As the World Falls Down {Standalone}
Title: As the World Falls Down {standalone}
Summary: Advice to follow: Never fall in love with your best friend.
Author: Me- mamoo13
Pairing: Frank/ Gerard
Rating: R to be safe
POV: 1st- Frank's
Disclaimer: It's only real in my head...
Author's Notes: Just a random story I came up with after my best friend asked me out...
Title and cut text thanks to David Bowie
Warnings: Language, boykissing, brief mention of sex
Beta: My girlfriend ♥
Advice to follow: Never fall in love with your best friend. If you do, be prepared for the best relationship of your life, and an even worse beak-up.
To anyone who thinks that this is a load of bullshit, you have obviously never done it. To fall in love with your best friend means you already know everything about them. It means you obviously like them for some reason, and you have just taken it to the next step.
So why am I discouraging this, when it seems so right? Because I am lying on my bed alone, heart lying dead and broken on the floor, the victim of a relationship with my best friend.
Still don’t believe me?
Well, then. Let me start from the beginning…
I met Gerard Way several years ago, before I had even joined the band. And from that first time that I met him, I have felt an attraction for him, though I didn’t do anything about it, especially after I joined. I was even more cautious as Gerard became my best friend.
Fast- forward three years. Revenge had just been released, and My Chemical Romance was becoming huge. We were on the set of the I’m Not Okay video. Actually, more specifically, we were in that oven of a garage, for the I’m Not Okay video.
As any avid MCR fan knows, and remembers, and I’m certain, watches for every time they see the video, I kiss Gerard’s cheek right after I say, ‘Trust me,’ yeah? No. Actually, that was just what was put in for the final video. The kiss on Gerard’s cheek wasn’t scripted. Not at all. I added it, for me, considering how long I had hidden my feelings for the man. I told no one. But when I went to do it for the first cut, Gerard turned his head, as if he knew I was coming, and instead of my lips touching his cheek, they smashed into his lips.
Everything around us disappeared for the next 30 seconds. His lips moved with mine perfectly, as if they were meant to be there. I felt myself begin to melt, and my hand moved of its own volition, and tangled itself in Gerard’s sweaty hair. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and pulled me closer.
And then it was over. Brian was freaking out about something behind the camera, Mikey was desperately trying to hide his eyes, and Ray was laughing as if he had known this was going to happen all along.
So the scene was re-cut, and what you see today was added in place of Gerard and my little makeout session.
Later that day, after we were back at wherever we were staying that night, Gerard cornered me, and leaned close, placing a hand gently on my hip.
“Did that kiss mean as much as I think it did, Frankie?” He whispered in my ear, bringing his other hand up, and placing it gently on my cheek.
“Do you want it to?” I asked him, whispering as well.
He pressed his lips to mine again, then, and this time we were not interrupted.
So began the relationship. We didn’t try to hide it. Being in that close of proximity with three other people made that impossible. We shared hotel rooms, we shared bunks, and more than once, we shared the backstage bathrooms.
Before I knew it, I had fallen for Gerard. I’d fallen for him hard. If I wasn’t near him for any extended period of time, I literally began to go through withdrawal. I was truly, deeply in love.
And then, we came here, to the Paramour. This fucking evil bitch of a mansion. She’s alive, I swear it. The whole band is going insane because of it. Poor Mikey couldn’t even stay. And because Mikey left, Gerard was quieter than usual.
When Mikey came back, he’d changed. His glasses were gone, his hair was black, and he wasn’t the kid brother of the band anymore. It scared all of us. But Gerard, it broke Gerard’s heart.
In the end, it was the stress and worry that made Gerard break up with me. He felt that he really needed to help Mikey. He needed to be there for his baby brother. He needed to fix it.
Now if only he could fix me.
No good can come from falling in love with your best friend. I guarantee it. You’re friends, you fall in love, you think everything’s perfect, and then he’s gone. In a flash, you’re heart’s been ripped out of your chest. It’s been torn it two, it’s been dropped on the floor and stepped on. It’s been burned to cinders. It’s been scattered in the wind.
Now here I am, still in this living, breathing, fucking speaking bitch of a mansion. We’re recording our third cd. Gerard and Ray are downstairs, writing a new song, which I can hear floating up, and around the house ‘…not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey, if you stay, I’ll be forgiven…’
All I wish is that I’d never fallen so hard. I wish that this wouldn’t change the band. I still have the blind hope that it won’t. But my Gee is downstairs, writing a song, without me…
Now the music has stopped, I can hear Gerard and Ray bounding up the stairs. They stop in Bob’s doorway first, and I can hear their muffled speaking.
Gerard shows up in front of my door, saying, “Hey Frankie, you need to hear th-”
And he stops. I’ve looked up from where I’m laying silently on the bed. I can tell that he sees the sorrow in my eyes. I fight off a wave of tears.
“Hey…” he says gently, entering the room quietly, laying down on the bed next to me. “Hey, Frankie, what’s wrong?”
He knows what’s wrong, so I don’t say anything, but he holds me close to him. “Frank, I’m sorry. I never should have hurt you like that. I never should have broken it off because of everything that’s going on. If anything, I should have looked to you for support, instead of trying to fight it alone. Can you forgive me?”
I can’t answer, so I only lean forward to give him a kiss, which he readily accepts. My heart aches, but feels whole again, and I know I’ve fallen against my will. I’ve fallen for him again, even though I told myself it was a bad idea.
Gerard pulls away a minute later, placing his forehead on mine. “Hey, you wanna hear the new song Ray and I just wrote? I wrote it for Mikey, but I think it works for you, too…”
I nod slowly, smiling lightly.
We get up together, and go downstairs.
Bob, Mikey, and I surrounding Gerard and Ray, while they play the song. Gerard sings with more passion than he has been able to muster in weeks. He smiles at the finish of the song, and I smile in return. Mikey has tears in his eyes, and sits down on the first solid object he can find, which, luckily enough, was the stool of Bob’s drum set.
The band gathers together again, surrounding a now shaking Mikey, and I feel a new beginning in the life of the band and in the life of my relationship with my best friend.
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Comments are love!!
♥
Summary: Advice to follow: Never fall in love with your best friend.
Author: Me- mamoo13
Pairing: Frank/ Gerard
Rating: R to be safe
POV: 1st- Frank's
Disclaimer: It's only real in my head...
Author's Notes: Just a random story I came up with after my best friend asked me out...
Title and cut text thanks to David Bowie
Warnings: Language, boykissing, brief mention of sex
Beta: My girlfriend ♥
Advice to follow: Never fall in love with your best friend. If you do, be prepared for the best relationship of your life, and an even worse beak-up.
To anyone who thinks that this is a load of bullshit, you have obviously never done it. To fall in love with your best friend means you already know everything about them. It means you obviously like them for some reason, and you have just taken it to the next step.
So why am I discouraging this, when it seems so right? Because I am lying on my bed alone, heart lying dead and broken on the floor, the victim of a relationship with my best friend.
Still don’t believe me?
Well, then. Let me start from the beginning…
I met Gerard Way several years ago, before I had even joined the band. And from that first time that I met him, I have felt an attraction for him, though I didn’t do anything about it, especially after I joined. I was even more cautious as Gerard became my best friend.
Fast- forward three years. Revenge had just been released, and My Chemical Romance was becoming huge. We were on the set of the I’m Not Okay video. Actually, more specifically, we were in that oven of a garage, for the I’m Not Okay video.
As any avid MCR fan knows, and remembers, and I’m certain, watches for every time they see the video, I kiss Gerard’s cheek right after I say, ‘Trust me,’ yeah? No. Actually, that was just what was put in for the final video. The kiss on Gerard’s cheek wasn’t scripted. Not at all. I added it, for me, considering how long I had hidden my feelings for the man. I told no one. But when I went to do it for the first cut, Gerard turned his head, as if he knew I was coming, and instead of my lips touching his cheek, they smashed into his lips.
Everything around us disappeared for the next 30 seconds. His lips moved with mine perfectly, as if they were meant to be there. I felt myself begin to melt, and my hand moved of its own volition, and tangled itself in Gerard’s sweaty hair. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and pulled me closer.
