"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 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 see Frank, the void and me... ...we're old friends."

*the fic that doesn't care about ages in the slightest and I still don't know if it's Pikey or Petekey* The Way brothers weren't competitive, not in the slightest. Even in how gay they were. Because Gerard was clearly the winner. The adventures of Gee and Frankie spreading the gay to the middle school in BelleVille. PDA is A-Okay when spreading the important message of how great it is to be a flaming homo. When the gayest 13 year old in New Jersey also meets Mikey the gay spreads like wildfire. BelleVille better brace itself for the wave of gay. *fair warning this fic has so many opinionated messages about consent and all that V V V IMPORTANT STUFF*

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

Frank is a hopelessly short, hopelessly desperate, and just generally hopeless highschooler, whose only friend is the amazingly tall kid with the 'fro: Ray Toro. School is mundane, school is just, well, school: Lindsey Ballato is a goddess, Pete Wentz is a MySpace whore, and Brendon Urie totally deserved getting kicked in the balls last summer, but then Mikey fucking Way turns up and before Frank knows it he's over at the Way household and swooning over an unfairly hot older brother who has totally just made out with an overly casual Lindsey Ballato. And that's not even to mention Gerard's past and sort of ex-boyfriend Bert McCracken who he kind of did, kind of didn't leave in the old town he and Mikey just moved from, but what is for sure is that Gerard Way can't help but stare at Mikey's sort of best friend, Frank, just a little too much. But Gerard is older and sort of world's away from Frank's league: he's like Lindsey Ballato - unobtainable and godly, and most definitely a member of the elite sex club that Frank reckons Lindsey's involved in. And this elite club of people who've seen Gerard Way naked? Let's say, Frank Iero wants in... to Gerard's pants. However Mikey thinks that it's less of a club and more of a support group.

Frank can't handle talking to people without being struck with a panic attack. The only people he can talk to are his best friend, Mikey Way, and his mom. Ever since Frank was young, he's had a crush on Mikey's brother, Gerard, but his anxiety has kept him from ever doing anything about it. It seems, though, that he won't have to, because after ignoring him for two years, Gerard is suddenly taking a deeper interest in Frank.... ***NOT MINE. ALL CREDITS GO TO (@OWLHOOOTS ON MIBBA)***

Gerard Way is the school's Norman Bates. He's freaky, he acts like he's constantly anticipating something, and he does taxidermy. People fear him, and quite honestly, he gets off on it. There are so many bad rumors circulating about him that even he isn't sure which ones are true. Meanwhile, Frank Iero has a reputation for himself. He's an idiot. A comedic one, especially with his friend James, but an idiot. He once came to school high off his ass and passed his math exam with flying colors. It was a dumb move, but an entertaining one. Just like when he took the dare to make Gerard Way fall in love with him. • AKA "That ONE fanfic where ray is a massive asshole" Theme Song: Paralyzed - The Used

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.

He knew it was wrong. So wrong. Frank shouldn't have feelings for another guy when he was in a relationship he was happy in. Well, used to be happy in. But then someone else caught his attention. One that was cute enough to make Frank fangirl - but it wasn't fair to Pete. The one who had been head over heels for Frank since the 8th grade. So what was he supposed to do? Break up with Pete and do a little match-making? No...Frank sucked at that. What then? Move to another country and change his name? That could work... --------- That new kid, he was so mysterious, dark and hot. Frank wanted to know more about the guy wouldn't even tell the shook his last name. But how was he supposed to do that when the kid wouldn't even look up from his notebook? ---------- Crap description but I'm getting better at stories but I still can't be bothered to check spelling; I'll try but won't promise anything