseparable. However, the twelve years that have passed by so quickly for the living, was equal to just twelve days spent in the fiery underworld. After being summoned back to land of the living, the king and his prince almost find themselves trapped- by an unlikely captor...

Gerard Way was a pretty happy kid. He didn't like talking to people, and sometimes he got all panicky around them, but other than that he was pretty normal. He had issues, lots of them, but mostly he was just...quiet. Frank Iero is new in town. He's funny, sometimes energetic, and he really loves music. But Frank has his own problems-bullies, problems with his parents, and he likes boys. Frank and Gerard are about to have their worlds flipped upside down. Can they handle it, or are they destined to fall?