"Morning Frankie. We have to go to school today." Gerard mumbled. His morning voice was just adorable. It was coated in sleep, and I could tell he was thinking about wanting to go back to sleep. It was scary how I could tell Gerard's thoughts just by looking at him and his expressions. Like right now, I can tell he's thinking about Coffee. 

"It's adorable how you think about Coffee." I smiled and closed my eyes lightly. 

"You're always adorable. Like when you're concentrating, you crinkle your nose a little." Gerard smiled and pointed to my nose. 

"Mmm." I hummed and opened my eyes a little. I sat up and looked at him. 

"What are you thinking about?" That was a question I was usually scared about. It just proved that people always wanted to see inside your mind, and if you tell them, it usually comes back to bite you in the ass.

"Nothing." I smiled. Honestly, I was just thinking about kissing Gerard. But I haven't brushed my teeth yet, I probably tasted horrible. He shook his head knowingly, I never tell him what I think about. I guess he's picked up on that I don't like sharing my thoughts with people.

I climbed out of bed slowly and walked towards my closet. I stretched my arms out. Gerard was smiling and staring at me. 

"What?" I laughed. He nodded to my legs. I looked down, and just then I remembered, I sleep in my boxers. I hate pajama pants, especially in hot weather. Now in the winter, I don't mind sleeping in pajama pants. 

I felt my cheeks heat up. I turned around and grabbed a pair of random pants. I put them on and then slipped on a shirt. I ran a hand through my hair and turned around, yawning. 

I walked into the kitchen and made Gerard and I some coffee. I poured myself some cereal and ate it at the breakfast bar. Gerard ran down the stairs and gadly took the coffee I made. He popped some bread into the toaster and sat down beside me. 

"So, what do you think about the band?" He smiled. 

"It's great. Thank you for all of this, Gee." I wasn't just talking about the band, but he didn't need to know that. I was talking about being my friend. Until Gerard came along, I was clueless and didn't know what having friends was like. But Gerard changed me. He nodded, as if to say 'you're welcome' and took a sip of the hot Coffee.

We walked into the school, I got the usual glares, and ignorance of others. I avoided everyone's gaze. No one bothered to bully me, it was just that they thought being a 'freak' was contagious. They counted me as a freak because I don't talk as much, because I think a lot, because I'm absent from school alot. There was many reasons to count me as a freak. But hey, I rather be a freak then be in the lead of a pity parade anyway. Gerard stayed by my side the whole time. I don't understand why, he would be counted as a freak because he was hanging out with the freak leader. 

"Oh Frank, I made you this." Mrs.Rodgers ran up to me. She had a glass pan in her hand. The top was covered in foil. 

"What is it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and confusion. Mrs.Rodgers usually hated me. Well, that is until she had to find out about my condition. 

"Tuna Noodle Casserole. I heard about your mother's passing, I'm so sorry." She placed a hand over her heart and tried to pass me the dish. 

"I'm thankful for the thought, Mrs.Rodgers, but I'm vegetarian and I really don't like pity. If you hated me before you knew about this, you should hate me now." I said boldly, but not rudely. I heard Gerard trying to hold back his chuckling by coughing. 

Mrs.Rodgers looked defeated anyway. She walked away with the glass pan in hand. Gerard turned to me and gave me a high five. Though I wouldn't mind if he would have just kissed me instead. But this is school. 

"Frank Iero, you, my friend, are the first person to ever turn down free food and pity. You're amazing." He smiled. I hugged him lightly. 

"Why thank you Gerard." I smiled at him. Gerard looked forward, so I did to. Mikey was running down the hall, flailing a book in the air. "What the hell?" I whispered. 

"I GOT IT! GUYS, I GOT IT!" He was yelling, making everyone in the hallway look at him. People probably thought he just escaped the insane asylum by the way he looked right now. 

"Mikey, Mikey, calm down. Now what did you get, exactly?" Gerard asked his younger brother. 

"Chemical Romance." Mikey said, he was out of breath from all the running. 

