I Hope You Sing Along And You're Still Alive

Hi. My name’s Frank Iero. I’m um, well, I’m different, to say the least.
I’ll start off with the more normal stuff so I don’t scare you off.
I’m 15, I love my guitar more than most people, and in my opinion, homophobia is gay.
My best friend is this punk named Gerard. I try to tell him he’s perfect and amazing just how he is, but he never believes me. And I doubt he ever will believe me.
He is perfect though. He has an amazing voice and he is so, so nice. Definitely one of the coolest people I know. Second only to me.
His brother, Mikey, is pretty cool too. He’s attractive, just not as attractive as Gee.
(Homophobia isn’t the only thing that’s gay, by the way. Hint, it’s me.)
I’ve got no idea about Gerard. He might be gay, he might not be. As far as I know he’s never had a girlfriend, but he’s never had a boyfriend either.
He flirts with me, but I’m not sure if it’s just because we’re so comfortable with each other.
He’s got beautiful eyes, the type that would take forever and a day to document the colour in a way that would justify the beauty. His hair is a mess of black as dark as the night sky.
He’s got ivory skin that makes me grin thinking about it, which is something I happen to do a lot.
He’s got this perfect voice that is so amazing it couldn’t be put into words. I’d prefer his laugh to any Adele album.
And have I mentioned how much of a great person he is? He wants to help people out and he’ll go out of his way to make someone smile because he doesn’t want anyone to feel sad or lonely. I love who he is and how much he loves everyone around him. I love how much he loves his brother and his friends.
Gerard is easily the best thing that ever happened to me, though I’d never admit it to him.
I’ve known him since I was ten, and he was like a brother to me for about three years. Until I realised I was gay, when it turned into ‘I don’t want him to see me as a little brother he has to protect.’
I fell a bit harder for him last year when he saved me in the middle of getting beat up by a group of jocks, afterwards he cleaned the blood off me and stared into my eyes before saying, “I’ll never let them hurt you. I promise.”
The day I stop gushing about how amazing he is will be the day I’m no longer in the world.
It’s the night before my birthday, so he’s coming over tonight to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas and to spend the night.
I ran to my room and put on a Misfits shirt, keeping the black skinny jeans I had on. I took a few minutes to re-apply my eyeliner, smudging it before smirking at my reflection.
I lunged across the room when I heard my cellphone playing ‘Scream’ by the Misfits, telling me that Gerard was calling.
“Hey.” I said, paranoid he could hear the grin that was rapidly spreading over my face.
“Hey babe.” That piece of crap. I started blushing instantly and threw myself onto the bed in defeat.
“Did you call to cancel?” I asked, biting down on my lip.
“Heck no. I actually called to tell you to hurry up and open the freaking door because it’s raining and I’m cold.” He shivered for effect.
I sprinted to the front door and unlocked the door to reveal Gerard, who was soaking wet.
He stepped inside, stripping off his coat and duffle bag to put on the coatrack before wrapping his arms around me.
“So, it’s your last night of being fifteen.” Gerard said, scrunching his nose after letting me go.
“Yeah. Thanks for coming over tonight. It um, means a lot.” I mumbled.
“Anything for you, Frankie. You know I’d do anything for you.” He said, grabbing my hand and walking with me to the couch, sitting down next to me so closely that our legs were touching.
“So, we’re watching The Nightmare Before Christmas tonight?” Gerard asked, scrolling through Netflix until he found the Tim Burton movies.
I nodded and smiled widely as he hit play.

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