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.

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.

Gerard Way was one of most hated teachers at Belleville High. Can Frank Iero change that?

It all begins when Gerard gets a text from a random number, and a friendship blooms between him and an annoying, oh-so-persistent Frank. As tensions rise and butterflies swarm, what will happen as Frank makes it his mission to discover who his anonymous friend is, and as Gerard does everything he can to prevent so from happening?

Very depressed and on the edge of committing suicide, Frank is surprised he even manages to meet two people who don't judge him at all. Will he get better? Or will he still suffer from the pain and finally do what he has wanted to do for a very long time? It's only matter of minutes... But, don't waste your time. (Frerard story. If you don't ship Frerard or you think this may be very unsatisfying... Get the fuck out.) (You may read if you don't ship Frerard, but have interest in the stories' plot. But, I don't want to hear any shit. I don't have a life. That is exactly why I write Frerard stories.)

I want to help people.

When Arabella Brown falls head over heels for her teacher she finds out some information that will change her life forever. Sexual Content/alcohol and drugs/depression. Trigger warning.

Frank Iero, a down-on-his-luck Jersey Mike's employee, realizes that he is actually inside a Frerard fanfiction written by a teenage girl. Warning: This story contains... -Strong Language -Violence -Mild Gore -Mild NSFW scenes -A writer's fragile ego -New Jersey -The Big Gay -Lame puns May also contain nuts. Those with nut allergies are advised to avoid contact with this fanfiction. Please consult a doctor or physician if erection lasts longer than five hours. Original content. Do not steal. If you steal this, the author will break into your house in the middle of the night and drink all of your shampoo. Cover artwork by @ecto.bat on Instagram. You better show her some love and support or else.

"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.

I hated Gerard Way. And I'm not just saying it. I truly hated him. You know, that kind of hatred - pure and irreversible - that nestles in your chest and makes it rot slowly? Yeah, that. If hatred were an organ, it would look like one of those horrible, shriveled, smoke-eaten lungs... even a bit more ugly, maybe. And if I hadn't had eighteen years of memories to rely on, I wouldn't even have been so sure why I hated him so much... There weren't many people able to hate Gerard Way, after all. Even if he was wrong or in fault, people couldn't blame him for too long or feel resentment toward him, for some reasons. But then there was me. The exception - not very exceptional. The one who was different - as always. Because I did know Gerard in person, and yet I hated him. Nonetheless, they always say how hate sometimes tastes a lot like love... _______________________ This is the first time I properly write something in english, so... yeah. Please, read the notes! _Ashes