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Title: I'll find you when the sun goes black...I just hope you're still there (4/??)
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way (Revenge Era) [Frank's pov, 'til the last part of the chapter]
Rating: PG13 for various references.
Author: Christie
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, this hasn't happened that I know of. Blahblahblah don't sue me bitches.
Author's Note: Longer chapter, hopefully I can still get the next part up this week sometime. I like this chapter a lot more than the previous 3, but that's just me :P
In case anybody needs reminders of what the characters look like in this story (or at least how I picture them):
Frank - media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhrrtj2pEd1qzbtyq.jpg
Gerard - 26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1z5f7znZF1qbjxi3o1_500.jpg
Hope you like this chapter as much as I liked writing it! :) <3
“Jesus Christ, is it illegal to drive the fucking speed limit?!” I honk my horn at the red business van ahead of me. “The fuck is the damn hold up?”
As you can see, I am NOT the most patient driver out there. But, you see, I have an actual goal in mind. A destination.
I’ve been back in this town for a couple of days, maybe closing in on a week. Just searching for signs of Gerard.
Apparently it’s harder than I thought to find a pale motherfucker like him in this place. Which, now that I think about it, make sense - if he’s normally white as a ghost, wouldn’t that mean he stays inside basically all the time? Ha, I guess I can be a bit slow sometimes.
So now I’m on my way to his house. That is, if people learn the fucking difference between the brake and the gas.
I lean on the horn again, blaring it as I’m going right up this guy’s tailpipe. I see him glance into his rearview mirror, sending me a nasty glare and speeding up so he can get out of my way. I flip him off as I finally cruise past his heap of shit.
“Thought I’d never get past that asshat.” I mutter to myself as I adjust my side mirror. “Now…which way…”
I haven’t even been here in what, two years? It’s amazing how quickly shit can become so unfamiliar. I’m totally lost right now. Hell, I don’t even remember where the Starbucks is. But I guess I’ll figure out how to get to Gerard’s eventually. Maybe I should find Starbucks first, bring ‘im some coffee as a treat…
***
“Hey, Frankie, can I borrow some money before school tomorrow?” Gerard asks from the passenger seat of my little black four-door. I roll my eyes.
“For what, Gee? Oh wait, lemme guess. Coffee?”
He gives me a sheepish grin and nods. For an added effect, he bats his eyelashes and puts his hands together, prayer-style.
“Pwease, Fwankie? You know you wuvsh me, wiiiight?”
“Oh God, Gerard. You’re embarrassing yourself, stoppit already!” I take a hand off the wheel for a brief second to tickle his side.
“Frank, watch out!” He gasps after letting out a few giggles. My head snaps up, and I jerk the steering wheel to the side sharply. I just barely manage to escape being crushed by a huge-ass cement truck.
“Shit, Gee, I-I’m sorry. You alright, babe?” I glance over after I stop the car in the nearest parking lot. His eyes are wide and his hands are trembling as they grip the armrests.
“Huh? Uh-um…y-yeah, I’m fine, Frankie. No worries.” He smiles at me, though I notice he’s whiter than usual. I reach over and take one of his hands in my own, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“We’re alright now, GeeGee. I’ll pay more attention next time. Let’s…let’s just get you home, ‘kay?” He nods, almost robotically. With a quiet, defeated sigh, I lean over and take his face in my hands, forcing him to look into my eyes. “Gerard, you’re okay. I promise. Now calm down, babe, please.” I kiss my shocked boyfriend gently, trying to help ease his nerves. It seems to help a bit, because I feel him smile against my lips.
“Thanks, Frank. But, hey…you sure you don’t wanna stay at my house for a little bit, since my parents aren’t home…and help take care of my, er, problem?” He winks at me.
“Gerard- motherfucking-Way…” I groan. “You ruined a perfectly nice moment…And we coulda fuckin’ DIED just then. And now, all you can think of is SEX? Or are you just toying with me?”
“Sir, I’ll ‘toy with you’ when we get to my bedroom.” He grins. “And, hey, can I help it if my boyfriend’s a sexy little fucker?” I smile at that, knowing I’ll just have to oblige His Highness in his request if I don’t wanna be pestered at school tomorrow…
***
BEEEP!!
“Huh? Oh, fuck!” I step on the gas. My mind’s wandering again…great. And, o’course it had to be THAT one, too.
That night - obviously - wasn’t me and Gerard’s first time. But…I might have to say it was one of the best. I could tell he’d definitely been shaken up by our near-accident; however, it was almost as if he was channeling that into passion with each kiss, each bite, each lick, each thrust…His desire was at a new level that I’d never experienced before. It was even there after we both were finally spent. He just wouldn’t let up. As we laid on his bed afterwards, he’d nibble my neck, my ear, everything…it was as if it was the end of the world the next day, and he wanted to be sure he knew me inside and out before he had to say goodbye.
He…he even said he loved me, more than anything else in the universe.
“I could never love anything more than I love you, Frank. Never in a million years. I love you so much, Frankie…Never leave me, ‘kay?”
