Forget About The Dirty Looks.

Frank's POV
It's been three days since Gerard ran out on us. I've seen him since, but only for brief periods of time. It seems he always has something to do, he's always running in and out. I've notice a bruise on his arm, usually the place where they put the needle when you have a blood test. I'm suspicious of him, I want to know what he's doing. More importantly, I need him. These could be my final days with him, and I've barely seen anything of him.
I've seen loads of Mikey, Ray, Bob, and Donna. They spend as long as possible with me each day, literally until they're kicked out. I've also seen lots of my own personal wedding planner, AKA my doctor.
Things are going great. The priest is all good to go, I've let the guests know, and the food's sorted. Well, all we're having is a small buffet thing made by Donna. She complied happily, starting on the shopping straight away, she's in the process of making it all right now. Which is good, because it should be happening today.
Gerard told me he didn't have anything to do today, so I made sure it was all ready. He's with Mikey, Ray, and Bob right now. They've took him to go pick out an outfit. He still has no clue what's going on. I've said to the guys no suits, just make sure he's in something classier than ripped up skinny jeans and a holey t-shirt. Oh, and for him to be clean...
He said he has a surprise for me, and I'm going out of my mind with frustration over what it is.
I'm slowly getting worse, but at the minute it's bearable. If I stay still it isn't that bad. My kidney has kind of started working, but it still isn't there yet. I've also had a haircut, my hair was at a ridiculous length. I'm trying to look as presentable as possible for today. But, considering my skin is slowly turning into something that belongs in The Simpsons, I haven't been getting enough sleep, causing dark circles and dull eyes, and I'm hooked up to copious amounts of wires, it isn't quite going to plan. Still, I hope I look okay.
It's nearly time, Donna and the priest should be here soon. Gerard should arrive around fifteen minutes after them, if everything goes to plan. We need to prepare things, set up shit.
My stomach is filled with the butterflies you get before doing a class presentation that you're really proud of, but you still get super nervous. Nerves and excitement never settles well with me, normally I end up throwing up. I swear to God, if I throw up today I will literally kick my own ass.
I haven't eaten anything yet, mainly because I don't want to throw it up, but also because of the butterflies running rampant in my stomach. I'm going to eat my heart out later, though. Donna's ordered a cake, she won't tell me what it is though, but, she says it's chocolate.
I'm hoping to be able to stand up today, at least when we say the vows. I don't care about the pain, I just want this to be special. For Gerard especially. If this is our last days together, I want them to be happy. Things he's able to look back on and smile at, not cry.
Donna walks through the door, a massive smile on her face. She's carrying something in a box, and the priest trails behind her with the doctor, carrying trays of food. The three are smiling, but they all look worn out. I found out that the doctors name is Martin Cope. Martin looks different out of his uniform. He's wearing casual but smart clothes, he booked the day off just for today. We've bonded quite a lot over the past few days, and he's been added to the list of people that I want to attend my funeral. So far, there's only six people; Mikey, Gerard, Donna, Ray, Bob, and Martin. Considering I have no family left, and barely any friends, it's quite a high number.
They set the stuff up and are finished just when Ray runs through the door, telling us that he's getting out of the car. We scramble into place, them helping me up from the bed. I stand in the clear space between the bed and bathroom. The room's pretty big, and there's lot of space for everybody to fit in.
I managed to get Martin to let me change into something better fitted for the occasion, and not just my stupid hospital gown. He let me, but I still have to have wires attached to me.
Everybody in the room takes their places. The priest standing by me, his Bible in hand. Donna, Martin, and Ray are stood against the wall. Mikey, Bob, and Gerard aren't in here yet.
The hospital provided me some crutches, and I'm leaning pretty heavily on them. My abdomen hurts, but I try my best to ignore it, instead thinking of what's about to happen. My hands are shaking slightly out of apprehension and I feel the need the bounce on the balls of my feet, but I quell the thoughts, knowing it will just bring me pain and I'll have to lie back down again.
We hear the boy's voices down the hall; Gerard's confused one, Bob's slightly gruff one, and Mikey's calm one telling them to be patient.
