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If I can't have you - Frerard/Frikey

chapter 8 - weird

2 years ago, Frank was 14, still too short, still too weird, still not quite meeting the bar of what every one wanted of him, he was smart, sure, he was one of the best students at his crap little school, he was attractive, he was perfect on paper, but he was different he didn't fit in.he spent his days shoved into claustrophobic lockers that should have had his head banging against the cool metal of the roof but he just assumed that was the one advantage of being short. he also had his first boyfriend, but, it wasn't exactly a good relationship, the stuff you're warned about in S.R lessons (use a condom, kids!). it was purely physical, with mumbled half consents and the only thing Frank got out of it was being able to honestly say he lost his virginity at the age of 14 to a 16 year old whilst drunk and drugged at said 16 year old's party. Mikey couldn't remember hisname, it began with a B maybe? either way it was irrelevant he's in prison now, something to do with trying to break into a house to get money for crack.They broke up when Frank got sick of it. then when he was 15, he ran away for a year, apparently he lived with his cousin, apparently paid the rent doing favor's for his cousin's boyfriend, Mikey swore he was the only normal one in the entire family. then his not so sweet sixteen swung round bring the Way brothers, obviously, Gerard got there first, but as per usual, that relationship was fucked up, enter Mikey. Now we reach this point, the world is no longer so black and white. the shades of grey swirled between with the splatters of red that stand out and permanently mark the surface of the patchwork silk.to say that this was easy would be a lie, in Mikey's opinion, the many ways this could go, the different paths this could lead them in was all too much. Frank was too traumatized to actually think straight, the swirling grays and black before him all blended too easily together. it was confusing and fucked up.Gerard obviously knew what he wanted and how to get it, there was no grey, no black, no white, just the burning red of fire. of hate. of love. of lust. of blood

Notes

i'm sorry its so short i'll try to update again later, also, 3 questions

who was Frankie's first boyfriend who's name may have began with B?
what the bloody fuck is Gerard planning?
anyone got any ideas?

Comments

@RubyToroIeroWayLeto

okay cool thanks!

ms.MCR ms.MCR
5/28/14

@RubyToroIeroWayLeto

okay cool thanks!

ms.MCR ms.MCR
5/28/14

@ms.MCR
On Ao3 it's gothicrubyrocker :3 there are only three chapters up on there so far but I'm putting the rest up on there today

@ms.MCR
On Ao3 it's gothicrubyrocker :3 there are only three chapters up on there so far but I'm putting the rest up on there today

*sob* okay.... Wait are you the same username on AO3? Ehh fuck it I'll hunt you down. In a loving way. :)

ms.MCR ms.MCR
5/28/14