"Gerard?" My eyes widened as I came up to my house only to find none other than the unmistakeably fiery red haired figure perched upon the fence, gradually smoking his way through a packet of Marlboro.

"Frank." He pushed his lips into a smile as he faced me, dragging out a nicotine filled breath as rolled his eyes down my ripped jeans for a period of time that was prolonged just enough to be suspicious yet not enough for me to call him out upon it without him calling me out upon the fact that I was taking notice of that kind of thing. Which I totally wasn't by the way - my eyes, they just drifted there, you know?

"Any reason you're sat outside my house?" I looked behind him and into the windows, squinting to try and make out the figure of my father as I prayed he hadn't noticed my boyfriend on full display in our front yard. He wouldn't take well to the fact that I had a boyfriend, yet alone the fact that it was someone like Gerard. I could see that my father and Gerard would disagree on just about everything, the number one factor though, being Gerard's hair.

He shrugged, following my gaze behind him, leaving me to pray he wouldn't appear at that moment to be met by none other than Gerard's piercing hazel eyes. "Wanted to see you." He then turned back to me, brows furrowed in confusion.

"What are you looking at?" The words left his lips easily, yet he didn't turn back for another glance. He seemed only mildly curious, and he most likely only cared because I did, and at face value that was indeed a lovely gesture, but this was Gerard and things went deeper than that.

"Nothing." I shrugged it off, my eyes drifting to the floor, not entirely sure how I'd even fathom tackling explaining this to Gerard, so I just pushed it off, saying I didn't want to. Surely that was easier.

"Don't lie to me, Iero." He met with skeptical eyes and an expression that was everything but pleased.

"I just-" I met his eyes, watching as his pupils dilated a little in contact with me. "Don't take this the wrong way- I just don't want him to see you." The final words came out slowly and barely audible, almost as if he might hear us from the house- if he even was in the house, that was.

Gerard nodded, finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out on the pavement with his heel, and then relighting another within a mere few seconds. "I get it."

"Thank god-"

"I'm your little secret. I'm like your slut - we're having an affair or something. You're cheating on your heterosexuality with me-" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No, Gerard did not get it. It was absolutely nothing like that, I- I, just, my dad he couldn't know.

I blushed a terrible shade of red as Gerard's accusation fell over me completely, leaving me to wonder just what the hell he thought of me really. "No, no, no. It's not - you're my boyfriend, I- I-"

"I don't care; it's kind of hot, actually." He glanced up at me with a wink, sliding his lighter back into the box and pocketing his Marlboro. "Don't look at me like that, Frankie." He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and fuck, what had gotten myself into, with someone so fucking attractive and damn irrestible, who also happened to be ruining all aspects of my previous life, but somehow, I just didn't care at all.

"Like what?" He pouted his lips around his cigarette, hollowing out his cheeks as he released a smoky breath.

"That look there." He pointed at my face in a vague gesture, causing his cigarette to slip out a little between his fingers. He muttered a profanity I didn't quite catch as he struggled not to drop it. "That look where you're biting your lip and you're looking at me with those big hazel eyes like you want to drop everything and run away with me to start a family of gypsy children."

"I think you need to brush up a little on your expression reading skills." I choked my words out as the laughter came through, because not only was Gerard fucking hot, he was damn well cute too, and I knew that slowly and surely, he would be the absolute death of me.

He chuckled, the smoke dispersing around the presence of his hot, breathy laughter. "Whatever you say, Frankie. Whatever you say."

"Did I ever tell you how much I love it when you call me that?" I let a grin twist around my face, "when you call me Frankie."

"No, only how much you hate it - at least four months ago though. When we first met." He grinned at me, and I let the memories flood back to me in a manner akin to a rampant tidal wave.

"God, I hated you." I let out a sigh,

He giggled a little at that. "I hated you more though, honey." I nodded and he got up and he started to walk down the road, leaving me with nothing more than the assumption that I should probably follow him. Even if he didn't want me to, I did, because I wanted to, and surely that counted for something too.

"I didn't let you call me Frankie at first, because... only my mum called me that. She used to take me to the woods and we'd be free and everything was just perfect and okay... she was my favourite person in the world and she meant everything. And 'Frankie' sort of connected me to those memories and to her, but now... you matter like she does, and you're my favourite person and-"

"Fuck, don't say that, Frank." I winced as he renounced the nickname, because I fucking missed it already. "She was your mother, and I'm just some fucked up guy."

"Yeah, you're just some fucked up guy that I happen to be in love with." The words tumbled from my lips all too carelessly, and then he grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me back to face him, leaving me with nothing but to regret the carelessness with which the words fell from my lips.

"You don't mean that." He sounded scared, he sounded fucking terrified, as his grip on my wrists tightened.

"Gerard Way," I met his eyes, and I let myself be careless again, because now it felt like it was all I could do. "I am in love with you."

