A tumbleweed blowing through the wind in the midst of an apocalypse. No one found. No one here. Lost in the fog, no breaths can be felt. Slow steps, each more cautious than the last. A winter's cold that bites your toes, feeling pain then nothing at all. Heavy hearts and heavy souls, a pain to breathe and a pain to walk. Held underwater, not suffocating, not breathing. Lost in the heavy clouds, looking for somebody. Anybody. Help me.

Donna and Donald went through a long and horrible divorce, leaving their Children; Gerard and Mikey to pick between parents. Gerard stayed with mom and Mikey went with dad. After about a year, Donna gets a new boyfriend and they get married, leaving Gerard with a new step-brother, much to his despise. But then, Donna gets a horrible phone call one night from the police saying that Frank (Frank's dad) was in an accident and unfortunately didn't make it. She went under extreme depression leaving the two boys with a mother (or step-mother) that was somewhat unstable. So with a mother who was always crying and wallowing in self-pity, will the two boys actually suck it up and talk to each other when there is no one else? And maybe they get too friendly with each other...

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

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]

Hi...THIS STORY IS COMPLETED SO YA :P, THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT I LOVE YOU GUYS AND YA! PLEASE DONT BE A SILENT READER, SAY SOMETHING IN THE COMMENTS ITS LIKE SOME GHOST TOWN SO YA! PLS! ANYWAY...Enjoy this story, and I hope you guys enjoy <3...Also..Caps...All caps, sorry not sorry. ~Preview~ Gerard is a 20 year old boy...When you first look at him, you think he just a angel or a innocent 20 year old, but behind that mask, is where a demon lays, is where a Killer lays. Gerard is in fact a killer, no one knows, it was his deadliest secret, but what happens that mask is breaking, what happen he told his secret which he kept from the world, and told his secret to someone he fell in love with, which was name Frank Iero. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I also don't own the guys...I wish...Anyway, enjoy the story <3, I already planned the whole story in my head so I won't really run out of ideas on this story, so...Grab some popcorn or cookies and start reading this junk...Maybe junk, but ya! Btw...This will be a 30 chapter story <3

**REMADE/REWROTE VERSION OF 50 THOUGHTS THAT SCARE ME** Sometimes, it takes 49 fears, an illness, and a little Gerard Way to get you to think.

The adventures of 'pretty boy' and 'dyke'. The story of the boy with the boobs who can pack a serious punch, and the girl with a dick and her all mighty powerful butt, and just how the two happen to meet and perhaps happen to fall for one another. And the two's battles against dysphoria, the foes of the judgemental gaze of the outside world, and sometimes themselves, sometimes even each other, but in the end, they both know from that very first moment, the first eye contact: it's the two of them against the motherfucking world. (Trans AU, FTM Frank & MTF Gerard)

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.

These have talk about a lot of sensitive shit This is basically just me ranting to myself with characters with mini stories so tada enjoy

frank seems to have a small crush on his regular customer. completed ; 9 november 2016 [ask permission to repost elsewhere. do not plagiarize. if u see someone plagiarizing this work, pls let me know!]