Doors.

Doors.

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Quiet. If Frank had one word to describe his whole life, it'd be quiet. Everything has always been that way. He wasn't sure why, he assumed it was because of his awkwardness, his undying love for the indoors, and music of course. But people were too always quick to judge. They assumed he was weird, a reclusive emo, and different. Different... Why was different a bad thing? Why does it always, fuckin always correspond with loser, outcast, not good enough. also... smut
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Gerard has been feeling strange, and he thinks Frank has something to do with it. Are they just friends, or possibly something more? Things get even worse when an unfortunate event happens at a concert, and even if Gerard and Frank had something, there is a chance Gerard might never find out. ((The curse words will be uncensored soon, whenever I have a chance to edit this.)) [This fic is trigger free! No depression, suicide, eating disorders, or anything of that sort.]

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