They come to a stop outside the door, all of them quiet apart from Mikey. I draw in a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. Donna smiles wider, and Martin looks at me reassuringly, flashing me a small smile.
The door opens slightly, Mikey's head popping in through the crack. He looks at everybody briefly, a smile appearing on his face.
"You ready?" He looks at me, aiming the question at me. I nod slowly, a nervous smile playing on my lips. I seriously think I'm going to be sick everywhere, I'm so incredibly nervous. He nods at me, his head disappearing and the door closing. Ray comes over and stands by me, leaning his face close to my ear.
"Relax. It's only Gerard." His voice hisses the words into my ear, calming me down. It is only Gerard, what have I got to be nervous for? It's only Gerard, it's only Gerard. I repeat it in my head, my hands ceasing shaking and my breath coming in and out slower. I flash Ray a smile, hoping I look grateful. He smiles back, going to stand back to where he was originally.
The door opens, revealing Bob, Mikey, and Gerard.
Mikey and Bob go and stand by Donna, leaving Gerard staring , confused into the room. He has red hair. He's dyed his hair? It looks great, he looks really hot.
We all smile at him, probably creeping him out. He stares at the priest, his eyes clearing. He then looks at me, a smile on his face.
"Come on then, Gerard!" Mikey's voice snaps the both of us out of our staring contest and he laughs when we jump, breaking the strange atmosphere. He then starts humming the Wedding March, chuckling as he does.
"Really? Is this what I think it is?" Gerard looks hopeful, and I nod at him. He laughs out of pure happiness. His emotions are reflected in his eyes, they're bright and happy. He walks up to me, the biggest smile on his that I've seen in weeks. He stops in front of, looking me in the eyes. He grabs my hand, entwining it with his own. We smile at each other, small, full-of-love smiles.
The priest coughs, getting our attention. We both turn to him, finding him smiling at us, just like everybody else in the room.
"Shall we begin?" Me and Gerard both nod simultaneously, and very eagerly. Everybody chuckle at our eagerness. The priest clears his throat and leafs through his Bible. He begins reading a small passage, 'Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.', and then starts the ceremony.
I've never been one to believe in God or Jesus, but the whole thing is beautiful. I cry, Gerard cries. I think everybody cries at some point, even Bob. When we get the the vows, neither of us had prepared anything, and we improvise. The words aren't difficult to find, we just speak the truth to each other.
Gerard's made everybody cry, but under the beautiful words, I sensed something off about him. He was speaking the truth, you could see it in his eyes, but there was also something else in his eyes. I recognized guilt and grief, but there was something else I couldn't put my finger on. I decided to ignore it, though and question him about it tomorrow or something.
"Do you, Frank Iero, take Gerard Way to be your lawfully wedded husband?" I nod, gripping onto Gerard's hand tighter. I smile at him as I say, "I defiantly fucking do." My voice sounds choked, but it also sounds happy. Gerard smiles at me, giving my hand a squeeze. I see a tear drip down his cheek, making my tear ducts leak. The priest smiles at me, nodding his head and then addressing Gerard.
"And, do you, Gerard Way, take Frank Iero to be your lawfully wedded husband?" He nods, opening his mouth to speak but no sound coming out. He closes his mouth and clears his throat, trying again.
"Yeah.. Yeah, I do." My cheeks are starting to hurt from the smile that's been on my face since this morning. The priest closes his Bible, clapping his hands and smiling widely at us.
"Good. You may now kiss the..." He trails of uncertainly, causing us all to chuckle. My laugh is soon cut off when I feel a pair of lips on mine, instead I make an inhumane voice in the back of my throat.
I trow my arms around his neck, bringing him as close as possible to me. I've missed being able to stand up and hug him, kiss him. The pain flares up, but I ignore it, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment. We kiss for what seems like all eternity, before I feel a hand on my shoulder and I pull away, gasping.
"Easy there, tiger." Mikey has a smirk on his face, and he looks more like Gerard than I've ever seen. He pulls me into a hug. It's a quick one, and he lets go, smiling. He does the same to Gerard.
