Today is finally the day, it's pride fest! Me and Mikey, not yet being out to our parents, have already come up with an excuse.

"Hey, mom. Me and Mikey are gonna hang with Pete today, just so you know where we are."

"Okay sweetheart, be back by 11."

"Got it, love you mom." I plant a kiss on her cheek and Mikey follows right after. We both head out the door and make our way to Petes house.

When we finally arrive, we're greeted by a very friendly woman, who we refer to as, 'Mrs. Wentz'

"Hello, boys! Oh, it's so nice to see you." She says while beginning to pull the two of us into a hug.

"Hi, Mrs. Wentz." Me and Mikey say in unison.

"Pete's upstairs getting ready for the parade thing you three are going to."

"Thanks." Mikey replies, as we both make our way upstairs to Pete's room.

We don't bother knocking, and open the door to Pete painting his right cheek with the gay flag.

"Hey, guys. What do ya think?" Pete says, gesturing to his colorful face.

"Well," I begin, "it really fits your personality."

Mikey giggles, "Yeah, no shit."

"I know, right? I'm gonna paint both of your faces too, you can't say no."

Both of us, without hesitation, agree. I get the pansexual flag on my left cheek, and the gay flag on my right. Mikey gets the gay flag on both of his cheeks, while Pete begins to paint his left cheek like the bisexual flag. After the face painting, Pete grabs a gigantic bag out of his closet.

"What's that?" I ask gesturing to the bag.

"This is for Mikey," Pete begins, pulling out a rainbow colored flag and shirt, while handing it to Mikey, "and this is for Gee." He pulls a pansexual colored flag and shirt out of the bag and hands it to me.

"Holy shit, this is awesome!" Mikey exclaims, pulling Pete in for an amorous hug.

"Yeah, it's fucking dope." I say, "Thanks."

"No problem bro. You  guys mean the world to me, it's the least I could do." Pete insists

I nod and pull off my current band shirt only to quickly slip on the more colorful and pride ridden shirt. Mikey and Pete do the same, soon after, the three of us tie the flags around our necks and wearing them as capes.

"This is so fucking dope!" Pete exclaims 'We're, like, gay superheroes or some shit!"

"Our back stories ougtta be tragic enough." Mikey mumbles, and suddenly, the room grows quiet. This quiet is soon interrupted by Petes mom rushing in, clearly excited.

"Hurry up boys, we're going to be late!" 

"It's fine, mom." Pete reassures her.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Mikey laughs at Mrs. Wentz's urgency.

"Alrighty then, pile in boys."

The four of us slip into the car and start riding in the direction of pride fest. We get there within minutes.

"Just call when you'd like to get picked up." Mrs. Wentz informs us.

"You're not staying?" I ask, confused.

"I've got to clean house while I have the chance." She laughs.

I smile, "Goodbye then, Ma'am."

"I'll see you boys in a bit, okay?"

"Alright, mom. Love you. Bye." Pete goes to the car window and reaches through to give his mother a hug. And with that, she rides off.

"Well," Pete begins, turning towards Mikey and I. "What do you guys wanna do first?"

"Let's go see if any queens have a show going on right now. But also watch out for cute boys and familiar faces." I say, gesturing towards the large group of people who had already gathered here. They nod and we begin to go our separate ways, all in search of a fun activity that we'd be interested in. Some time passes and I end up participating in a karaoke contest with another attendant of the festival, and buying at least $50 bucks worth of pride accessories, which includes things such as, pins/buttons, hats, bracelets, glasses, and shirts.

After some exploring, I find Pete and Mikey successfully. They had somehow started dating in the roughly 3 hours we have been at the festival. 

"Hey, me and Pete are gonna go look at the souvenirs, Okay? Go find yourself somebody, there's bound to be someone willing to hang out with you other than us." Mikey laughs the last part, resulting in me punching him in the arm.

They two walk off, hands locked together, leaving me by myself once again. 

"I guess making a few new friends couldn't hurt." I say to myself. I decide to go and search for some people I could hang out with. I soon spot someone, they're wearing a Misfits shirt and some black skinny jeans. They also have a black jean jacket with iron on rainbows and different pride flags. They're shorter than me and they appear to be holding some kind of stringed instrument, looking to be a guitar, according to the number of strings it possesses. I approach them.

"Hey," I begin, looking at the ground. "I just seen your shirt and I-" Just then, I look up from the ground, to see the persons face.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I ask angrily. Guess who it is. Frank motherfucking Iero. Yes, the same Frank Iero who has beat me up several times, just because I'm gay. The same Frank Iero who has made me scar my arms countless times, the same Frank Iero who can make me wish I would just die and finally end it all. All the scars and bruises, including physical, mental, and emotional damage. Yet still the one who my lips ache to kiss, my hands ache to touch, and my heart aches to love. Frank Iero is going to be the cause of my death one way or another.

"Gerard, I-I can explain, please I'm-"

"Shut the fuck up!" I growl. "There's not a damn thing you can say."

"Please jus-"

"I said 'shut the fuck up', I'm not talking to you!"

"Then don't talk," Frank says. "Just listen."

Frank takes a deep breath and begins, "I'm so sorry Gerard, for everything I've ever done to you, every time I called you 'faggot', more of my heart shrivels away."

"Then why the fuck did you say it?!" I ask, tears brimming my eyes. "Why did you do all of that shit if it hurt you to do it?! You think you feel bad, imagine how we feel, how everyone here has felt at one point in their life. You don't have that homophobic shit yelled at you on an everyday basis. You don't deserve to be here and you fucking know it!"

Frank just sits there, shocked, almost. 

"How many scars do you have from getting beaten everyday? How many notes do you get in your locker telling you to kill yourself? How many times did you actually try it, after the moment you found the first note?" At this point, I'm forcing my words through broken sobs. Frank still continues to stand there silently, as his expression changes from shocked to guilty.

I put my arm out, pointing to the many, many self harm scars, some old, some new. "How many of these do you have?" I ask harshly, venom laced in my voice. This is when Frank decides to speak again, on the verge of tears.

Frank walks up to me and lightly caresses my forearm. "I did this to you?" he chokes out.

At this moment, I just fall to the ground, sobbing my eyes out. 

"Why the fuck am I so stupid?!" Frank asks himself, through broken sobs. "Gerard, fuck. I'm so sorry! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! You'll never forgive me for anything. There's no point in apologizing for all of the shit I put you through. God, I'm such a piece of shit! I never wanted to hurt you!"

"What the hell did you expect to happen, you fucking idiot?! You have absolutely destroyed my entire life! I can't look at my body without being met with a scar from your beatings. But my body Isn't the only part of me you've destroyed. I have you on my mind 24/7. Everyday, I always have at least a little bit of hope that you decide to steer clear of me and my life, the hurt you put me through isn't just physical. It hurts my heart even more because, I fucking love you! I love your bitch ass and I always will no matter what pain you put me through. But you don't give a fuck, do you? If it's not something you want then you just ignore it, right?" I laugh sadly. "You're a fucking hypocritical monster, you'll never change." I've stopped crying and I'm just sitting on the ground, waiting for Frank's bullshit response.

"Y-You... Love me?" Frank asks, he has also stopped crying. "I-... Why? I'm such a shit person, and you especially shouldn't like me in any way. In your head, I'd expect to see plenty of different schemes that include my imminent demise, this makes no fucking sense."

"Yeah," I laugh, "love's a bitch. It never makes any fucking sense. I've gotten used to questioning myself at this point. You'd never love me back, though. That's the bitch abou-" I'm cut off by Franks lips crashing into mine as I'm being pulled up from my spot on the ground. I'm shocked at first, but I soon melt into the kiss. For a few minutes, we make out, but it's not heated and quick, it's slow and passionate. I separate from the kiss, breathless with one of Franks hands on my cheek, and the other caressing my chin.

"I love you too." Frank smiles.

"If you love me, why did you beat me up everyday?"

"I only did that for my piece of shit 'friends'. If you can even call them that." Frank says, "I know, it's an absolutely dumbass thing to do. I can't hate myself enough for it, but I promise you, that will never happen again."

"I knew there was a reason I feel this way about you." I say giggling.

"Really? Do you forgive me?" Frank asks, clearly confused.

"Only if you promise me one thing."

"What?"

"That you'll never leave me." I lean back in for another kiss. This one is drawn out much more than the last one. Our lips would only disconnect when our giggles break through.

When the kiss finally ends, Frank smiles at me. "I promise."

"Does this mean-" I begin

"I'm officially dating the most amazing person in the world." Frank giggles.

Me and Frank are standing there for a couple seconds, when Pete and Mikey come walking towards the two of us.

"Hey, Gerard. Did you find any-" Pete begins, but stops himself when he sees Frank standing there with me.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Come to ruin more people's lives? You've come to the wrong place if you expect to be all badass and douchey." Mikey growls, getting insanely close to his face.

"Whoa, whoa. Chill out guys. He's cool." I say, moving Mikey back to his spot standing next to Pete.

"What the hell do you mean? He's an absolute dick hole!" Pete exclaims as Mikey looks at me, absolutely baffled.

"He only did that because of his jackass friends."

"That's no fucking excuse." Mikey says.

"He's never gonna do that shit again. He ditched those assholes. Trust me, guys. There's gotta be a god damned reason for my feelings. He's a good person. He was fucking scared. All three of us know how it feels. The only thing he did different, was try to keep from getting targeted. And it worked. He was never a bad person, he just thought he had to act like one to keep from the harassment. Please just give him a chance. For my sake." I explain. The two of them look at each other and smile.

"Alright, but if he fucks up, he better be prepared to get a foot shoved up his ass." Mikey says giving Frank a stern glare.

Pete walks up to Frank, "If you even think about hurting him, one more fucking time, you'll be lucky if you wake up the next morning." Pete growls extremely close to Frank's face.

"I promise the both of you that Gerard's happiness will be my top priority." Frank laughs nervously.

"Good." Pete and Mikey say in unison.

"Yay!" I yell, and tackle Frank over to steal another kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too, Gerard."

~

Hey, it's me! Happy pride month everybody! ❤💛💚💙 I've also got a question for whoever reads and enjoys this; Would you be happy if I wrote this in Frank's P.O.V? If it matters to you, either pm me or write on my message board or just simply comment on this story. I enjoy getting ideas from other people. Im also working on a new chapter of 'Beautifully depressing' my frerard, so be looking out for that by the end of the month. I love you all, stay alive ||-//