*Gerard’s POV*
Frank Iero.
The most perfect name in the whole universe. I never even knew he existed until I was in the 9th grade. I was in the same grade as my kid brother, Mikey, even though I’m 3 years his senior. I began school late because of some drama at home, and then I failed the 8th grade twice. Funny, you’d think I’d learn to pay attention in class and not sit there and doodle. My doodles were called “art” but I didn’t see it. I just saw a mindless doodle. I know I can do better, but I don’t because if I did I’d draw what’s in my head. And Trust me NO ONE wants to see that.
As it turns out Frank was actually in 8th grade along with Mikey and I, but I had been too busy pissing my teachers off to notice much. The first time I met Frank was when he came over to play video games with Mikey.
~FLASHBACK~
I’m sitting in my room watching Nightmare on Elm Street.
“Gerard.” I look over and find Mikey walking down the stairs. God, what does he want now?
“I have a friend over. Try not to be an ass to him would ya? Assuming you come upstairs and join the world of the living.” Mikey continues.
I nod to show I was listening and I’d try. I haven’t really talked that much since Lyn-z’s murder. She was stabbed by a hooded figure whilst we walked in the park. The perfect ending to our first anniversary, don’t you think?
Nightmare on Elm just finished. Ugh. It’s SO not worth watching the 2nd one. I stand and walk over to my bed and plop down. I pull my shoes off, then stand and pull my skinnies and Iron Maiden t-shirt off. It’s a basement for god’s sake; it should not be this damn hot in here. I lie down on top of my covers and drift into peaceful sleep. Peaceful as in I dream of killing the hooded figure in the park. I dream of killing everyone in our school (who has ever been mean to me) via torture.
I’m awaken by the sound of creaking stairs. Ignore it, it’s just Mikey. I roll over onto my stomach and try to go back to sleep.
“Oh… Um…”
I roll onto my back and sit up when I hear a voice I’m unaccustomed to.
“Who are you?” I ask. I just spoke aloud for the first time in 3 months. This boy has spoken to me once and is now changing me. Shut up, Gerard. Just because you’re gay now doesn’t mean every boy you think is cute is gay, too.
He’s fairly short, even for his age. Maybe 5 feet, 5’’2’ tops. His hair is amazing. It is a Mohawk that is black and draped over his face, the rest of his hair is blonde and is cut real short.
“My name is Frank Iero.” He replies shyly. Everything about his boy is cute. His face, his body, his hair, his voice, hell even his name is fucking adorable.
“Oh, hi Frank! You must be Mikey’s friend form school.” I look over his body. He’s wearing black skinnies and a Smashing Pumpkins T-shirt.
“Yeah, I was looking for the bathroom and I wandered down here…” Frank looked at his shoes.
“FRANK!! MAN, WHERE DID YOU GO?” I hear Mikey scream.
“Mikey! Your friend is in my room!” I hear Mikey coming down the stairs. Man, I really need to get that fixed.
“Alright! Hey Frank, wanna play the PlayStation? Since we are already down here.” Mikey asks Frank.
“Sure. Why not?” Frank replies, sitting down on the couch near my TV.
“Mikey! That wasn’t an invitation to stay down here!” I call over to him as they start playing video games. Oh well. I guess that gives me time to think, like always. I never really do anything but think. I need to get some friends.
I look over at Frank and Mikey. Frank is laughing because he just shot Mikey six times. His laugh is adorable! Frank is just too cute. It sucks that he’s too young for me. I lie down and close my eyes…
You know how if you fall asleep in a dream, you’ll wake up? Well… That’s exactly what happened to me.
I woke up at my usual lunch table at school. Mikey, Billie Joe, and Frank were laughing their heads off. What’s so damn funny? What did I miss? Ugh. This is why I don’t sleep in public. I pull my notebook out, and begin writing.
What’s so funny?
Oh god. Is there something on my face? What if I drooled?
“Man, did you know you talk in your sleep?” Billie Joe asks before he starts laughing.
Oh no. Oh crap. What did I say? Do they know what I was dreaming about? Crap. Crap. Crap.
What did I say?!
“You mumbled about Lyn-z,” I don’t remember dreaming about Lyn-z Mikey continues and grins, “And then, you started having a conversation with Frank. Only Frank wasn’t talking…” Oh god. Frank’s gonna know I’m in love with him. Oh shit. Fuck. I’m screaming on the inside, but on the outside I remain calm, and mute.
“Yeah man, what was that about?” Frank asks. And… There’s my answer.
“Well, Frank, Gee is completely and totally…” Mikey trails off and looks at me.
Shut up. Shut up. You jack-ass shut the fuck up!
Mikey continues, “Crazy.”
I silently release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. I feel hands cover my eyes.
“Guess who?”
I remain silent.
“Didn’t think you would, but a guy can hope.” Bert McCracken, my boyfriend, says sitting down next to me.
“Hey, Gee-bear!” He kisses my cheek. I am (surprise, surprise) still silent.
“Hey Bert, sup?” Mikey greets him.
“I just came over here to see if you guys wanted to hang at my house this afternoon.” Bert looks over at me lovingly.
“Sure! Gee and I will be there around four.” Mikey responds for me, like always. I guess it’s rude to not speak to my boyfriend, but I only speak to one person. And that one person is Frank. No one knows I talk to him but me and him.
I don’t even know where Bert lives. He’s never invited me over before… Then all of a sudden BAM he wants to hang at his place. For the whole year and a half that we’ve been dating I’ve never even wondered why we don’t go to his house. That’s just odd.
“Cool! I’ll be there, what about you Frank?” Billie Joe turns to Frank.
“Sounds stupid,” Billie glares at Frank, and he sighs. “Fine. I’ll be there.”
“Great! See you guys after school!” Bert pecks my lips with his and walks away.

Notes

We posted it on Mibba, so I decided to post this on here too :) Hope you guys like it! Comments are loved!
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~Luna