"Congrats, guys." We nods at him, I'm too overwhelmed with happiness to speak. The others all crowd round us, pulling us into one, big group hug. They all say congratulations to us, Donna with mascara streaked cheeks. She garbs Gerard's cheeks, squeezing them and plants a kiss on his forehead, hugging him again.
"I'm so proud of you!" She pulls away, looking between the both of us. "I'm proud of the both of you.." I smile at her, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze. She has tears in her eyes again as she looks at us. She shakes her head, laughing at herself and dabs at her eyes.
"Food time!" At the mention of food, my stomach starts rumbling. It's so loud that everyone hears and laughs at me. Gerard stands closer to me, slinging an arm around my shoulders and kissing my hair.
"I love you." His voice is muffled, but you can clearly hear the emotion in it. I turn around so I'm facing him and look him straight in the eyes. Like earlier, they're still pained. I reach up and kiss him, ignoring the lightning bolt exploding up my side. It's not as long as the one earlier, but you can literally taste the love. I pull away so I can lean my forehead against his, our noses brushing.
"I love you, too." I kiss him again, the I pull away and grab him by the wrist, pulling him to the food. Every step I take feels like a knife entering my stomach. I walk slowly, wincing, and Gerard looks at me with concern.
"Stay here.." He walks off, grabbing a chair and pulling it over to me. "Sit." His voice is laced with concern, and I gratefully sit, sighing in relief. He crouches down by the side of me, his face close to mine.
"What do you want to eat? I'll bring it over." I smile at him, shrugging. He smiles back and stands up, ruffling my hair. I stick my tongue out at him, trying to fix the mess he's caused. He laughs at me, sticking up his middle finger while walking off.
He's over by the table for ten minutes, talking to Mikey and getting food. When he comes back, the two plates he's holding seem like mountains. It's like he's grabbed everything of the table and shoved it onto the plates. I laugh at him, making him look at me mildly confused and amused.
"What?" I shake my head at him. I look properly at his hair, it's been trimmed slightly and dyed bright fucking red. Like.. a firetruck. It suits him, though. It makes him look older, and hotter.
"I like your hair.." I smile at him and he subconsciously runs a hand through it. He smiles at me.
"Really?" I nod at him, "Thanks.." He's blushing slightly, he now looks adorable.
"It's okay, hot stuff." He blushes harder, making me chuckle. The priest comes over to us, holding a piece of paper.
"Can you sign this, please?" He waves it at us. I can't see what it is.
"What is it?" He stops waving it around and places it in my hand.
"A marriage contact.." He holds out a pen, and I take it, reading it through. Gerard looks over my shoulder, reading it too. We sign it, deciding to conjoin both of our names, making it Iero-Way. The priest smiles at us and thanks us, before saying goodbye and heading out. We eat our mountains of food, not being interrupted by anybody this time.
Donna walks up to us, beaming.
"Cake time!" She practically sings the words at us, making me and Gerard glance at each other, smirking. I go to stand up, but I can't the pain shooting up my side making me collapse back down again. Gerard's hands are fluttering over me, he whispers things to himself.
"I'm fine, I'm fine.. I just need a little bit of help." He looks at me, not believing a word I said. I pout at him and hold out my hands so he can help me up. He sighs, giving in and hooks an arm under my arms. I get up, wincing, but manage to stand up without major pain.
We walk over to the cake, me being supported by Gerard. He lets go of me as soon as somebody gives me my crutches, but he's still glancing over at me worriedly. Ray hands us the knife and we both grip it with a hand each.
The cake itself is three tiers, covered in chocolate icing, and it has little figurines of two people that are supposed to look like me and Gerard, I think. We cut it, camera flashes going off. I go to shove a piece in Gerard's face, but he beats me to it. He shoves it on the top of my head, so it covers my hair in chocolate. I stare at him, open-mouthed and he looks back innocently.
"You little bastard!" My face breaks out into a mile and I can't contain the laugh wanting to escape me. I grab a handful, and throw it at him. I hit hits him square in the face, bits of it dripping off onto his white shirt.
