I have never liked graveyards. From the age of about two, the things have always creeped me out. It was just kind of weird that to think that wherever you walk, wherever you stand there are corpses; dead people lie underneath you. When I'm in graveyards, I don't feel fully alive, and in fact I feel out of place and almost guilty for my still beating heart.

Her grave wasn't elaborate; just a grey tombstone hidden amongst others to the point of insignificance, and I don't like that - she was special, she is special. I want her to still be special, but we never had the money for anything particularly ornate.

And to the rest of the world, she was nothing more than another body littering our ground; six feet deep and taking a long, permanent sleep. I hated that more than anything else there inevitably was to hate in this goddamn world.

I thought of the woods as her grave as opposed to this mess, but I think seeing the inscription; her name upon stone calms me a little. It reminds me of when she was there to hold my hand and everything was alright, but it's not now, it's really not now.

I hate being alone.

I hate that my little baby fingers aren't hooked onto hers anymore.

I hate that I don't even have little baby fingers anymore.

I hate that I have fingers that are too big to hold a mother's hand.

I hate this all.

I hate being without her.

And I hate how within seconds my eyes are too clouded with tears for the inscription to be readable any longer.

"Eva Iero." A voice read my mother's name off the tombstone, breath brushing against my ear as his words came from behind me. "It's a pretty name."

I nodded into the silence, not at all panicked, because the voice was familiar and some could even say far too familiar for my liking. Maybe this is for the best, because even though this guy isn't anywhere close to her, at least I'm not alone.

"Hello Gerard." I sighed into nothingness, letting my words drift away amidst the white nicotine circles that flew past with the wind.

"Hey Frankie." He mumbled in response, his voice muffled as he squeezed the cigarette between his lips, leaning into me a little. The air felt empty without the lulling sensation of the smoke passing past me, but before long, everything was back to normal and he was blowing his cigarette smoke past my ear.

Annoyingly close to my ear actually - it kind of tickled and I wanted to squirm, but this was Gerard's cigarette smoke and as soon as i reminded myself of that fact, I didn't even care how close his smoke went to me, and in fact I wanted him to blow out little wispy nicotine breaths right down my throat.

"She's dead, Gee." The words tumbled out, the tears coming shortly after. "She's fucking dead-" My words were cut off by him spinning me around to face him and pulling me into his side. My skin didn't even tingle when he pressed against it, because I was entirely far too preoccupied with the streams of tears down my burning cheeks and the soul shattering matter at hand.

"I know, Frankie. I know." He mumbled into my shoulder, running his fingers down my back in an effort to soothe me, but it wasn't all that successful, because this was more than a caress me into relaxation kind of issue. This was an 'I don't give a damn what you do about it, because despite who you think you are, nothing you can say or do will make this better at all' kind of issue.

"I feel guilty for not going to see her grave; she's my mother- I... I deserve this don't I? For being a shitty son? I'm a disappointment I know-" I hated graveyards, but I hated feeling like a shitty excuse for a son even more.

"You're nothing but perfect, Frankie." He held me at arm's length, his hazel eyes meeting with mine and I found myself watching the golden flecks stir around those brown / green whirlpools that reminded me of the forest in fall. It was beautiful; he was beautiful. "I promise."

"He just-"

"Your dad's pathetic for doing this to you - you're better than him, Frankie. Okay?" He was far too insistent upon the whole matter but I soon found myself wondering as to why I could have ever even fathomed expecting anything else from someone like Gerard Way.

"Okay." I mumbled, not entirely agreeing with him, but going along with it simply to prevent arguments. Gerard tended to win arguments, and in fact, he was quite brutal about them. "I told him that she wouldn't want him to do this. It really affected him."

"Good." Gerard spat the words out like a great hasteless chunk of an unfortunately bitter apple.

"He just told me to leave and I did before he changed his mind, but fuck, I feel like it's my fault-"

"It's not, Frankie. It's not at all." He let out his reassurance in an unfortunately susurrate tone.

I nodded, just letting myself believe him as much as I could because every word that left Gerard's lips was worth listening to. Even the lustful part of me could have figured that out. "I hate graveyards - they creep me out."

Gerard chuckled, his mouth forming into an unnervingly beautiful grin, showing a full set of cute little white teeth, "I love graveyards, and ironically for precisely that reason. I just find it kind of cool- creepy is cool... I guess."

I stifled a smile, not quite understanding as to which degree of sanity Gerard was speaking from, that is if he was speaking with any sanity behind his words at all. "It just kind of unsettles me how right now - we're stood on dead people. This whole place is full of dead people."

"Yeah, I tend to prefer the dead to the living." I raised my eyebrows at that. "People are such a hassle sometimes, don't you think?"

"Mmm..." I let out a long sigh, remnant to how Gerard exhales a full breath of nicotine. "You sure you're not a necrophiliac?"

"Nah, last time I checked that pretty little heart of yours was still beating." I found myself blushing at that one without a doubt; my cheeks tingling a pink colour and my lips pulled up into some stupidly awkward smile as I tried to pass it off as nothing, but I was quite evidently, not doing the best of jobs at all.

