*Gerard*


These past few months I have become somewhat of a stalker, I hate to use that term, but I suppose that is what I am. I have become obsessed with Frank, I need him, I want him. It’s not some petty teenage crush, no this is very different. I love Frank Iero and I will stop at nothing to hold him in my arms, to be able to call him mine.

Frank Iero is just so perfect. The way his beautiful eyes glisten and light up when he is happy, unfortunately this is a rare sight, his eyes are usually dull and lifeless, beautiful nonetheless, but so empty. I intend to bring the life back to his eyes. I intend to make him happy and I intend to make him love me as I love him.

Anyway, back on topic; the way his small lips always look so enticing. Frank is a lot shorter than most, but can also be feisty, that is a rarity though. He is a lot younger than me, a decade, ten whole years, but I’m not shallow an age difference has no effect on my feelings towards him. Does that make me a paedophile? I certainly wouldn’t say that, but society can be harsh and unaccepting towards people who show difference.

The first time I saw Frank, I still remember it now, just a vivid as the day it took place…


FLASHBACK (NINE MONTHS AGO)

It was another day in the music store. Usually I would be thrilled; music is my passion, alongside art of course. Unfortunately some lousy boy band released their new album, and this placed is fucking filled with teenage girls. Every fourteen year old in New Jersey seemed to fucking be here.

The relentless flirting was really pissing me off as well. They are all shamelessly trying to flirt, I know I look young but for fuck sake have some decency. One particularly trashy looking girl confidently strode up to the counter. Fucking eye-raping me on her way.

“How can I help you?” I asked bored as hell.

“Oh well, I was wondering if you’d like to come to my place for some coffee?” She winked. I gave her a disgusted look and scoffed.

“How old do you think I am?” I asked harshly.

“Hmm, seventeen? But that’s okay I like older men” She spoke in a supposedly seductive tone.

I wrinkled my nose. “Twenty-seven” I told her.

She looked shocked but was still persistent. “Look no offence, but you look about fourteen, you should be hanging out with your mommy not flirting with a guy thirteen years older than you!” I said, trying to get rid of her.

“Actually I’m sixteen” she shouted. I just laughed as she stormed out.

This went on for a while. The shop was emptying out, I took a glance at the clock 6:45 only fifteen minutes until I can leave.

The bell above the entrance rang slightly startling me. My eyes went to the new customer, my breathing hitched at the sight. The boy standing at the door was astonishingly beautiful. Everything about him from his dainty skeleton gloves to his rad faux hawk.

His persona didn’t exactly correspond with his appearance though. He had some pretty badass tattoos and piercings he had that ‘I take nobody’s shit’ look about him but his body language disagreed.

He clutched the sleeves of his hoody firmly in him palm as he sheepishly ventured around the small store. He was weary of every step he took as if something would jump out at him.

He grabbed the CD he seemed to be after and shyly approached me avoiding eye contact. He reluctantly passed me the CD, I scanned it and handed it back to his smiling warmly “Eight dollars” I stated. He handed me the money and looked into my eyes turned around and left.

FLASHBACK OVER

It was that brief encounter that fuelled the fire of desire. I wanted him to be mine, I needed him to be. I’m not psychotic, I don’t dream about raping him and I have no desire to abuse him. No. I wouldn’t dare harm a hair on his head. The only ever time I may cause him discomfort is if he won’t come with me willingly, but I will treat him well ans soon he will grow to love me, once he realises I mean him no harm.

Soon enough we will be together, we will be in love.

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