"You got Chemical Romance?" I asked slowly. Trying to process what he was trying to say. 

"No, no, no. Chemical Romance. It's on the back of this book. We should use it as a band name!" Mikey said explained. He finally caught his breath. 

"My, Chemical, Romance." I said slowly. I was trying out the words. They were so foreign, but it fit. It was like those 3 words were meant to be together. It was like just those 3 simple words, could tell a story. 

"My Chemical Romance." Gerard copied me with a smile. "Mikey, you're a fucking genius." He said. 

Mikey smiled and then waved us goodbye. He promised to come over with everyone else for a band practice. 

******************************6 weeks later*******************************

"Can you stake me before the sun goes down? And as always, innocent like roller coasters. Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against because I've seen what they look like. Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading" Gerard finished. 

I let my hands fall to my sides. I was dripping with sweat. I was exhausted, but it was so fun to play. 

"We're My Chemical Romance. Thank you!" Gerard was panting. We've only been a band for a few weeks, so none of us were used to any of this. We were playing shows where ever we could. Everyone had the same idea, to make it as a real band. We knew that this is what we wanted to do for the rest of our lives. 

We walked around the small stage area, cleaning up our equipment. Though there wasn't much, we couldn't afford a lot of things. I mean right now we're surviving off of snacks and soda. We don't mind though. we'd do anything to be able to play music. 

We were about to walk back to the van when someone stopped us. 

"Wait, guys!" The person called. We turned around and set our things down, walking over to the anonymous person. 

"Yeah?" Ray asked. 

"I like you." The guy said with a smile. 

"Thanks." Mikey said. We all nodded and turned around, but the same guy called for us. 

"Guys, I don't think you understand. I'm from a record label." He explained. My eyes went wide. I looked at Gerard, then Bob, Then Ray, and finally Mikey. We all looked the same. 

After talking to the guy from the record label we were all sitting in the van. No one said a word. There was nothing to be said. We would've never expected someone to actually give us a record deal. it was just a thing we dreamed and hoped for. It never seemed real. To us it just wasn't a part of reality. 

"Guys," Ray started. 

"We just got," Mikey continued. 

"A fucking," Bob said.

"Record," I breathed.

"Deal." Gerard finished wide eyed. We all looked at each other. Then slowly, it all processed. We had made it. A slow smile crept up onto all of our faces. In a few minutes time we all were smiling like maniacs and talking uncontrollably.

"We have to write new songs." Gerard smiled even wider if that was possible. His smile was cute as hell. Well, wait, is hell cute?

"I have some great ideas." Bob interjected.

"So do I. This is gonna be perfect." Gerard said. He started the car and began to drive. We were dropping Bob and Ray off at their houses, then Mikey, Gerard and I were all gonna go to the Way house.

"Thanks guys! We'll be back soon for writing and recording!" Ray and Bob waved and walked into Ray's house. I guess Bob lives with Ray.

"I can not believe this. My mind won't let me believe this." Mikey was basically fangirling in the back seat of the Van.

"Calm down, Mikes." Gerard chuckled.

"This is fucking rad." I smiled. Gerard looked over at me and smiled. "I like it when you smile." He pointed out, making me blush slightly.

"Ewww guys. I don't wanna here your lovey dovey stuff." Mikey pouted.

"Love dovey stuff?" I questioned and laughed at his child like behaviour.

"Shut up, Iero." Mikey pointed his index finger at me. I flicked him on the forehead. He tried to jump in the front seat so he could flick me back. We were basically wrestling in the Van. Gerard just shook his head.

"Kids, kids, okay calm down!" Gerard yelled. Mikey and I quickly went back to silently sitting down. I had my arms across my chest and I was pouting. I was a little kid on the inside. Mikey was mirroring me.

"Okay, we're finally here." Gerard sighed. We all got out and ran into the house. Mr. and Mrs. Way were watching some movie. They paused it once we walked in the door. they looked at us expectantly.

