An Inch Of Sanity Please?
Title: Hello Love, This is Poetry Reality.
Author: pansyxdaisy "Breanna"
Pairing: Frank/Gerard Pete/Mikey Ryan/Brendon (brief mentioning of Gerard/Bert Bert/Quinn)
POV: Gerard/Frank
Rating: PG-13 (For now)
Disclaimer: Fake, Don't own the people. Just wrote the fiction. (Title taken from the song "Hello Love This Is Poetry" by Emily2Thousand www.myspace.com/emily2thousand)
Summary: Gerard gave up on love. Simple as that. He has few friends and his life seems to be okay for once. But that can all change when someone new rolls into town. After his horrible highschool experience, Frank moved to Belleville to get away. He seems to have stumbled across a mysterious boy he's come to know as his Angel. But is he really so angelic?
Authors Note: Story Jumps Around a lot in the beginning. Frank is 14 and Gerard is 17. i didnt want too big of an age difference and to make them four years, almost 5 years apart, i didnt really like that. A little help please? Tell me if i did something wrong or whatever. I need to know how to make links :(
Frank's POV
I could hear hysterical lauging. Someone shouted,
"Its not funny!"
The laughter got louder. I opened my eyes. I was on the floor in Brendon's arms.
"What do we do Ryan Rossy? Omg hes dead and what if we go to jail for murder i didnt kill him i swear! Oh my god im gonna get buttraped and its not gonna be nice Ryan i cant make it in jail im too little and fragile and if we hide the body someones gonna find it and they'll remember Frank was with us last and theyll find us and break down my nice door and my mommy will get really mad and-" Brendon's voice got higher with every word until it was incoherent. I looked at Brendon's face. One word. Priceless. His face was white and his eyes were wide.
"Mmm," I sat up. Brendon's face turned from white to pink. "Brendon," I asked, "Do you know what a fucking period is?"
"Oh my god you're alive! Umm well, a period is a cycle that women go through for a week once a month, you see when spermy can't hold thier eggys the body drains a bunch of nasty blood and tissue and it flows out of the va-"
"Not that type of period!" I screamed covering my ears. Brendon looked confused. I looked up at Ryan. "Why am i on the floor?"
"Well, you stood up, knocked a drunk girl off your lap, and," Ryan giggled, "You fainted."
"Fuck, No i did not!" I said unbelievingly. I looked in the direction i saw my angel him in. He was gone. Probably off laughing at me. I dropped my head and frowned.
"Petey! Hes alive!" Brendon called. I heard a laugh. Looking up i saw Pete's hand extended toward's me.
"Hey Frank, 'm Pete." He said smiling. I returned his smile and grabbed his hand as he yanked me from the filthy floor.
"Hi," I muttered rubbing my sore ass. I sat back down and resumed drinking my Cherry Coke. Hopefuly hiding my blush from behind the glass.
Gerard's POV
I could finally see Pete through a crowd of people, but as soon as i caught sight of him he was gone. Someone had ran up to him and tackled him into the dark abyss of bodies.
"Pete!" I called when i finally spotted him again. He was with Brendon Urie and from the looks of it they were talking animatedly about some new cute guy Pete just "had" to meet. Looking over to a table i spotted Ryan Ross and someone i didn't recognize. He seemed familiar... His eyes locked with mine, and for a moment, my breath caught. I kept our eyes locked for as long as possible before all of a sudden, he collapsed. Going wide-eyed i quickly turned around and returned to my table where Mikey was currently attempting to hide Partricks hat in Ray's fro.
"Ouch! Fuck!" Ray yelped as Patrick managed to tear is hat out of the fro that was torosaurus. (A/N: Dedicated to You-Know-Who. ;D)
"Mikey you bastard." Patrick muttered pulling a chunk of fro out of his hat. "Dont touch my fucking hats!" Mikey just shrugged and turned to me.
"So where's Pete?" Mikey asked.
"You're boyfriend is with Ryan and Brendon." I teased.
"He's not my boyfriend!" Mikey defended. "and why are you back so quickly?"
"I uh, well, i kinda," I sighed, Mikey could read me like a book, there was no point in lying to him, "Well, i saw a hot guy." I confessed.
"Aaand?!" Mikey insisted drawing out the "A".
"Well, he uh," I scratched my neck, "He collapsed."
"What?!" Mikey burst out laughing.
"What the fuck?" Ray said quirking an eyebrow. I couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah..." I said looking down into my drink. "He was probably just wasted or something." I muttered disappointed.
Frank's POV
"So Frankie," Ryan began, "What was it that knocked you on your ass." He laughed and once again, Brendon opened his literature waterfall of a mouth.
"Ryan Rossy!? Oh my god i know i know iknowiknowiknow! Did you check Frankie's drink before you gave it to him becuase what if the bartender wanted to steals him away.. Or! he thought it was you drink and he wanted to drug you so he could kidnap you and take my Ryan away! Oh noes! Thats not fair hes my Ryro and i wanna keep him, great now i have to kick some ass but what if hes a really big guy and gives me a swirly! Then that would ruin my hair that i spent a long time on because im always scared i wont look attractive enough for Ry-ry and toilets are really nasty because people do thier business in them and-"
Brendon was slapped in the face. "Breath man!" Pete yelled holding Brendons face inches from his own. Brendon started hyperventalating.
