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A 21-year-old guy that goes by the name of Frank Iero knows how to play the guitar. He had some singing classes and after a few hours of die hard working he also had a song.
The song was about a guy he saw a lot. He saw him at the mall, in the local record store and he also came across the guy a lot in several coffee shops, though the guy was always accompanied by a lanky boy with mousy brown hair and a black beanie that covered most of it. He even believed they used to be in high school together.
Frank fell himself getting attracted to this certain nameless guy. The guy had everything Frank searched in a partner. He had a good sense of humor -based on how many times he saw the lanky guy laugh-, he mostly wore band shirts -he had a very good taste in music- and skinny jeans. His hair was dyed black.
Though he never managed to catch the guy's attention, phone number or even his name, he sure as hell was attracted to him, so he decided to write a song about and for him. It's called "Be My Baby".
A month after he wrote the song, the local record store held a band slam. Of course, Frank would preform on it, hoping the guy would be there.
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Wintertime (Frerard, Sequel to Summertime)
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I felt like I was in a bad dream and couldn't wake up, everything was spinning. My chest hurt from how hard my heart was thumping. This necklace, how in the world did it get here? I didn't take it back here with me, I left it on Frank's grave in Jersey. I discreetly pinched myself to see if I was dreaming, but I didn't wake up. This was real life. "Oh! That's mine, the string must've broken loose." I heard a voice. I saw feet at first. Yellow converse shoes. Then I saw pants. Black jeans. Then I saw a jacket. A green camo military jacket, not real obviously. Then I saw tattooed hands holding a coffee cup. They were red, most likely freshly washed. Then I met eyes with the person before me. I dropped the necklace and gasped loudly, holding back a shocked scream. The person's face fell, eyes going wide. They took a step back and then a cautious one forward. "Gerard?" They whispered. "Frank..." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, mentions of alcoholism and drug abuse, mentions of sexual assault (rape), mentions of cheating, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH
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