That’s exactly what he said to me. Exactly. I still remember it perfectly.
“Fucking Shamwow truck, what the fuck?! Get the hell outta my way, bastard.” I grumble. I need to find Gerard as soon as I can.
Who knows where he is, or what he’s doing right now…
*~*~*~*
“Come on, Gerard. Do it already…”
Greasy black shoulder-length hair hung in front of Gerard’s face, reflected back at himself in the bathroom mirror. Brushing it off to the side a little bit, he noticed tears building in his eyes.
“He is never going to come back. You gotta face the facts.”
But he loved you. And you loved him. Can you really just forget about that?
“…No. I can’t. But if he’s gone, what good can it do?”
What if he does come back this time, though? And you’re just…gone?”
“You say that every time. I’ve listened, every time. But it’s never happened - he’s still not here.”
So, you’re just gonna give up, just like that?
“I can’t take it anymore. It…it hurts. It’s like I’m not even alive anymore, to begin with.”
And that blade, or rope, or gun - whatever you’re gona use - that ain’t gonna hurt?
“It’ll hurt less than what I’ve had to go through emotionally these last few years.”
…You’re a dumbass. I hope you know that. And I hope you have fun throwing your fucking life away.
“Shut up.” He closed his eyes tightly as he took his razor and sliced his wrist effortlessly, trying to stop his inner voice’s relentless berating.
Plip plop. The gash was deep enough that blood quickly swelled from it, then fell to the white vanity in bright red splotches. Gerard stared as more drops followed, his eyes filling with fresh tears. Not from the physical pain - hell, he didn’t even actually feel anything at all. Besides the constant ache that consumed him day after day, night after night, for what felt like a hundred years.
He glanced at his face one more time, taking in the dark shadows under his eyes; such a contrast to his powder-white skin. The filthy, wire-like strands growing from his head shone in the fluorescent light, making it look like maybe it was just wet from the shower.
He eyed the unfinished tattoo peeking out from his shirt. He’d tried to get a replica of Frank’s doves, only smaller, just underneath his collarbones. But he couldn’t go through with it. The one that represented Frank was done, besides a few minor details; after that he couldn’t take it. He saw the needle prepare to pierce his skin again, and freaked out. He was already almost gray with fear the minute the first one was started. Even completely wasted, he couldn’t overcome his phobia.
With a sigh, he stepped out of the bathroom, not bothering to clean anything up. He headed to his room, blade in hand, finally prepared to carry out what he’d tried and failed to do so many times before.
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way (Revenge Era) [Frank's pov, 'til the last part of the chapter]
Rating: PG13 for various references.
Author: Christie
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, this hasn't happened that I know of. Blahblahblah don't sue me bitches.
Author's Note: Longer chapter, hopefully I can still get the next part up this week sometime. I like this chapter a lot more than the previous 3, but that's just me :P
In case anybody needs reminders of what the characters look like in this story (or at least how I picture them):
Frank - media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhrrtj2pEd1qzbtyq.jpg
Gerard - 26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1z5f7znZF1qbjxi3o1_500.jpg
Hope you like this chapter as much as I liked writing it! :) <3
“Jesus Christ, is it illegal to drive the fucking speed limit?!” I honk my horn at the red business van ahead of me. “The fuck is the damn hold up?”
As you can see, I am NOT the most patient driver out there. But, you see, I have an actual goal in mind. A destination.
I’ve been back in this town for a couple of days, maybe closing in on a week. Just searching for signs of Gerard.
Apparently it’s harder than I thought to find a pale motherfucker like him in this place. Which, now that I think about it, make sense - if he’s normally white as a ghost, wouldn’t that mean he stays inside basically all the time? Ha, I guess I can be a bit slow sometimes.
So now I’m on my way to his house. That is, if people learn the fucking difference between the brake and the gas.
I lean on the horn again, blaring it as I’m going right up this guy’s tailpipe. I see him glance into his rearview mirror, sending me a nasty glare and speeding up so he can get out of my way. I flip him off as I finally cruise past his heap of shit.
“Thought I’d never get past that asshat.” I mutter to myself as I adjust my side mirror. “Now…which way…”
I haven’t even been here in what, two years? It’s amazing how quickly shit can become so unfamiliar. I’m totally lost right now. Hell, I don’t even remember where the Starbucks is. But I guess I’ll figure out how to get to Gerard’s eventually. Maybe I should find Starbucks first, bring ‘im some coffee as a treat…
***
“Hey, Frankie, can I borrow some money before school tomorrow?” Gerard asks from the passenger seat of my little black four-door. I roll my eyes.
“For what, Gee? Oh wait, lemme guess. Coffee?”
He gives me a sheepish grin and nods. For an added effect, he bats his eyelashes and puts his hands together, prayer-style.
“Pwease, Fwankie? You know you wuvsh me, wiiiight?”
“Oh God, Gerard. You’re embarrassing yourself, stoppit already!” I take a hand off the wheel for a brief second to tickle his side.
“Frank, watch out!” He gasps after letting out a few giggles. My head snaps up, and I jerk the steering wheel to the side sharply. I just barely manage to escape being crushed by a huge-ass cement truck.
“Shit, Gee, I-I’m sorry. You alright, babe?” I glance over after I stop the car in the nearest parking lot. His eyes are wide and his hands are trembling as they grip the armrests.
“Huh? Uh-um…y-yeah, I’m fine, Frankie. No worries.” He smiles at me, though I notice he’s whiter than usual. I reach over and take one of his hands in my own, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“We’re alright now, GeeGee. I’ll pay more attention next time. Let’s…let’s just get you home, ‘kay?” He nods, almost robotically. With a quiet, defeated sigh, I lean over and take his face in my hands, forcing him to look into my eyes. “Gerard, you’re okay. I promise. Now calm down, babe, please.” I kiss my shocked boyfriend gently, trying to help ease his nerves. It seems to help a bit, because I feel him smile against my lips.
“Thanks, Frank. But, hey…you sure you don’t wanna stay at my house for a little bit, since my parents aren’t home…and help take care of my, er, problem?” He winks at me.
“Gerard- motherfucking-Way…” I groan. “You ruined a perfectly nice moment…And we coulda fuckin’ DIED just then. And now, all you can think of is SEX? Or are you just toying with me?”
“Sir, I’ll ‘toy with you’ when we get to my bedroom.” He grins. “And, hey, can I help it if my boyfriend’s a sexy little fucker?” I smile at that, knowing I’ll just have to oblige His Highness in his request if I don’t wanna be pestered at school tomorrow…
***
BEEEP!!
“Huh? Oh, fuck!” I step on the gas. My mind’s wandering again…great. And, o’course it had to be THAT one, too.
That night - obviously - wasn’t me and Gerard’s first time. But…I might have to say it was one of the best. I could tell he’d definitely been shaken up by our near-accident; however, it was almost as if he was channeling that into passion with each kiss, each bite, each lick, each thrust…His desire was at a new level that I’d never experienced before. It was even there after we both were finally spent. He just wouldn’t let up. As we laid on his bed afterwards, he’d nibble my neck, my ear, everything…it was as if it was the end of the world the next day, and he wanted to be sure he knew me inside and out before he had to say goodbye.
He…he even said he loved me, more than anything else in the universe.
“I could never love anything more than I love you, Frank. Never in a million years. I love you so much, Frankie…Never leave me, ‘kay?”
That’s exactly what he said to me. Exactly. I still remember it perfectly.
“Fucking Shamwow truck, what the fuck?! Get the hell outta my way, bastard.” I grumble. I need to find Gerard as soon as I can.
Who knows where he is, or what he’s doing right now…
*~*~*~*
“Come on, Gerard. Do it already…”
Greasy black shoulder-length hair hung in front of Gerard’s face, reflected back at himself in the bathroom mirror. Brushing it off to the side a little bit, he noticed tears building in his eyes.
“He is never going to come back. You gotta face the facts.”
But he loved you. And you loved him. Can you really just forget about that?
“…No. I can’t. But if he’s gone, what good can it do?”
What if he does come back this time, though? And you’re just…gone?”
“You say that every time. I’ve listened, every time. But it’s never happened - he’s still not here.”
So, you’re just gonna give up, just like that?
“I can’t take it anymore. It…it hurts. It’s like I’m not even alive anymore, to begin with.”
And that blade, or rope, or gun - whatever you’re gona use - that ain’t gonna hurt?
“It’ll hurt less than what I’ve had to go through emotionally these last few years.”
…You’re a dumbass. I hope you know that. And I hope you have fun throwing your fucking life away.
“Shut up.” He closed his eyes tightly as he took his razor and sliced his wrist effortlessly, trying to stop his inner voice’s relentless berating.
Plip plop. The gash was deep enough that blood quickly swelled from it, then fell to the white vanity in bright red splotches. Gerard stared as more drops followed, his eyes filling with fresh tears. Not from the physical pain - hell, he didn’t even actually feel anything at all. Besides the constant ache that consumed him day after day, night after night, for what felt like a hundred years.
He glanced at his face one more time, taking in the dark shadows under his eyes; such a contrast to his powder-white skin. The filthy, wire-like strands growing from his head shone in the fluorescent light, making it look like maybe it was just wet from the shower.
He eyed the unfinished tattoo peeking out from his shirt. He’d tried to get a replica of Frank’s doves, only smaller, just underneath his collarbones. But he couldn’t go through with it. The one that represented Frank was done, besides a few minor details; after that he couldn’t take it. He saw the needle prepare to pierce his skin again, and freaked out. He was already almost gray with fear the minute the first one was started. Even completely wasted, he couldn’t overcome his phobia.
With a sigh, he stepped out of the bathroom, not bothering to clean anything up. He headed to his room, blade in hand, finally prepared to carry out what he’d tried and failed to do so many times before.