I looked toward Ryan for some inch of sanity.
He just shook his head smiling. "Pete! Thats enough." I turned back to Brendon's direction where Pete was calming Brendon down. By the looks of Brendon's soaking wet hair i was guessing that Pete had dumped water on his head. "Hey, Pete! Who all is here with you?"
Pete looked away from Brendon and towards Ryan smiling. "You know, the only other people that can stand me. Sickly, Fro-Man, Pat Hat, and Her-majest-Gee." Ryan nodded.
Seeing my confused look Ryan explained, "Sickly is probably Mikey, he's a really pale, scrawny kid. Fro man's gotta be Ray, the dudes got big orange-brown afro." He laughed, "Our friend Patrick is obsessed with ha-" Just then Brendon tackled Ryan off his chair and onto the floor. What was with these people and tackling? Didn't a simple hug do the job? Guess not...
"Ry-ry! I wanna go see Spency Smith! Pleeeease? Can we can we can we canwecanwecanweee!?" Brendon begged. Who is Spencer?
"Brendon, first off, Ow. Second, he lives in Las Vegas, how are we supposed to go see him?" Ryan asked not moving from his spot under Brendon. I envied a relationship like theirs. They were a really good looking couple and they were so perfect for each other. Ryan was sweet, funny, caring and calm. Brendon was hyper-active, reckless, a little stupid sometimes (which made him funny), but he seemed to mean well. I sighed looking down.
"No he's not," Brendon smirked.
"He's not what?"
"He's not in Vegas." Brendon was now grinning, like a cheshire cat.
"And how would you know that?" Ryan asked, rolling his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Because I'm right here." a voice said from behind me.
"Oh-My-Fucking-God! No way!" Ryan screamed jumping up. Brendon fell to the floor. "Sorry!" Ryan said quickly helping his boyfriend off of the floor and then holding his protectively by his side. He suddenly remembered who had just appeared and let go of Brendon, jumping into the arms of another guy I've come to know as "Spencer".
"Frank, this is Spencer my childhood friend. We use to be in a band together." Ryan's grin was so wide i thought his cheeks were going to split.
"Thats fucking rad!" I said shaking Spencers hand. "Im a guitarist, you?"
"Drummer," He said with a smile, i knew he must've been pretty proud, or cocky. "I'm guessing since birds of a feather flock, that you must be gay or bi?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "That or you really like gay people." He laughed.
"Yeah im bi," i said returning the laugh, "But if you're coming onto me you might wanna buy me a drink or two first."
"Psh, dude, you're the one who needs to be buying me the drinks. I'm a straight man." He smiled.
"Riight!" I teased, "Because "Psh" is such a manly non-gay word." I giggled.
"It totally is," Spencer said stealing a sip of my coke. I really liked him. He wasn't awkward to be around.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "I have herpes."
"....Is that so?......." Spencer took another sip. I gave up and smiled.
Gerard's POV
Pete returned to our table to report that Love Bird 1 and Love Bird 2 had aquired an old friend. His name was Fred or something i really dont know. He also said that Spencer Smith was in town but wasn't sure if he was moving in or just visiting Ryan again. I only half listened. I couldn't get my mind off of that kid. He was short, black hair. I couln't tell but i swore i saw a glint of a lip ring. Hes gotta be what 14? 15? Thats Mikey's age. No way can i be crushing on someone that... young. Shaking my head i grabbed Mikey's drink. I quickly took a sip and returned it before Mikey turned around and grabbed it himself.
"Whats on your mind?" He asked taking a sip.
"Nothing its just, i dunno." I shrugged. "He just, he looked so young. And im crushing on that? Mikey am i a pedo?"
Mikey took a moment to look deep in thought. "Yeees." He said nodding his head slowly.
"What the fuck?" I said shoving him playfully. "You're a lot of help."
"What?" He laughed. "Look Gerard, age doesn't matter. It seems like it does now but think about it, when you're 26, does it really matter if you date a 20 year old?" Mikey thought for a moment, "No wait, i take that back, because if you're crusing on a 12 year old, youre fucked in the head."
I burst out laughing. "You sound like you're the one fucked in the head, and no hes not 12. He looked about your age." Mikey smirked. "What?" I asked.
"I just thought, "Man, if i was gay and that kid was in my class this year, i could date him and piss Gerard off so bad." He began to laugh.
"Oh no, that wouldn't happen." I said sternly, "because i would kick your ass!" I said pushing him out of the booth, laughing as he hit the ground with a confused look. He looked to Pete for some sympathy. The little bastard just laughed at Mikey. Locking his legs around Pete, Mikey pulled him out of the booth also. Laughing literally in Pete's face as he hit the ground next to Mikey.
"Bitch!" Pete laughed as he rolled over onto Mikey. They're so gay for eachother. I thought, shaking my head. If only they knew that.
(A/N: Sorry i wanted to write more but i ran out of ideas for this chapter. And i like how i left it cuz the story seemed to end on its own. Never force a feeling, or scene. :T)