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Words Mean Nothing.

Chapter Fourteen.

Frank's sudden change in thought towards Gerard shifted him into a state of utter confusion as he picked at his Mayonnaise, Lettus and tomato sandwich. His adolescent thought provoking emotions made him sick. Gerard was a bastard, even if he did offer to buy him a totally different sandwich after learning he was a vegetarian.

Actually, it was Gerard's pretending to be a good guy that was what made him sick. How was Frank supposed to forgive someone that fast and easily when he'd made Frank's life a living hell. Why would he all of a sudden think Gerard's eyes were enchanting. He stared at the table deep within his hating thoughts as Mikey and Gerard giggled like school girls across the table.

"Hey Fag-Frankie, are you going to finish your fries?" there it was, the Gerard Frank loved to hate.

"Take 'em, pig." Frank muttered beginning to trace the grooves in the table with his fingers once again.

"Hey. I'm not a pig. I'm a growing boy!" Gerard exclaimed grabbing the greasy fries and shoving them into his big mouth.

"Whatever you say big boy." Frank replied nonchalantly mocking the greasy boy.

"That's what they all call me when they see my dick." Gerard winked and Frank choked on his own breath.

"Ew. Disgusting Gerard I did not need that visual." Mikey exclaimed spitting out a bit of his sugary soft drink.

"Frank did." Gerard grinned.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Frank's growl was fierce. Gerard had never heard anything like it before in his life.

"Nothing I mean…well….Obviously since you're a faggot you enjoy that kind of stuff. Those visuals." Gerard stereotypically replied with a grin after regaining his composure.

"Oh yeah. Of 'course. I'm gay so every penis must thrill me, and yours must be the top of the food chain for someone so unpopular as me." Frank sarcastically replied, then continued in a more serious tone: "If that's the way you think Gerard you've got another thing coming. I may be gay, but I'm looking for true love, not the first dick I can get ahold of.

Even I have standards and your STD encrusted penis is not one of them. You wanna flaunt your bisexuality around somewhere else, be my guest. But, I am NOT your experimental game, and I will not let you treat me like shit just because I'm different. I am still a human being and deserve respect even if I am gay. Oh, and call me a faggot, or try to and I'll shove a rake so far up your ass you'll taste it. "

Gerard stared at Frank his mouth agape. For the first time Frank actually stuck up for his sexuality completely he sure made an impression on the cherry headed boy. An awkward silence engulfed the table and Mikey abandoned it to 'go refill his soda' but, it was probably just to escape the crazies. The silence at the table was broken when Gerard began to clap.

Confused as hell, Frank just stared at the surely insane boy across from him.

"Wonderful overdramatic monologue. Do it again!" Gerard laughed still clapping, but, inside his head hidden by his ego and pride Gerard was hurt far worst than anyone would ever know.

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