Mikey, Gerard, and I all looked at each other with huge smiles. I held up a finger, counting to three. On the count of three we all cheered, "WE GOT A RECORD DEAL!" Gerard and Mikey's parents went wide eyed.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so proud of you kids." Mrs.Way said. She stood up and gave us all hugs. Mr.Way was still surprised, witting on the couch wide eyed. Just like the whole band did in the van after we found out.

He snapped out of it and stood up, hugging us all. "Frank, I bet your mother is proud of you up there." Gerard's mother put a hand on my shoulder. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. "I bet she is." I laughed.

"Gerard, Mikey, grandma Elena is proud to. She would've loved to see this." She said to Mikey and Gerard. Mikey hugged his mom, but Gerard just smiled slightly and shook his head. I knew it was tough to talk about her. I knew exactly how he felt. It must be even tougher having a friend, or boyfriend, whatever he classified me as, with the same condition that your grandma died from. It must be eating him alive on the inside. I felt bad for him. I was getting too close, but I was no way backing out on him. I needed him, and I was being selfish. But I knew he needed me as well. There wasn't anything anyone could ever do to make me give Gerard up.

Gerard and I walked back to my house and sat down on the couch. We were turned towards each other. "You're the best." I said and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around my small frame. I was so small compared to Gerard."I really like you, Frankie." He said.

"Gerard, what are we?" I pulled away and looked him in the eyes. A smile was forming on his face.

"We, Frankie, are humans. Two humans that need each other. Two humans that wouldn't mind making out on this couch." He pointed down, towards the couch. I smiled and laughed at him.

"You know what I meant you sassy fucker." I hit him in the arm.

"Be my boyfriend." It sounded like he was demanding me. But I didn't mind. He could boss me around as much as he liked.

"Okay." I whispered and kissed him. He layed on the couch, and I cuddled with him. "I really like you too, Gee." I said before I drifted off to sleep.

Today was like the perfect day. I wasn't scared, I was fearless today. And that was a huge change for me. I like changes, because routines are boring. I never even thought about cancer for one minute today. Just the music I was playing, and Gerard.

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 1. I'm scared of the thought that people don't take time to realize what they have

2. I'm scared of the thought of swallowing a simple pill.

3. I'm scared of the thought of someone giving me pity

4. I'm scared of the thought that one day, someone will know exactly what I'm thinking.

5. I'm scared of the thought, that I don't know what to think. 

6.I'm scared of the thought of  people reading my mind off of how I act or look. (Just like Gerard)

7. I'm scared to be alone. 

8. I'm scared of the dizzy and noxious feeling I get. 

9. I'm scared of telling people personal things about myself. 

10. I'm scared of eating in front of people. They'll judge me. 

11. I'm scared of death.

12. I'm scared of Mrs.Rodgers.

13. I'm scared to tell Gerard about my condition. 

14. I'm scared about my mom not being here.

15. I'm scared at how much I'm opening up to Gerard.

 16. I'm scared of the day Gerard finds out about my condition.

17. I'm scared of the feeling and emotion Gerard holds in himself. 

18. I'm scared because I might not live to see one day.

19. I'm scared of the thought of liking a routine. 

20. I'm scared of telling someone I love them. If they aren't my mom, that is.

21. I'm scared of someone being payed to care. 

22. I'm scared of false hope. 

23. Yet again, I'M SCARED OF DEATH.

24. I'm scared of people staring at me. 

25. I'm scared of falling in love with someone. 

26. I'm scared of a part of me, or myself being drawn. 

27. My own reflection scares me. I look like a zombie. 

28. I'm scared of Dennis

29. I'm scared of Gerard's parents knowing I have cancer.

30. I'm scared of slowly falling for someone. 

31. I'm scared of the thought that the person I'm falling for won't catch me.

32. I'm scared of getting butterflies (over someone)

33. I'm scared of how nice Gerard is. 

34. I'm scared of hurting Gerard. 

35. I'm scared I'll hurt Gerard if I tell him how I feel. 

36. I'm scared I'll hurt Gerard if I reject him.