Frank Iero was not under any circumstances ready for any type of infatuation with anyone of the same sex. He was a popular boy, and he was truly the 'Junior Sweetheart'. And it's not like he didn't have a dark side - that's what usually showed most of the time - his egocentric friends were nothing compared to him, an original person - and he was nothing less than punk, to say the least. The Way brothers were an abnormal bunch - Gerard was a smiley, baby skinned boy, who liked to wear skirts and baggy sweaters because of the aesthetic, and okay - maybe he decided to wear glittery lipgloss at times, and yeah, he'll put on heels if you really want him to. Mikey was a serious, low tempered boy, who took no shit from anyone - especially Frank Iero. Gerard was honestly really intimidated by Frank, he was just so cool, and when the truth was revealed that Gerard had a crush on him, Mikey told him one thing. "He's not good enough for you."

((slow updates woops)) Frank doesn't really care about anything except the internet. He likes to write out his feelings and apparently, people like reading about them. He never talked to anyone - until he came across @addictwithapen

"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."

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)

"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.

[Sequel to Disgusting] When everything we see is in black and white, there is no place for grey.