Chapter Seven
Title:The Ghost Of You
Author: S0methingwick3d
Pairing:Frank/Gerard
Rating:Not more than PG-13, right now
POV:Third person
Summary:Gerard and Mikey move into a new house and find someone already living in it. Well, if you can call it living.
Disclaimer:The Characters aren't mine baby, only the story line **sing song voice**
Author Note:I'll try to be regular about posting this, but don't expect clockwork, or anything. I'll post 'em as soon as I write them, provided everyone likes it.
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Chapter seven:
Over the next week and a half, Gerard couldn't help thinking that he had never been so busy in his life, not even in college. First he had to buy pottery clay. This was, it seemed, far more complicated than he had first anticipated. Gerard was a painter, and a drawer, not a sculptor, so he had to resort to calling a friend from college that he had not spoken to for 2 years in order to get information on which clay was the best. the conversation went someting like this:
"Hello?"
"Yeah, uhm Rich? This is Gerard Way--"
"Gerarrrd!!!! Gerrryyyy!!!! How ya been, man, I haven't seen you for AGES, the last time I saw you was at the one party dude, with the guy who jumped through the table and broke his arm?"
Gerard was beginning to remember why they hadn't talked in so long.
"Yeah. Hey listen, I have a question about clay. I want to sculpt someone, and I need to know what kind I should get-"
" A person? Like, a bust, from the shoulders up, or what?"
"Uhm...no. I'm doing the entire body."
"Ooooh, Who's the lucky gi-"
"I'm gay, Rich."
"-uy. Guy, I mean?"
Gerard smiled briefly. "Someone special."
"I see. Okay, well--"
And proceeded to tell Gerard more than he ever wanted to ever find out,(ever), about all-natural clay. Alicia's Grandmother,(whose name turned out to be Margaret, but everyone called her Peg because of her wooden leg, which Mikey and his phobia of prosthetic limbs was terrified of), insisted that it had to be all natural.
"Like, from the ground." She said, for the seventh time. "All that plastic purple stuff you buy for toddlers from super markets is shit."
"That's silly putty, grandma." Alicia had tried to explain.
Frank't eyes widened. "Please don't make me out of silly putty!!"
To Which Peg had replied. "High score! In your face!" She was playing Mortal Kombat again, this time with Ray.
Next, Gerard had to refresh his memory in that single semester of Human Figure, 101 in college that had required him to sculpt. If he remembered correctly, he had been good at it, but that was when he was making just hands or faces. This would be the whole body, and Gerard knew he had to get it perfect.
Then they stole a hospital gurney and put the 200 pound block of all natural clay on it, and Gerard started sculpting. Clay got in all his clothes, his hair, perpetually under his fingernails, and, one one occasion his ear, and Gerard was begginning to enjoy it.
Mikey, however, was not. His job, after his new business due to Ray's clothing line's spike in popularity, was to stop his friends from wondering why Gerard never came out of the house anymore, when he seemed so happy. The only one who knew about Alicia and Peg was Ray, and Mikey wanted to keep it that way. This, unfortuneately, meant that he had to distract him by any means necessary: which meant that he had to let them tease him constantly about his and Ray's budding romance. This included a frankly ridiculous amount of anal sex/gay/child bearing jokes, and lots of hand gestures.
Frank had to pose for Gerard, which didn't become awkward until the time came to sculpt the parts previously covered by clothing.
"Can a ghost do that?" Gerard asked once, when the subject came up.
"I don't know." Frank frowned, and proceeded to take his shirt off. once it passed his shoulders, it dissapeared.
Gerard gulped, and noticed, perversely, that Frankie had a bit of a t-shirt tan, and freckles on his shoulders. "Oh. Well, uhm. Okay."
Frankie was looking at him funny. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Gerard squeaked. "Get comfortable, I have to-to scuplt you."
Frank sat down on a chair, and his shoulders rippled a little. Gerard had to turn on a fan.
"Frank" was coming out well, though, anybody could see that. He looked eerily like he was just sleeping acromatically. His hair,(which Gerard spent days on, barely eating or sleeping), was done in intricate detail, his mouth curled with a sight smile, and Gerard even went out and bought a lip ring exactly like the one Frank had, and carefully inserted it into the clay. There was, however, no way to redo his tatoos.
"That's okay" Frank said, when Gerard told him. "I want some new ones anyway. I'll just add 'em on."
Finally, however,(after many, many jokes from Ray, Frank, Alicia,and even one from Mikey about making Frankie any size "down there" that Gerard wanted, though Gerard was scrupulessly honest and didn't change a thing), Frank was finished, down to his toenails,(which took Gerard a surprisingly long time, Frank's feet were big), "Frank" was ready.
They wheeled him out into the living room, and brought Alicia and Grandma Peg over, candles were lit, and everyone was wearing white linen,(Peg said it had to be like that, and nbody argued. Ray said he felt like the Messiah, and Mikey made a crack about Jesus not having an afro).
