It started with a handgun,
Loaded with excuses,
I started faking it,
And then you started breaking it,
All the pieces used to fit,
-Marianas Trench [Push - Fix Me]

I fell in love with Frank in such a short period of time. The one thing I told myself I couldn't do, the one thing I forbid myself from doing, and I had broken that rule as well, and here he was, begging me with his eyes to stay and hear the answer that was trapped in his throat. The answer that would tear me apart, and I saw it. I don't know why I chose to kiss him either, but it didn't feel wrong, and now I was sure that I was nearly in love with Frank Iero.
Over the month, we had gotten quite acquainted, and I didn't regret it. I learned he was bi, and that I was gay. I learned he now preferred guys, and that was perfect, for me. I learned that he was an only child, who was in a punk band, and that his mum wants to forbid him studying music. I learned far more than that, and yet, I don't know if he likes me back. It was okay, I'd just spend time sulking and giving him sad smiles then and again. We would fall apart, and the pieces would no longer fit together.

"Frank, it's fine." I begin to say, and attempt to get up but he won't let me go. It hurt, physically and emotionally, to have him as nothing more than a friend. He always sent me mixed signals. There was one day where he brushed my hand with his while we were watching a movie with Mikey, but retracted it quickly.

"Gerard, will you fucking listen?" Frank's voice sounded strained. I didn't understand why. It shouldn't be hard to break what's left of my heart.

"How can I when I practically know your answer? You can't even answer me!" I was dead, but for some reason I could feel. I mean, vampires are dead, right? The creatures of the night.

"If you would stop jumping to conclusions, maybe I'll be able to get my words out of my mouth. They're caught in my throat because of past events, okay? And god damn it Gerard, stop talking shit about yourself okay? You're everything anyone could ask for, and I'm falling for you, hard, and fast. I want to be with you, I just don't know how." A sad expression overtook his face. "I don't want you to break me, because I've never like someone the way I like you, Way." He winks causing me to blush, and tears form in my eyes, and grin spreading across my face. "I want to be with you, so fucking much." At this point he sits up, and stares into my eyes, scanning my face for, I guess anything. All I could show was rejoice. "Gerard Way, will you fucking be mine?" He asks me, and to answer him, I lean in, and gently kiss him. This time I kissed him with a passion, and a delicate touch. My hands ghosted over his hips, and his tangled themselves in my hair, tugging me closer to him, and causing me to let out an inaudible noise. I parted my lips from his, and rested my forehead against his, with a featherlight touch.

"You make me feel alive again, Frank." I tell him. "You've always made me feel something different from the moment I set my eyes on you. I can't describe it, but it's as if I have a heartbeat again, and fuck." I explain it all to you. I couldn't believe this was happening. I would get my dream man. "You're fucking artwork Frank, and nobody can take that away from you." I inform you, watching a child-like grin spread across your face.
An hour or so later, Mikey comes in bearing coffee, and croissants freshly baked. We both thank him, and the three of us sit together in a circle, laughing and sharing what had just happened. Meanwhile, I snake my arm around Frank's waist, and I notice a smile ghost over Mikey's face. Glad he was on the same page.

"No sex while I'm in the house." He set down a ground rule. I just laughed while Frank turned an embarrassing shade of crimson horror. We pledged not to, not that we would anytime soon anyway, and continued on as usual. It was awesome that Mikey was cool with everything to this extent. Then it got morbid. "So my girlfriend cheated on me." Mikey adds in. My eyes go wide. "Has been for a few months, I guess it doesn't hurt too much since I was going to leave her anyway, but I can't help feeling like shit knowing what we had was fucking fake to her." I nod. "Fuck." He sighed out. "You're in a relationship, I'm out of one." He sounded depressed, and I knew that when he got depressed, it hit him hard.

"Mikes, it's okay. You'll survive. She isn't worth it, and what's done is done. You can't make her love you." I offer. "Plus, if she gave two fucks, she would have called, said sorry. She did give two fucks, and neither should you." I add in.

"You'll grow from your pain, Mikey. You can pull through it. I did, I'm a-fucking-live, and now I'm with your brother, and I didn't think I'd ever be. My point is, you'll find someone who makes you feel something, and you'll meet someone who won't fuck you over and just leave." Frank declared to Mikes. A small, almost invisible smile dances on my brother's face.

"Thanks guys. There's one thing I've been meaning to ask." I smile as does Frankie, and so the most terrifying question leaves Mikey's mouth. "What did you mean by nobody would love some vampire freak?" Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. He heard that. I swallow down the lump in my throat but it doesn't seem to go away.

"Mikey..." Frank tried giving a warning tone.

"Gerard, you do realize you're not a vampire nor a freak? Gerard, so many people love you, and have loved you. I love you, I don't want to put words in Frank's mouth, but he loves you to a certain extent. He likes you romantically, maybe not love romantically yet, but, I mean, come on." If only he knew. I was a monster, and this is a question I didn't want to answer, not yet. The fact that I admit it to Frank, not even a day into knowing him showed that he meant far too much to me from the moment I set my eyes on him. I took a deep breath, and began.

"Mikey, I want you to know something," I looked down at my lap, then up at Frank, who in turn, gave me a small nod. That's when I looked over at my younger brother and really started my fucked up explanation. "The real reason I came back is because, one, I dropped out around a year after I went to art school, but I started a band. I thought they were nice people, but, the truth is.... They weren't. They turned me into a vampire, as crazy as it sounds, WAIT!" I nearly yelled as he began to get up. "They wanted to kill me, and when they didn't they raped me." I let a tear slip out. "I ran away when I could, when I knew I could. It took me six months to get up and leave. I'm sorry, and I know you don't believe me, but look." I opened my mouth, and made some awkward expression that showed my teeth. I had my fangs in and I swear, he nearly died. Mikey's expression paled, and he looked sick.

