When Gerard fainted the last thing he expected to wake up to was bloody knees and a man covered in tattoos looking down at him with concern. *Disclaimer* ~ This fanfiction is really corny. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO ENJOY MCR OR FRERARD TO LIKE THIS FANFICTION! We are just using frerard to help capture the attention of a large audience that we both (Disha and I) know love corny fanfictions! This is going to be posted on Disha's account, @disha_gaskarth. Cover by the amazing @seraphstarshine

Don't read. Seriously this is shit *SMUT, ABUDE, SELF-HARM WARNING* This story is mostly Frerard, with Peterick and a little Ryden

Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

Frank is a gay fuckboy and he has just come up with the most genius plan for making money and getting laid at the same time. But he soon meets Gerard Way, the leader of a "gay club" on campus, who poses a threat to his seemingly brilliant plan before it even get's started. In order to get him to leave Frank tells a lie that unknowingly snowballs into a full out gay war. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gerard - "There's only room for one gay sheriff in this town Frank and it's going to be me." Frank - "Oh, we'll see about that."

Do not read this unless you have read the main fic first! Everything will make more sense that way. Also, make sure you read this before you read the epilogue. Trust me, everything will make more sense if you read these in that order. Zero reflects on their life and memories before that fateful day.

Want to have a cringe attack? Read this. One of those really common college fanfics of which the gay couple walk into each other and all that shit. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- * Non-Music fic. In this world (much like ours) MCR is not together *Multiple POV *Only read if you can stand chapters shorter than Bullets Frank. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Proper Summary: Gerard is an art major struggling to pay for his tuition, even with a scholarship. Frank is a music major and the son of the principle at a rivaling college. When the two meet in the bleachers at a football game it's not just the ball that's up in the air. What could possibly happen?

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.

Every single one of Frank's exes only wanted him for his money. After his last breakup he swore off dating completely, deciding instead to have more promiscuous, non-commital relationships. The classy sex club Inferno was his favorite, especially after he meets G, a red-haired stripper with a fine ass and a tongue like silver. When their meet-ups become more and more about genuine companionship and less about sex, the tables turn on the both of them, changing their lives completely. *rated mature for strong language, abuse (verbal/physical), sexual content (innuendos, legit sex, kinks), drug/alcohol use/abuse, & other explicit content* **somewhat inspired by the song Poison by Groove Coverage**

"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.

|DISCONTINUED| Working at a comic book store was supposed to be easy. So what the hell was this little punk doing here making things so much harder?