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Sex and violence.

Chapter forty two

Frank's P.O.V

I haven't talked to Gerard since about four hours ago after I kicked Drew out of the house, but my emotions have just been raging a lot lately. My mind no longer denies the fact that I, Franklin Anthony Iero is in love with Gerard Way. My brother, and you know what? I've come to just accept the fact already. The only downfall to all of this is how to show him I like him, I mean all I do is kick Drew out of he house or beat him up. That's not what a boyfriend should do, is it?

I'm just sitting back on my couch, chewing on my thumb nail as I just plainly think of him. His face, his pretty pale face, which you can see more now since his hair is short and sticks up in all directions. He still wears eye liner so he looks even more like Billie Joe, but you know what. I think it's hot as fuck. The boy can sing to.

Like right now, his voice fills the upstairs as he sings a song I'm unfamiliar with. But it's muffled by the sound of the shower going as well. Oh god, just the though of him naked in the shower, dripping wet with his body steaming gets my dick a little excited. I can't help my tongue from surfing across my lips as that image is planted in my head.

And that's what I need to see.

Gerard's P.O.V

Drew left a few hours ago, Frank did too after I made things awkward but I really couldn't give a flying fuck. He ruined my love life, why should I respect his old one? Besides I had nothing to do with Chelsea, I always stayed away from her and Frank is doing the exact opposite when I'm with Drew.

But the only way I really know to keep things off my mind is to be surrounded by water, and I haven't been to a pool since what, sixth grade? But a shower will do just enough. So I slip out my bed room door and head across the hall over where the bathroom lays.

I peek thought the door before sliding behind it, locking it before I tear my shirt off and hop out of my skinny jeans and boxers. Turning on the hot water as I stand out, naked. Waiting for the water to reach the prefect temperature before slipping behind the curtain.

The hot water is like heaven as it lands on my back. One of the first showers I got since I've been home and I'm coming to fuckin' love it. In the hospital I was stuck having to take spongue baths and they didn't care about my hair since I was about to lose it anyways. So I was lucky if I got to wash it atleast once a week.

Just the feeling of the water comforting me makes me happy, so I start to let my voice yearn in a song. Just one that my mom used to sing to me and Mikey. I force my voice to hit all the notes as the vibrations of my voice bounce off he shower walls and land back in my ear. No longer shy by the sound of my voice, I've been coming to like it, just cause Drew's always complementing me on it. But it makes me happy and I really have been using it a lot more.

My voice is the only thing I hear, nothing else until the faded sounds of a door opening fill the room, I drop my notes instantly as I listen for anyone.

"Frank?" I ask out, maybe he came to grab something.

Still no response, maybe he had to pee and he's one of those people who can't talk to someone when the have to go.

But I don't even hear the toilet seat get let up.

"Frank?" I call out again, only turning around. Shocked when I see a naked figure behind me, laying under the water with me.

"Frank, what are you doing in here??"

Notes

HELLO, OKAY FIRST OFF THANK YOU ALL FOR VEIWS, COMMENTS, AND SUBSCRIBING ESPECIALLY STITCHES, MCRLOVE412 YOU GUYS ARE LIKE MY LIFE. AND THEN SADLY SEX AND VIOLENCE IS GOING TO END SOON, YEAH I KNOW IT'S SAD. BUT IT'S BEEN REALLY REALLY FUN WRITING THIS AND HEARING WHAT YOU GUYS THINK. I STILL DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE ENDING YET BUT I'M TRYING TO FIGURE SOMETHING OUT. PLEASE DON'T GET MAD AT ME FOR HOWEVER I END IT. I'M JUST WRITING WHAT SEES APPROPRIATE. BUT THERE IS SOMEHTING ELSE I'VE BEEN WORKING ON FOR YOU. A THREE PART FERARD FAN FICTION. THE FIRST PART IS ASHES, ASHES, WE ALL FALL DOWN, THE SECOND ONE IS PROBABLY DANCING WITH MYSELF IF IT GOES RIGHT AND THE THIRD WILL FOR SURE BE FLY AWAY HOME. I'M REALLY EXCITED FOR IT BUT IT'S A REALLY EMOTION SENSETIVE STORY. AND IF YOU WANT FERARD THEN YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE THIRD ONE WHICH IS GOING TO BE A WHILE BUT I REALLY APPRECIATE EVERYTHING YOU GUYS HAVE DONE WITH ME. ALL THE IDEAS, FEED BACK AND SUPPORT. I LOVE YOU ALL AND IF YOU WANT TO KEEP UP WITH ME MORE MY INSTAGRAM IS Check124Chelsea AND I ALWAYS RESPOND TO COMMENTS ON THERE AND IF YOU REALLY WANNA SNAPCHAT IT'S insomniacXD BUT YES THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

Comments

This just ripped me to pieces.

Lost_Soul Lost_Soul
1/18/16

Oh no no no! He called him Drew I cannot keep reading I'm about to DIE!

KayKay KayKay
6/30/15

I'm rereading this bc its life

xXLudicrousXx xXLudicrousXx
6/2/15

Wow, im so sad that gerard and drew died (I got a bit confused at the end hospital scene, thinking gerard had survived) but damn that was a good ending, if you write a proper novel for sure I'd read it

@Blood Bunny
I don't know how id make a sequel out of this one but I'm trying to come up with another good story line that doesn't die out O: