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Words Mean Nothing.

Chapter Twelve.

The way Gerard was watching Frank gather up things for his duffel bag made Frank extremely uneasy. He wasn't completely sure about Gerard's sudden drastic change of personality. After all, you can't build Rome in a day, much like change someone's views in a single conversation. Frank blindly grabbed clothes from his closet. Jeans, Tees, belts, anything he could remember on the spur of the moment.

"You should bring your guitar." Gerard's voice made Frank jump about a mile high.

"Pansy? Why?" asked Frank.

"Wait, wait. You named your guitar Pansy?" Gerard chuckled.

"Yes…." Frank muttered suddenly embarrassed by his guitars name.

"That's so cu..cool." Gerard smiled crossing the room to examine Frank's CD rack. Gerard was amazed to find that Frank's taste in music was similar to his. His eyes caught a section of Misfits Cds, and he couldn't help but smile.

"You like the Misfits?" Gerard asked amused.

"Hell Yeah. They're the reason Jersey is on the map." Frank smiled back at Gerard sliding Pansy into her case. He zipped the side of the case closed in a fluid motion and turned to Gerard again. "There. Finished."

"Ohh, Good. Let's get out of here…to be honest it kind of creeps me out."

"It's okay…me too." Frank muttered, grabbing pansy's case strap and throwing her over his shoulder, before Frank could grab his bag Gerard had it and was out the door. The change of character Gerard had gotten so quickly was shocking to Frank, but, he followed Gerard down the stairs in suit.

Getting all Frank's junk into Gerard's car was harder than it looked. Upon opening up the trunk it appeared to be over-flowing with empty coffee cups from gas stations. He nestled his bag amongst the dozens of cups and then carried Pansy with him strapping her in nicely to the back seat next to him.

Gerard got into the drivers seat ignoring the face Mikey was giving him of pure and other confusion. Realizing Gerard probably wouldn't explain what happened with Frank, Mikey passed Frank's messenger back to him now freshly organized.

"Thanks Mikey….You didn't have to pick it up….I could have done that." Frank muttered guilty that Mikey cleaned up the mess he'd made.

"No, No. It's fine. Really. I'm sorry." Mikey found himself tongue-tied.

"There's nothing you have to be sorry about…You didn't do anything. It's not your fault." Frank assured.

"No..not about that-although you do have my condolences and every part of my sympathy…I sorta got rid of any sharp objects from your bag." Frank tensed at Mikey's words.

"You did what?!" he boomed as Gerard locked the doors and pulled out of Frank's driveway.

Here Frank was, being driven to a new environment without anything he could use to comfort himself. He was fucked.

Comments

@WelcomeToTheMarmalade
Sitting alone in 2016 crying because i love this and all the good fanfics are old

*sitting in 2015 alone and crying tears of pure loss because all my favorite fanfics are ancient*

Wow!! Sequel definitely needed!!! (; Xx

sequal?!

frankenweenie frankenweenie
5/9/14
Soft simple tears began t trickle down the young girls face as she read the ending words to her newly acquired addiction. The words seemed to swarm and melt around her mind like the coffee she seems to stitched to. With the words coursed around her mind she started to beg, plead, anything for another story about her hero's. No words came inside her head, no words of greatness shot through her mind but eight... 'This is my Gerard and I am Frank Iero.'
BatteryBomb BatteryBomb
7/31/13