He stares at me, glancing down at his shirt every so often. I peer at everybody, noticing that Mikey is filming it, silently laughing. Everybody else is quietly laughing to themselves, not wanting to draw attention to themselves. I look back to Gerard, who's still staring at me. I smile at him, widening my eyes in an attempt to look as innocent as he did a second ago.
"Whoops? My hand slipped..." He shakes his head at me, looking down so I don't catch his smile. I do, though. He steps closer to me, until I can feel his breath on me. He leans down so he can reach my ears.
"You're going to pay for this, Frankie..." I hear the last word as I feel something wet cover me. I gasp, tensing up. Gerard's laughing at me, doubled over.
"What the fuck!" I hear Ray's laughter behind me, and I spin round slowly, so I don't hurt. Ray's standing behind me with a bucket. The bucket presumably held some kind of liquid. The liquid that I'm now covered in. I spin back round after giving Ray the evils, and Gerard's still laughing.
"You bitch!" A laugh escapes me.
"I'm... Sorry.. I just.. couldn't help... myself." His sentence is broke up with laughter, making it hard to understand. I glance at everybody else, seeing them all laughing at me, too. Mikey's still holding up his phone, meaning he caught it on camera. Great.
I look at everybody, and sit down, sighing and shaking my head in mock annoyance. Gerard comes and stands by me, a towel in his hands. He gives it to me, a hopeful smile on his face. I shake my head at him, turning my head so he can't see my smile. I rub at my hair with the towel, drying it.
"I'm sorry, Frankie, please don't be mad..." A laugh bubbles up in my throat, but I cover it with a cough. I sigh at him, still not looking at him.
"I can't believe you, Gerard. Seriously?" I hear a gulp.
"I'm sorry..?" He sounds really worried, it makes me laugh again, but this time I don't cover it up.
"It's okay!" I look at him, a smile on my face. He narrows his eyes at me.
"I thought you were genuinely mad at me! It's not funny, Frankie.." I try to stop the chuckles, but it doesn't work, and the pout on his lips making me laugh harder. I stop laughing, though, when my side burns. I clutch at it, feeling the stitches. The place where they cut me open to do the transplant is still extremely sore, I can't lie on it or anything. The pain passes and I look up, smiling at Gerard slightly. He's staring down intently at me, his forehead creased with a frown. His eyes ask me silently if I'm okay. I nod at him, but the frown stays in place.
"I'm okay, really." He nods, unsure. He crouches down pulling me gently into a hug, not wanting to hurt me. I hug him back, burying my face into his neck. I hear the click of a camera and look up, seeing Donna stood there with one.
As I look round, I notice everybody staring at us. I smile at everybody, pulling away from Gerard. He stands up and grabs a chair, pulling it next to mine and sitting in it, putting an arms around my shoulders.
A smile spreads onto my face as I snuggle into his side.
I'm now married.
Married.
Conversation breaks out once everybody sees that I'm okay, the laughter starts again. I see Mikey, Ray, and Bob in the corner, laughing at something on Mikey's phone. They notice me looking and smirk at us. They walk over to us, grabbing chairs themselves.
"I'm glad I have that..." Mikey smiles deviously, slipping his phone into his pocket. Mikey and Bob laugh quietly.
"Have what?" The look at me, smiling. It's pretty creepy actually, especially when they shrug simultaneously.
"Just a video... I'll give you a clue; water and cake.." Shit, he did get it on video. I blush at the same time Gerard chuckles.
"You got that on video?" His voice is amused, whereas I'm feeling the opposite to that. Mikey nods, and Ray raises his eyebrows, laughing. We all look at him weirdly.
"What you laughing at?" He shakes his head, not being able to form a coherent sentence.
"Craig..." He manages to gasp one word out, and Mikey start to laugh as well. Bob looks as confused as I feel, so he asks them what they're talking about.
It takes the pair five minutes to calm themselves down enough to talk.
"On Monday, there were all these pictures up of Craig.." Mikey breaks off, laughing again, so Ray continues for him.
