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Frank Iero has been picked on everyday in and out of school since he first came in seventh grade. He gets called all the same insults that he did in Maine before he moved. 'Faggot' 'Retard' 'Sinner' it never changes, and neither does he. But.... What if his bully does? !!!!Trigger Warning!!!! Contains self harm and suicide attempts!!!!

Frank is an angsty asshole, at least that's what he lets on to be, When Gerard becomes his roommate he can't tell if he's happy or not. Don't speak. Don't touch my stuff. Without permission of course. Those were some of Franks rules for the quiet little redhead with the cute butt that just wants to write gay fanfiction. You can probably guess they get attached, but how? And what's next? The simple answer is to start reading and you may wanna give it a chance because if you don't like one persons writing style, you might like the others. This story is written by two people if you didn't guess, R- gerard T- frank Separate accounts available in a future A/N. Enjoy

Frank Iero, a 17 year old boy living in San Jose, California, is the most forgettable boy on earth. That is until he is taken in the night by his savior. A savior with a bite. (This is a rewrite of an old book I had on an old account. Of course it will not be word for word, but I remember most of it. This is a vampire frerard story. Take it or leave it.)

18 year old Gerard way has killed himself. The only problem is is that no one ever expected that from him, especially his longtime boyfriend Frank Iero. Gerard left nothing but one clue behind, his diary, left to Frank and to Frank only. Now, after his love has gone, Frank must find the truth to why Gerard did what he did, and to bring closure to not only him, but to Gerard's family.

Gee Way is a little kitten who is sold into slavery by his parents. Thankfully, a certain man named Frank Iero buys him to help him live his dream.

Gerard Way, the saddest sap at Belleville High School, is caught crying in the bathroom stall by the one and only Frank Iero. It's then, in the ever horrid high school bathroom, that an unlikely match is made.

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.

"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."

~AU~ Set in the 1960's~ <Basically this fic is set in an alternate 1960's, where race is not an issue- but sexual orientation is. Just if there's any confusion> Frank Iero, is a struggling musician dealing with the rejection from his family, as well as his recent personal discovery. He meets Gerard Way, a writer under a pseudonym- with a great taste in suits, and a deep secret to tell. He's struggled just as much as Frank, but he's used to bottling it up. The enter into a life-changing situation, one that they know is worth fighting for. One worth dying for...