"Oh." He breathed out.

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows, not at all impressed with his lack of respect regarding my stint of carelessness. "Did you not expect this- what did you think boyfriends meant then? Did you... did you just think I was some slut? What the hell did you think, Gerard? You're fucking-"

"Frank-"

"Don't even try to fucking stop me, now. You're scared now? Now that I know your little secret and that none of this was even real? You used me didn't you, Gerard? Now how does that feel? Did it feel good-"

"Frank, shut the fuck up!" His words finally burst through my arrogance.

"No. I don't listen to assholes like you-" My carelessness had really taken control here, leaving a small helpless version of who I am locked inside my heart as I pushed Gerard away, not letting him inside with me.

"I'm breaking up with you." I stopped at once. My blood stopping in my veins and my face turning to a ghostly complexion. I didn't want this; I didn't want this at all. And even the careless stood down for this.

"Gerard, please-"

"I'm not, Frank. I just wanted you to listen. Whether we split is your decision, but I'd rather you decide after I have the chance to explain." I nodded at him to continue. "Love. Love is a complex emotion, Frank. And I just... I don't know what love is not yet... and I don't know whether you do either. I really like you, Frank. I like everything about you - you're perfect, you're beautiful, and you mean a lot to me. But I have no idea what love is, and honestly that's what I'm scared of. I'm pathetically scared of love, because it's one emotion I can't suppress with any amount of destruction or anger. And that's how I work - I'm just a coward really, and now I've found something I can't hide from, I find myself running for it, and running like hell."

"Oh my god you asshole!" I exclaimed, and he met me with a weak smile. "Don't be scared, Gee." I met his gaze with sympathetic eyes. "I promise things won't go wrong."

"You can promise, but I can't." He paused, biting down on his lip hard enough for me not to be surprised when blood shot out of it. "Frank, mum's not pleased I'm not going to therapy anymore, and she's trying to possibly even put me in a ward so I have to see someone - I'm not healthy, I-"

"I promise for the both of us then." He looked uneasy, but he nodded regardless.

"Are you sure that you really love me, anyway? Am I the kind of guy you want to be in love with?" He shook his head, completely unaware as to just how I felt about him. "I'm a mess."

"I'm sure, and you're the only guy I'd ever want to be in love with." I met him with sincere eyes as I sincerely hoped he just understood.

"How, how do you know?" He stammered his words out, biting his lip with nerves as he glanced up at me.

"If it hurts this much, then it must be love." I continued, looking anywhere apart from his eyes. "I love you."

"I can't say it back, Frank-"

"Frankie." I corrected him automatically, because I need things back to normal again, I wanted him to be my Gee and I wanted to be his Frankie.

"Frankie." He sighed out, his eyes straying away from mine. "I can't say it back, not yet, okay?"

"Then I'll wait, Gee. I'll wait." His eyes widened, almost in disbelief. "That's what love is."

He smiled; he smiled a real smile, a genuine Gerard smile, and one I barely saw, so I knew, I just knew, that we were onto something here - something that meant a lot. "Thank you."

"Thank you."

He giggled a little, his face matched his hair and he had this stupidly giddy love-struck expression that made me fucking melt. "Come to mine?"

"Mikey will mind." I reminded him.

"Mikey's out with his current girlfriend."

"In that case, then absolutely!"

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"We are not watching High School Musical, again." I rolled my eyes at my ridiculous excuse for a boyfriend as he leaned over to pick a DVD; the whole situation giving me deja vu from the time I got knocked out by The Killers.

"Okay, Frankie." He sighed, sitting back down onto the bed beside me. "You pick."

I turned to him, eyebrows raised. "You only want a good view of my ass."

He chuckled, and miraculously not even blushing in the slightest. "My secret's out." I shook my head in disbelief, as I began to wonder how the hell I'd managed to pick this one. "Just go and pick, you little bitch."

"I'm not little." I protested, despite the fact I stood at a grand five feet and four inches.

"I know middle schoolers that are taller than you." I doubted Gerard actually knew any middle schoolers personally, as that would look quite dodgy,

"Fuck off."

"Language, honey." He chuckled to himself like a mad man, leaving to me to finally pick out a copy of the original edition of Carrie, and put the disc in before chucking the box in direction vaguely near to his face.

"Ow!" He retorted, throwing it back and failing rather spectacularly, which didn't fail to make me giggle in the slightest.

I rolled my eyes at him before sitting back next to him on the bed. Gerard grinned at me, before reaching under his bed and returning with a six pack of beer and a tube of pringles. "Fine cuisine, Frankie."

I raised my eyebrows, looking between the 'delicacies' Gerard had presented us with, and I couldn't help but let my eyes hover on the beer and how I pathetic I felt as it pathetically reminded me of him. "Beer and pringles? Really?"

He tapped his nose, "Chef's secret."

"Yeah, what's that? The Walmart down the road?"