"In them he was, like, half naked, tied to the bed with a belt, staring at the camera. Everybody's, like, staring at them, wondering what the hell had happened. There must have been hundreds of the pictures, they were put all over school.." He chuckles, "Craig walks in, not even noticing them. He gets to his locker, still not noticing them. Everybody's laughing at him, but he doesn't see, he has his hood up and head down. On his locker, somebody had wrote shit on it. They'd wrote stuff like he's gay, he takes steroids, stuff like that.." Mikey buts in, taking over from Ray. I'm looking at the pair, amused but more confused than anything. Gerard is lent forwards, smirking.
"He finally looks up, and he sees all the shit on his locker. He reads it all, his facial expression totally blank. He then looks around, seeing all the pictures. His mouth drops open and he stares at everything wide-eyed. Then, he just bursts out fucking crying, man!" He laughs again, but, honestly, I feel sorry for the guy. "He sees everybody laughing at him, and lashes out. He screamed, like literally screamed, and charged towards this group of kids. He grabs one of them by the collar, and starts shouting shit in his face. He asks them who did it and shit, but getting no answers, he shoves the kid to the floor. He looks around again, his cheeks bright red." Gerard cuts Mikey off by laughing. He's been laughing for a while, but there's tears streaming down his face now from the laughter. I feel sorry for Craig, any amusement I had is gone.
"He then runs off, nobody sees him until the assembly. He's sat right at the back, still red. The presentation goes on, as usual, but then on the third slide is one of the pictures of him. The teachers don't know what the fuck is happening, so they carry on, but it happens again, again and again." Mikey laughs again, leaning back in his chair. Ray takes over, smirking.
"The pictures were gross, but it was the fact that it's Craig. He's a known homophobe, but this person has wrote that he paid a male prostitute for sex, and he didn't deny it. It was so funny, you guys should have been there." I give them no answer, and Gerard's still laughing. Bob's laughing, too, but because he's never met Craig, it isn't as funny to him as it is to Gerard.
When nobody says anything, Mikey changes the subject. Gerard calms his laughter down eventually, but he still lets out random chuckles.
Eventually, Donna tells everybody that they should let me and Gerard have some alone time. They all leave, Donna telling Gerard that she'll pick him when he rings her. We get another round of congratulations from everyone, and hugs from Donna.
When they leave, I sink onto the bed, a wave of exhaustion going over me. Gerard lies next to me, and we just lie there, tangled together for at least an hour. Gerard scoots down a little, so he's eye to eye with me. He props himself onto his elbows, lying on his stomach. I look up at him, he stares down at me, a smile of disbelief on his face.
"We're married." He breaks the silence, making me smile with him.
"Yeah, we are.." His smile widens at my words, causing mine to, too. He leans down and presses his lips to mine. We kiss for a while, slowly and softly. A warmth spread through me, my lips tingle. When we pull away, I feel light-headed and giddy. I giggle, making myself sound remarkably like a girl. I cover my mouth the instant it's out, blushing. Gerard laughs at me, moving my hand from my mouth and kissing each knuckle.
"I love you, you girl." I pout at him, causing him to chuckle under his breath.
"I love you, too, tomato.." That shuts him up, but it makes me laugh.
"Shut up, you know you love it.." He kisses me again, just a peck. I nod at his words, half-smiling.
"Why'd you dye it?" He shrugs at me, finding the words.
"I just felt like it, I guess. Bored with the black..." I nod at him, and we go back to the comfortable silence. I start to play with his hair, running my fingers through it. Considering he just dyed it, it feel really soft. Gerard's eyes start to droop, and his chin slips from his hand. His eyes shoot open, and I laugh at his expression. He sighs, laying hi head down.
"That feels nice, Frankie, keep doing it.." His voice is thick with sleep, and I carry on running my finger through his hair and massaging his scalp. He hums in content, scooting down farther and wrapping an arm around my thighs, cuddling into them.
Soon enough, he's asleep. His deep, even breaths are calming. I start to get tired, not feeling any pain coming from anywhere like I usually do. I sigh in content, completely happy for a change. My eyes start to droop, and I let myself succumb to sleep.

Notes

Aw, cute...