And then it was over. Brian was freaking out about something behind the camera, Mikey was desperately trying to hide his eyes, and Ray was laughing as if he had known this was going to happen all along.
So the scene was re-cut, and what you see today was added in place of Gerard and my little makeout session.
Later that day, after we were back at wherever we were staying that night, Gerard cornered me, and leaned close, placing a hand gently on my hip.
“Did that kiss mean as much as I think it did, Frankie?” He whispered in my ear, bringing his other hand up, and placing it gently on my cheek.
“Do you want it to?” I asked him, whispering as well.
He pressed his lips to mine again, then, and this time we were not interrupted.
So began the relationship. We didn’t try to hide it. Being in that close of proximity with three other people made that impossible. We shared hotel rooms, we shared bunks, and more than once, we shared the backstage bathrooms.
Before I knew it, I had fallen for Gerard. I’d fallen for him hard. If I wasn’t near him for any extended period of time, I literally began to go through withdrawal. I was truly, deeply in love.
And then, we came here, to the Paramour. This fucking evil bitch of a mansion. She’s alive, I swear it. The whole band is going insane because of it. Poor Mikey couldn’t even stay. And because Mikey left, Gerard was quieter than usual.
When Mikey came back, he’d changed. His glasses were gone, his hair was black, and he wasn’t the kid brother of the band anymore. It scared all of us. But Gerard, it broke Gerard’s heart.
In the end, it was the stress and worry that made Gerard break up with me. He felt that he really needed to help Mikey. He needed to be there for his baby brother. He needed to fix it.
Now if only he could fix me.
No good can come from falling in love with your best friend. I guarantee it. You’re friends, you fall in love, you think everything’s perfect, and then he’s gone. In a flash, you’re heart’s been ripped out of your chest. It’s been torn it two, it’s been dropped on the floor and stepped on. It’s been burned to cinders. It’s been scattered in the wind.
Now here I am, still in this living, breathing, fucking speaking bitch of a mansion. We’re recording our third cd. Gerard and Ray are downstairs, writing a new song, which I can hear floating up, and around the house ‘…not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey, if you stay, I’ll be forgiven…’
All I wish is that I’d never fallen so hard. I wish that this wouldn’t change the band. I still have the blind hope that it won’t. But my Gee is downstairs, writing a song, without me…
Now the music has stopped, I can hear Gerard and Ray bounding up the stairs. They stop in Bob’s doorway first, and I can hear their muffled speaking.
Gerard shows up in front of my door, saying, “Hey Frankie, you need to hear th-”
And he stops. I’ve looked up from where I’m laying silently on the bed. I can tell that he sees the sorrow in my eyes. I fight off a wave of tears.
“Hey…” he says gently, entering the room quietly, laying down on the bed next to me. “Hey, Frankie, what’s wrong?”
He knows what’s wrong, so I don’t say anything, but he holds me close to him. “Frank, I’m sorry. I never should have hurt you like that. I never should have broken it off because of everything that’s going on. If anything, I should have looked to you for support, instead of trying to fight it alone. Can you forgive me?”
I can’t answer, so I only lean forward to give him a kiss, which he readily accepts. My heart aches, but feels whole again, and I know I’ve fallen against my will. I’ve fallen for him again, even though I told myself it was a bad idea.
Gerard pulls away a minute later, placing his forehead on mine. “Hey, you wanna hear the new song Ray and I just wrote? I wrote it for Mikey, but I think it works for you, too…”
I nod slowly, smiling lightly.
We get up together, and go downstairs.
Bob, Mikey, and I surrounding Gerard and Ray, while they play the song. Gerard sings with more passion than he has been able to muster in weeks. He smiles at the finish of the song, and I smile in return. Mikey has tears in his eyes, and sits down on the first solid object he can find, which, luckily enough, was the stool of Bob’s drum set.
The band gathers together again, surrounding a now shaking Mikey, and I feel a new beginning in the life of the band and in the life of my relationship with my best friend.
~~~~
Comments are love!!
♥