"Fuck off."

I shook my head, giggling at my fucking cute boyfriend, who I was totally not sickeningly head over heels in love with, I promise, "You're like fifteen - keeping beer under your bed."

"As if mum's going to let me have this shit when she wants to fucking section me." He snapped, rolling his eyes, giving me a little shock back into reality. "And you can't talk, Frankie. You're fucking seventeen."

"Eighteen in a month though, Gee." I winked at him, knowing exactly what the night of my eighteenth birthday would entail, or at least what I hoped it would, because I totally hadn't been fantasising or anything.

"I'll make it a long month though, Frankie." He smirked at me, gleaming in the concept of teasing me until I just gave out. "I promise." And he proved he wasn't kidding not by the tone in his voice but by the way he decided it appropriate to casually remove his shirt and sit on the bed in only low lying jeans.

I just shook my head at him as he light a cigarette, blowing out little clouds of nicotine and sending them in my direction to piss me off just like the royal asshole he so proudly was.

He cracked open a beer, and then handed me one. "If the police come I totally didn't give you this." He winked at me, but I couldn't wink back because all I could think about was him and what beer did to him, and in return what he did to me.

I looked down at the can and shook my head, looking back up at him. "I don't want this."

"Why- oh shit-" His eyes widened, taking the can from my grasp and putting it back with the others, something obviously clicking in his brain, and somehow making me feel nothing but guilty. "Fuck, sorry- I, I'm stupid."

"It's okay." I reassured him; I couldn't expect him to assume I'd be pathetic enough not to drink just because my dad has some alcohol related issues.

"No, it's not." He said, putting his beer back and then the whole pack back under the bed.

"You don't have to-" I persisted, but he didn't let me continue.

"No. I want to, though. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He smiled at me and I raised my eyebrows glancing at his bare chest and making a snide comment in my head about how that made me more than fucking uncomfortable, especially downstairs, but he couldn't know that, because that would mean he would have won.

"Thank you- dear god, you're perfect." He blushed at my words, hiding his cheeks unsuccessfully in his hair, despite the fact that they were now pretty much the same colour.

"I assume you're fine with the pringles." He grinned at me, passing the tube in my direction.

"Yeah, I'll let you know if I have a freak allergic reaction or something though." I grinned at him like a love-struck idiot, which I totally was, meaning it was of course nothing short of totally acceptable.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, do that Frankie. I'll be your nurse." He bit his lip, sending me a wink that went straight to the ever increasing discomfort I felt as my jeans hugged my crotch far too tightly.

"What if I told you that fucking exposed chest of yours was making me uncomfortable, especially when you're fucking winking at me?"

"Then I'd thank you and tell you that it was entirely my intention." He said with a smirk, putting his hands behind his head as he lay back against the headboard.

"And then I'd slap you." I rolled my eyes.

"I'd like to see you try." He purred, pulling out a drag of his cigarette in the most seductive way he could possibly manage to, and fuck- if I liked his normal smoking... dear god. I was beginning to think I have a fetish.

"Oh, honey." Two could play at that game. "Would you?" And in one fluid motion I had him pushed down against the bed, his cigarette laden hand sprawled out at a thirty degree angle.

"Fuck." He muttered, pushing my fringe from my eyes and letting his fingertips linger over my skin far more than necessary. "Come on then, slap me." He smirked, biting down on his lip furiously. "Where you slap me though, should be my decision, honey."

"I'd rather just kiss you." I threw the words out to hide my blush, and as I leaned down about to press my lips against his when the door flung up, banging audibly against Gerard's wall.

"Ger- What the fuck-" I jerked away from Gerard, looking up to see none other than Mikey Way, stood in the door, looking between the two of us and adding yet another reason to hate my guts to his extensive list.

"Heard of knocking, Mikey?" Gerard sighed, sitting up himself, and putting his cigarette back to his lips to take an exceedingly long drag of his nicotine stick.

"Mum will kill you." He noted, pointing at the cigarette. "Heard of not fucking my best friend, Gerard?"

He shrugged in response to the second comment, and then answered the first with words. "Mum doesn't have to know."

"Is that in response to the cigarettes or Frank?"

"Neither, it's in response to the condom stash in your bedroom and the fact that you've got come on your jeans and that you've just come back from fucking your latest so I suggest you shut the fuck up, Michael."

I had to bite back a smirk as Mikey let loose a stream of profanities before leaving and slamming the door behind us, calling out a, "if I hear anything going on between the two of you I will fucking record it and play it to mum personally," before running down the stairs in what seemed to be the loudest manner he could possibly accomplish the matter in.

"I want you to stay over tonight." Gerard pulled me against him with his arms snaking around my back as his hot breath against my painfully exposed neck.

"Mikey will be pissed off."

"That's precisely why I'm asking you."

I chuckled. "And that's precisely why I'm agreeing."

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