Gerard talked to Frank alone in the kitchen.
Author: S0methingwick3d
Pairing:Frank/Gerard
Rating:Not more than PG-13, right now
POV:Third person
Summary:Gerard and Mikey move into a new house and find someone already living in it. Well, if you can call it living.
Disclaimer:The Characters aren't mine baby, only the story line **sing song voice**
Author Note:I'll try to be regular about posting this, but don't expect clockwork, or anything. I'll post 'em as soon as I write them, provided everyone likes it.
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Chapter seven:
Over the next week and a half, Gerard couldn't help thinking that he had never been so busy in his life, not even in college. First he had to buy pottery clay. This was, it seemed, far more complicated than he had first anticipated. Gerard was a painter, and a drawer, not a sculptor, so he had to resort to calling a friend from college that he had not spoken to for 2 years in order to get information on which clay was the best. the conversation went someting like this:
"Hello?"
"Yeah, uhm Rich? This is Gerard Way--"
"Gerarrrd!!!! Gerrryyyy!!!! How ya been, man, I haven't seen you for AGES, the last time I saw you was at the one party dude, with the guy who jumped through the table and broke his arm?"
Gerard was beginning to remember why they hadn't talked in so long.
"Yeah. Hey listen, I have a question about clay. I want to sculpt someone, and I need to know what kind I should get-"
" A person? Like, a bust, from the shoulders up, or what?"
"Uhm...no. I'm doing the entire body."
"Ooooh, Who's the lucky gi-"
"I'm gay, Rich."
"-uy. Guy, I mean?"
Gerard smiled briefly. "Someone special."
"I see. Okay, well--"
And proceeded to tell Gerard more than he ever wanted to ever find out,(ever), about all-natural clay. Alicia's Grandmother,(whose name turned out to be Margaret, but everyone called her Peg because of her wooden leg, which Mikey and his phobia of prosthetic limbs was terrified of), insisted that it had to be all natural.
"Like, from the ground." She said, for the seventh time. "All that plastic purple stuff you buy for toddlers from super markets is shit."
"That's silly putty, grandma." Alicia had tried to explain.
Frank't eyes widened. "Please don't make me out of silly putty!!"
To Which Peg had replied. "High score! In your face!" She was playing Mortal Kombat again, this time with Ray.
Next, Gerard had to refresh his memory in that single semester of Human Figure, 101 in college that had required him to sculpt. If he remembered correctly, he had been good at it, but that was when he was making just hands or faces. This would be the whole body, and Gerard knew he had to get it perfect.
Then they stole a hospital gurney and put the 200 pound block of all natural clay on it, and Gerard started sculpting. Clay got in all his clothes, his hair, perpetually under his fingernails, and, one one occasion his ear, and Gerard was begginning to enjoy it.
Mikey, however, was not. His job, after his new business due to Ray's clothing line's spike in popularity, was to stop his friends from wondering why Gerard never came out of the house anymore, when he seemed so happy. The only one who knew about Alicia and Peg was Ray, and Mikey wanted to keep it that way. This, unfortuneately, meant that he had to distract him by any means necessary: which meant that he had to let them tease him constantly about his and Ray's budding romance. This included a frankly ridiculous amount of anal sex/gay/child bearing jokes, and lots of hand gestures.
Frank had to pose for Gerard, which didn't become awkward until the time came to sculpt the parts previously covered by clothing.
"Can a ghost do that?" Gerard asked once, when the subject came up.
"I don't know." Frank frowned, and proceeded to take his shirt off. once it passed his shoulders, it dissapeared.
Gerard gulped, and noticed, perversely, that Frankie had a bit of a t-shirt tan, and freckles on his shoulders. "Oh. Well, uhm. Okay."
Frankie was looking at him funny. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Gerard squeaked. "Get comfortable, I have to-to scuplt you."
Frank sat down on a chair, and his shoulders rippled a little. Gerard had to turn on a fan.
"Frank" was coming out well, though, anybody could see that. He looked eerily like he was just sleeping acromatically. His hair,(which Gerard spent days on, barely eating or sleeping), was done in intricate detail, his mouth curled with a sight smile, and Gerard even went out and bought a lip ring exactly like the one Frank had, and carefully inserted it into the clay. There was, however, no way to redo his tatoos.
"That's okay" Frank said, when Gerard told him. "I want some new ones anyway. I'll just add 'em on."
Finally, however,(after many, many jokes from Ray, Frank, Alicia,and even one from Mikey about making Frankie any size "down there" that Gerard wanted, though Gerard was scrupulessly honest and didn't change a thing), Frank was finished, down to his toenails,(which took Gerard a surprisingly long time, Frank's feet were big), "Frank" was ready.
They wheeled him out into the living room, and brought Alicia and Grandma Peg over, candles were lit, and everyone was wearing white linen,(Peg said it had to be like that, and nbody argued. Ray said he felt like the Messiah, and Mikey made a crack about Jesus not having an afro).
Gerard talked to Frank alone in the kitchen.