"How long have you both known?" Was the question that slipped out of his mouth.

"I've known for over seven months, and Frank's known since the day I met him." I look down shamefully, knowing I should have told Mikey.

"I need to go." Was all Mikey said. That was the first time he fired the handgun loaded with excuses. I began to sob once he left the room, and I just hugged Frankie, and cried for a good, long period of time. I knew even if Mikey told, nobody would believe him. It broke my heart that he had to learn so much about me that he hated, and so many things that hurt and broke him. I love him, despite being a creature of the night.
It had been another month, and Mikey kept pushing me away, and all his excuses hurt me. Most being that he had to head out, and he wouldn't reason with Frank. It stung, although Frank kept me company, and dealt with my mood swings, and depression very well. I also continued painting Frank and I think one day soon he'll let me paint the rest of him. He's really grown on me. It's truly amazing how much he cares, and how fucking much he's willing to sacrifice. He hasn't gone to classes quite a few times due to me. He's wanted to make sure I'm fine. He's honestly, truly beautiful.
I heard a knock on my door, and I replied with a 'come in', and so when Mikey entered the room instead of Frank, I was shocked. I gave him a puzzled look.

"I'm sorry that all I've handed you is excuses. I faked going out, and I know you faked not being hurt. I'm truly sorry. Our relationship wasn't the best over the last month, and it's my fault. I'm so sorry. It's not everyday your brother tells you he's a fucking vampire. I don't think you're a freak, Gee." He comes closer to me, and I give a slight, hurt, smile. "It was wrong of me. I guess I was just afraid you were different. I know you're a lot paler, and have fangs, but you're not going to fucking, like, I don't know, suck my blood and leave me there to die?" I let out a laugh.

"I'm not going to. I did it once to this one girl named Lyn-z. She was nice, I had always wanted to talk to her, but... You know. I kind of went insane and painted in her blood on the sidewalk. I'm surprised nobody arrested me there and then. Point is, ever since then, I vowed not to drink anyone's blood. I don't kill anyone or anything. I just eat like a normal human being." Mikey gave a small nod, and sat next to me on my bed.

"Just promise you won't do it again." I smiled at him.

"I promise." I hugged Mikey for a long time after that. It was good to have my brother back, and I was damn happy about it. The only reason we broke the hug was due to Frank's call for dinner. We sprinted down the stairs, only to be met with a meatless garlic pizza. Frank outdid himself tonight. I looked over it, and it was homemade tomato sauce with pesto, and oregano. He added garlic to it as well, tomatoes, kale, and spinach, bits of pepper flakes, and had marbled cheese to top it all of. It was mouthwatering, and yes, as a vampire, I can have garlic you fucking idiots. Mikey and I sat down, opposite one another, and Frank, my Frank sat next to me. A smile played on his face as he looked at his creation.

"Alright, let's fucking eat, I'm starving." A chuckle escaped his perfect, thin pink lips, and he allowed Mikey to chose the first piece, I took the second, and he chose last. As I bit down on my pizza, the taste made my taste buds dance, in a metaphorical sense of course. That's when the spiciness hit me.

"Holy fuck." I let out. "What else is on here?" I asked. It felt good in a way and I liked it.

"Hot sauce." A stupid fucking smirk danced on Frank's lips and it made my stomach do flips.

"Shit, this is good." Mikey beamed.

"Fuck! The salad!" Frank shot up from his seat, and brought out a bowl filled with letuce, chopped up avocado's, onions, and sesame seeds. I was the first to be served, followed by Mikey, and Frank himself. It was one of the best meals I've ever eaten, even though we had been living with Frank for two months now. We attended our mothers funeral a few weeks ago, and I gave my eulogy. I made a lot of people cry, and we buried her next to grandma Elena. I'm still trying to get over her, and sometimes I will fall asleep in Frank's bed with him. I preferred it that way anyway.

"Dude, where did you learn to make food?" I asked Frank.

"I guess I just learned from watching my mum, you know? It's no big deal." I smiled at him softly, and we ate, with some conversation about how Mikey was holding up, and how school was going for Frank. He was very hesitant about the subject. It was almost the end of October, and he seemed to be excited for this month to be over. I never really asked what university he went to, or college. I tried once, but he felt uncomfortable so I didn't pry.
After dinner, Frank and I went to his room, and Mikey said he was going out to meet Bob, and watch a movie. Frank gladly let him, and so we were left alone. We stumbled into Frank's room after our childish race up the stairs, and as soon as we walked into the room, Frank shut the door, and began to kiss me. I kissed him back with a burning desire. His lips slightly chapped, and mine being incredibly dry. He led me to the bed, and we just sat on it, kissing, for god knows how long. His hands in my hair, and mine under his shirt, and placed firmly on his waist. He was a beautiful kisser, and I lived for his kisses. I guess I brushed a sensitive spot on his waist, as a little moan escaped his perfect lips. That's when he slightly pushed me off, and I listened, and parted my lips from his, breathing hard.

"I can't." I nodded.

"Neither can I." I whispered, assuring the feeling was mutual.

"Gerard. I think I'm ready for you to finish painting me." I smiled at this, and I kissed him once more, slightly clashing my teeth against his lips due to my goofy smile, and I dragged him into the art room. I watched him take his shirt off, and he was so beautiful. Swallow tattoos were placed on his hips, and a flame that said hope was on his chest, on the left side. He was fucking beautiful and the ink that covered his body, made him look so fucking stunning. And so, I began to finish painting this artwork of a boy I'm sure I'm in love with.

Notes

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