"Yeah, it's beating pretty fast right now." I confessed, my heart beat only quickening as the words left my slightly ajar lips.

"Is that so?" He whispered, entangling his fingers with my hair and further diminishing the distance between us.

"Yeah..." I let out a shaky breath as I watched his gaze. I watched his eyes and I noted how beautiful they were, and just how much I wanted to pin him down and kiss him, but we were in a fucking graveyard and it was barely appropriate.

"Do you think it's because I'm about to kiss you?"

"Prob-" I couldn't finish my answer before his lips were on mine and somehow, everything was okay again. His lips were the mexiletine to my unsteady heartbeat, evening everything out as our lips moved in sync, the passion flowing between us within the medium of shared saliva that tasted of nicotine, coffee and just a little of skittles.

"Yeah, I'm sure now." He whispered as he pulled away, his fingers raking back out through my already messed up hair. I didn't care though; Gerard had just kissed me. How on earth could I possibly care?

I grinned as he entwined our fingers, dragging me down through the rows of graves. "It's weird to think how all of these people were people like you and I once."

"Yeah." I agreed, watching the inscribed names fly past my vision. All these people that I never knew and never could know - it made my head hurt to be honest.

"I'm worried about you, Frankie." He sighed, stopping and letting our eyes meet once more. "I'm scared that one day you'll end up here."

"I'm worried about you too, Gee." I confessed, biting my lip, as my eyes drifted in exactly the opposite direction.

"Don't be - I'm fine." He protested, being unimaginably stubborn, like usual.

"I could say the same, Gee."

"Yet you didn't."

"Because I know that you're far too stubborn to take any of my bullshit." He chuckled at that, because of course, he knew that was nothing but true.

"You're right about that, I guess." He grinned, his mouth opening to those pretty little teeth again. I swear he was fucking flawless.

"I think Mikey hates me." I wasn't sure if I was going to talk to Gerard about the entirety of what I'd said to his brother, but with a second thought I wondered if I'd need to considering the inevitability of Mikey informing Gerard of just about every word that left my lips.

"We're in the same boat then." He noticed my unamused expression after a few seconds. "How did you piss him off, Frankie?" He let out a sigh, almost as if he was tired of hearing about his younger brother's existence entirely.

"I told him I was gay." The words kind of just fell out, unprepared for the impact they could have.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

He drew in a deep breath of nicotine, the smoke blowing in the opposite direction to me this time. I sighed; I had become an addictive second hand smoker, if it was even possible. "I could see why he wouldn't like that."

"I'm not quite sure why I said it." I confessed, letting the words reverberate before they finally faded out to nothing.

"I'm not quite sure why you said it either."

"Mikey's an asshole." I said after a few minutes, not sure how on earth to continue our conversation and of course as to whether I'd fucked up entirely or only just marginally.

"Aren't we all?"

"Aren't we all." I agreed and Gerard hit me with a grin, far too smug to see me agree with him. The selfish bastard. Dear god, I loved him.

"Did I ever tell you how perfect you are, Frankie?"

"Did I ever tell you- holy shit is that a fire?" My words were interrupted as my eyes caught onto something flaming and far too close for comfort. The words that had almost made my heart stop, now a mere nothingness as my head focused upon something else entirely. The order of relevancy was something to be battled with endlessly, so I just let it be.

Gerard pulled me forward as he strained to get a better look, his grip tightening around my wrist almost possessively. "Yeah, there are these kids that decided burning down the woods would be a great idea-"

"They're going to burn down the woods - we have to stop them." I didn't quite know where my sudden burst of courage had come from but I appreciated it nonetheless. The woods were special to me though, more than special in fact.

"Not sure that's such a good idea, but-"

I stopped dead in my tracks, my grip around Gerard's hand tightening to the point I was close to cutting off his circulation entirely.

"What?" He turned back and eyed me cautiously almost as if I could shatter at any moment.

"We have to go." I insisted, tugging on his hand, because those just weren't any stupid kids that decided upon a sudden spurt of pyromania today, they were The Killers and any moment now they were going to notice me.

"Wh-"

"Those are the kids that beat me and Mikey up." I finally pushed the words out, letting them take full impact upon Gerard within mere seconds.

"Mikey was friends with those guys?" Gerard pulled a disgusted expression and I would have chuckled if my stomach wasn't currently focused upon tying itself into a series of knots increasing in tightness.

"Gerard just please we have to go." And then before I knew what was happening, Gerard had picked me up and was carrying me on his back, heading out of the graveyard. "Gerard-"

"Hold on and stop whining you little bitch." He looked up at me with a smirk and I took a moment to admire just how pretty his eyes were, and in fact just how pretty all of him was. Gerard Way was fucking pretty, but as if I hadn't noticed it before.

I tangled my fingers in his mess of fire truck red hair as he ran off, not stopping and putting me down until we were safely far enough away in the abandoned play park across the highway. This place was always empty ever since parents found out that this was Jersey's weed hotspot and of course once the smokers found out people knew they evacuated like a swarm of geese.

It was kind of creepy but calming at the same time; it looked like the kind of place to have ghosts, if there ever was one. Ghosts kind of creeped me out, so I was assured that Gerard would be their number one fan by no doubt.

