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FRANK IERO AND GERARD WAY HAD PROMISED TO EACH OTHER THAT THEIR LOVE WOULD BE ETERNAL AND FOREVER. FROM THEIR VERY FIRST MEETING IN A MAKEUP STORE, TO THEIR VERY FIRST KISS AT AN ALL-NIGHT ICECREAMERY, THEY WERE IN LOVE.
GERARD HAD PROPOSED ON THEIR FIFTH DATE. THEY WERE AT A CONCERT, AND HE HAD PUSHED HIS WAY TO THE FRONT, PASSED THE BOUNCERS, AND CLIMBED ONTO THE STAGE.
"I JUST WANT TO SAY," HE SHOUTED THROUGH THE MICROPHONE, "THAT I'M HERE WITH MY BELOVED FRANK. AND ... FRANK? SWEETY? WILL YOU MARRY ME?"
THE CROWD GASPED, AND THEN WENT SILENT. A PATH CLEARED IN FRONT OF FRANK, AND HE, TEARS IN HIS EYES, WALKED SLOWLY TO THE STAGE. GERARD HELPED HIM UP.
EVERYONE STARED AT THEM, HOLDING THEIR BREATH, WAITING FOR THE ANSWER.
"YES!" FRANK SHOUTED AT LAST, "OH GOD, YES! I LOVE YOU!" HE COULDN'T BELIEVE THIS WAS HAPPENING. HIS TRAGIC PAST (every heroine needs one) HAD BEEN LONG AND TRAGIC, AND HE HADN'T THOUGHT ANYONE COULD LOVE HIM ENOUGH TO PROPOSE, MUCH LESS THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN.
THEY WERE MARRIED BY THE NEXT MAY.
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FOR A TIME, THEY WERE HAPPY.
THEN THE WAR CAME.
GERARD (as the man of the house), WAS CALLED TO FIGHT. FOR A WHILE THEY THOUGHT THEY WOULD ELOPE, AND ESCAPE THE UNCERTAINTY OF WAR, BUT THEN FRANK, TEARS GLISTENING IN HIS EYES, MADE THE HARD CHOICE.
"YOU SHOULD GO," HE SAID, HOLDING ONTO HIS MAN, "YOU HAVE TO GO AND FIGHT FOR YOUR COUNTRY. IT'S OKAY. I'LL...I'LL BE OKAY..."
GERARD HELD ONTO HIS BELOVED. FRANK WAS BEING SO BRAVE. SO FANTASTICLY BRAVE. HE HAD TO BE BRAVE TOO, FOR HIS BABY.
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AS THE SHIP SAILED AWAY FROM THE DOCK, FRANK LET HIS TEARS FLOW. HE FELT LIKE HE'D HELD THEM IN FOR SO LONG, TRYING TO BE BRAVE FOR HIS GORGEOUS GERARD IERO-WAY.
CLUTCHING THE SCARF HE'D WRAPPED AROUND HIS HEAD, HE COLLAPSED INTO BODY-WRACKING SOBS. HE HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING IF HE'D EVER SEE HIS MAN AGAIN. HE MIGHT HAVE TO...HE HADN'T EVEN TOLD GERARD THAT...
WIPING HIS EYES, HOPING THAT HE HADN'T MESSED UP HIS EYELINER, HE COMPOSED HIMSELF. HE WOULD HAVE TO BE BRAVE.
STROKING HIS STOMACH LOVINGLY, HE WAVED ONCE AT THE RETREATING BOAT, AND STARTED TO WALK AWAY, ALREADY DECIDING TO CALL THE LITTLE BABY FORMING IN HIS STOMACH 'GERARD JUNIOR'.
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JARED HADN'T PLANNED ON TAKING ANY OF THE CHEERLEADERS BACK TO THE HOTEL, UNLIKE THE REST OF HIS STUPID TEAM, AND HE SCOWLED WHEN THE OTHER GUYS STARTED NUDGING EACH OTHER AND EYING UP THE CHEERLEADERS WHEN THEY CAME ONTO THE FIELD.
THAT WAS, OF COURSE, UNTIL THE LAST GIRL, FLICKING HER (er, what appears to be a mullet?) HAIR OVER ONE SHOULDER, RAN ONTO THE FIELD. HIS BREATH CAUGHT IN HIS THROAT. THE NOISES OF THE CROWD AND HIS TEAM FADED INTO THE BACKGROUND. THE WORLD SEEMED TO STAND STILL.
HE MUST HAVE MADE SOME SORT OF GESTURE OR SOUND, BECAUSE ONE OF THE GUYS CAME UP TO HIM.
"OH HER?" HE SAID, "I SUPPOSE SHE'S PRETTY, IF YOU'RE INTO THAT KIND OF THING. SHE'S THE NEW GIRL, I HEAR..."
IF HE SAID ANYTHING ELSE, JARED DIDN'T HEAR IT. HE WAS TOO FOCUSED ON THE SWEET FACE OF HIS BELOVED. HER MUSCULAR LEGS. HER TIGHT BUTT. HER WIDE GRIN.
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AFTER THE GAME (which they won, of course) JARED TOOK THE GIRL TO A NICE HOTEL. THEY TALKED FOR HOURS. AND THEN THEY MADE SWEET, SWEET LOVE. THE GIRL'S NAME WAS JENSEN. ...SOMEHOW.
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NINE MONTHS LATER, JARED AND JENSEN HAD A SWEET BABY GIRL. AND ALTHOUGH THEY CONTINUED TO GO TO THE SAME HIGHSCOOL, AND JARED STILL PLAYED FOOTBALL, JENSEN WASN'T A CHEERLEADER ANYMORE. SHE CHEERED FOR HER MANLY HUSBAND FROM THE SIDELINES.
(OF COURSE, SHE KEPT THE CHEERLEADER OUTFIT.)
DON'T QUESTION MY BIZARRE CRACK.