This is a really shitty fic. I kind of like the concept at the end, but meh. It wrote half last night and the rest in math class. So...it isn't really oneshot. Deal.

Gerard and Frank Era: Danger Days- The Grey Tank Top™ days  

Enjoy~~

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 "I just wanted to take the mic for a sec' and thank you all so much for what you've done for us!" Frank hollered into the microphone. The audience of about 100,000 people screamed in response. Frank only grinned. He looked to his right. Ray stood, guitar slung carelessly around his back, just like Frank's. His frizzy-fro must've blocked his view, but he still smiled. Mikey was behind him, so he couldn't really see him. And Gerard was off to his left. Gerard. Gerard Way. His hazel eyes gleamed in the bright stage lights. Sweat glistened on his pale skin, his red hair stuck to his forehead. He looked absolutely perfect.

"You have all supported us for so long, and I can't thank you enough!" Frank continued. "You mean so much to me, and I wouldn't be here without you."

The crowd went absolutely wild at this.

"But in all honesty, I'm talking about someone in particular," Frank said. Everyone went very quiet, it was unsettling to the whole band. "I'm talking about Gerard." The audience whooped and screamed. People shipped Frerard so heavy these days. It didn't help with all the shit they did on stage. Frank and Gerard had been dating ever since Frank officially joined the band, they hinted at it quite often.

Frank looked over at Gerard, who was blushing like mad. Frank stepped over a few feet and intertwined his hands, making Gerard blush more. The fans got even louder.

"This man right here made my dream come true by letting me join this band," Frank said. "I'm living the dream right now. He helped me through my depression, helped me boost my confidence, has been the best friend I've ever had, and hopefully," He said. Gerard shot a quizzical look at him. Frank pulled a small box out of his pocket and got down on one knee. The fans screams pierced their ears, but Frank couldn't hear them over his heart pounding in his ears. He lifted the top of the box, revealing a black diamond ring, "Hopefully he'll be the best and only husband I'll ever have."

Gerard's face was redder than his hair, tears mixed with his sweat, and his body shook with sobs.

"Gerard Arthur Way," Frank smiled. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" Gerard shrieked. It was audible even without the mic. Frank quickly slipped the ring on his finger and hugged him. It took a little while to settle the crowd down, and Frank was sure the fans didn't believe him. Gerard was too busy admiring Frank and his ring to notice anything.

"I know half of you won't believe us. But Gee and I have actually been dating for years now. We really have. This was a real engagement, we have a real relationship, this is real love," And with that, a gunshot broke through. Screams were the only things heard as Frank looked around frantically. His ears finally stopped ringing and he heard the fans yelling "Gerard! Gerard!" over and over again.

Frank whipped his head to Gerard, and sure enough Gerard was on the stage floor, his grey tanktop soaked in blood. He didn't appear to be breathing either. Frank dropped the mic with a big "boom" and ran to Gerard. As he cradled his dying fiance, he saw a group of girls getting dragged to the exit. One had a gun in hand. He screamed.

((*time skip 5 years later*))

"Yeah...he was assassinated by a fan, right after I proposed to him," Frank said to the interviewer. "It was at a concert, one of our bigger ones.

"And why do you think the fan did it?" She asked,

"The fangirls are crazy...they," His voice shook and he cleared his throat. "When the girl who killed Gee was tried, she said that she didn't want to see me with anyone but herself."

"That's...shocking," The interviewer said. The interview finished soon after and Frank drove home. Oh, how he wanted to crash, but he was in the middle of making an album. He couldn't just leave his fans hanging like he had to when Gerard died. Right in the middle of Danger Days...it was Gee's favorite one too. He pulled over, a panic attack setting in. He reached for his phone and dialed Gee's number, before cursing and redialing Ray's. After all these years...

"Ray Toro," Ray said.

"Dude, can you pick me up on 98. I'm not gonna be able to make it home," Frank explained trying to regulate his breathing. Ray didn't question him, as this happened a lot.

Frank was home, safe. He went into Gerard's art studio. Everything was left as it was when Gerard left. He ran his fingers over and unfinished painting. He walked around the room, admiring the walls. He walked back over to the unfinished painting. It was some sort of pink, furry looking creature sitting on a bench. Sketched next to the creature was Gerard, he knew it was. He didn't understand the picture, and he never would. He sighed and walked out of the studio. He walked into the music room and sat in Gerard's red bean bag.

"Hey Gee..." He said softly. A swirl of dust was noticeable in a sun ray, Frank smirked. "I wish I knew what that picture meant."

The dust settled on an old, vinyl record. He walked over and looked at the record. "Frank Sinatra, Solo Album" was scrawled across the cover in Gerard's messy handwriting.

"You were working on a solo album cover?" Frank asked in disbelief. "What about our band? When did you plan to leave?"

A small drift mad the pages on a calendar flutter. Frank rushed over and looked through it. A date was circled, but that wasn't important. In big letters, "Tell the guys" was written.

"You were..." Frank looked at the piano. The room felt eerily empty. "Hey, hey. No, it's okay. I'd been thinking about going solo too..." He admitted. Dust swirled around him and Frank smiled.

"I wish Ray and Mikey could understand that your still here, kind of," Frank shrugged. "You think you'd been in any room that had your ashes in them? Is that how that works?" The door creaked open and Frank knew he'd left. He chuckled. "Obviously not."

He walked into the kitchen and watched the candle flicker out. The shades were blown open, bathing the room in light. Frank groaned, hating the light. He walked over and closed the shades again. He when turned around, the chair had been moved slightly and he stubbed his toe.

"Ow! Fine!" He exclaimed. He ripped the curtains opened and collasped in the chair. The dust settled around him.

For the first time in 5 years, Frank felt content. He held the black diamond ring up in front of his face.

"It looked nicer on your hand...even if it was for a few minutes," He sighed.

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Yee!

Also, math class is fucking great. Pandora played 1 TOP song, 2 P!ATD song, NA NA NA!!!, I got to write fanfiction the whole time, my teacher's daughter listens to MCR, and my teachers loves MCR herself!

My friend also left me lotion to help me with scratching, and my girlfriend gave me her bracelet, and it gives of v good vibes.

This is a good day.

Thanks!(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