"Do you think ghosts exist?" I asked him out of nowhere and he just let out a little chuckle.

"I think you're cute, Frank. Ghosts though, I don't know."

"Me too." He raised his eyebrows. "To both statements. Okay, fine you're cute too."

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We sat on the swings and I tried not to wince as they creaked when you swung too high. Gerard tried not to swing too high for me, but he was a massive kid and it wasn't working. For a twenty two year old, Gerard made a pretty good seven year old; it was as if the past fifteen years had swerved away from him entirely.

"You're a fucking kid, dude." I laughed as he propelled himself into the air, then shivering as the creak of rusty metal made its intrusive way into my eardrums. It just creeped me out as I imagined little ghost children squeaking and pulling on the rusty metal chains.

"You can't take squeaky metal, so shut the fuck up." He did grind to a halt though, swinging half-heartedly like me. Well, it wasn't even swinging, I was kind of just sat down and the swing kept moving.

"Are you okay, Gee?" I looked up into his hazel eyes as the words tumbled from my lips.

"What do you mean?" He made a poor attempt at avoiding the question.

"Mikey's giving you a lot of shit. I was scared it was affecting you, I just... yeah. I sound pathetic."

"No, Frankie. It's just weird... no one's really asked me that besides you." He sighed, bringing the cigarette that was barely anything more than a stump by now to his lips once more.

"I hate that, you know. Gerard you're so important and I don't understand why no one else realises." He chucked, blushing just a little at my flattery.

"I don't deserve you, Frank - that's for sure."

"That's a lie." I hit him with stern eyes, putting a firm end to his stubborn bullshit.

"I don't think Mikey's homophobic you know- uhh with the whole gay thing. I just... I think he's scared of the idea of us. Well, maybe not even scared, I kind of just think he's jealous."

"Jealous?" I wasn't expecting that one.

"Hmm... I don't know - I'm not good with emotions and Mikey's far too good at hiding them."

"You're far too good at hiding yours too - it pisses me off."

"Well I'm sorry." He let out a sarcastic comment, bringing out a giggle in me and causing him to do nothing but mimic me, the sarcastic demeanour shattering within seconds.

"Gee..." I inhaled what felt like all the air in the playground and several ghosts at once. "About the whole Mikey thing... he asked me if we were dating today and then he asked me if I liked you."

"Oh... what did you say?"

"I lied." I took another deep sigh. "Gee, what are we?"

"Humans, alive, guys-"

"No, I mean what are we? The two of us... how do... we define ourselves as a..."

"As a couple?" My breath hitched. "Is that what you're trying to say, Frankie?" His face broke into a smirk as he noticed just how this was affecting me. "I don't know."

"Mikey thinks we're boyfriends." Gerard let out a half-hearted chuckle. "Are we boyfriends?"

"That sounds a little bit gay, doesn't it?"

"That's kind of the point, Gee." I noted, biting my lip with damn nerves.

"Yeah, I guess. Do you want to be uhm... boyfriends?"

"We're going to have to think of a better name than that." He nodded in agreement. "Together? It's a bit vague, but..."

"So are we together then, Frankie?" He asked, the corners of his lips twitching up into what I presumed could be a smile.

"You're twenty two-"

"Fuck off." He put his head in his hands. "Never before have I been reminded of my own age in the space of a few days so much."

"Sorry, it's just the fact that- damn, it doesn't matter, you're you Gee, and that's important, yeah?" I let out a deep breath, pushing the matter of his age aside for what I hoped would be the last time.

"Yeah, you'll be eighteen soon as well."

"Yeah." I agreed, eagerly anticipating my eighteenth birthday, so I wouldn't be a kid anymore, and the two of us could just be adults that were a little bit in love. "So, boyfriends?"

"I thought we weren't going to call it that." He winked at me.

"Whatever we call it, it's just a label - all that matters is that you're mine and I'm yours."

"That's the cutest thing I've ever heard. "He got up from his swing. "Make room."

"What?" My questioned couldn't be answered before he was sat on the tiny swing with me, his legs wrapped around my hips, leaving me to cling onto his side so I didn't fall off. "Fuck, Gee."

"Surprised you, did I?" He winked at me and I swear I could kill him, but i didn't because he looked far too goddamn pretty like this.

"I'm going to fall off." I protested, but he didn't seem to pay much attention.

"Well you better hold on tight then." He placed my hands around his neck and pulled me onto his lips.

The kissing got a little too intense soon enough, leaving my falling backwards off the swing onto the thankfully soft surface underneath, and Gerard falling right on top of me, however this in no way hindered his ability to kiss me, the boy keeping me pinned to the floor as his lips dominated mine.

"Can you stop long enough to allow me to breathe?" I asked and he chucked, reluctantly pulling away.

"You're too adorable - I can't help it."

"In no way is that an excuse, Gee."

"Whatever." he shrugged.

"If Mikey could see us now he'd think-"

"He can think what he likes because I don't give a damn, sugar."

"Nor do I, Gee, nor do I." I assured Gerard; I assured Gerard, my boyfriend.

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