My Angel

I haven't seen Gerard in nearly two months. Tomorrow's Christmas. He disappeared on October 28th. He was kidnapped. I miss him. The world has less color without him. - I walked to the field again. I came everyday since Gerard went missing. Maybe one day, I will see him again. No. Not maybe. I will see him again. In time. I sat down in the middle of the field. I hate this place. This is where Ryan died. This is where I nearly lost Gerard. This is where I did lose him. I hate this place, yet I still come. I do it for Gerard. I figured maybe he'd come back. There's that trail... I don't know why, but I'm deciding on following that trail. Maybe it'll take me to him. Maybe I'm desperate because maybe I need to see him again. Maybe I can find him. Maybe he's not dead and maybe he's just waiting for me and maybe he's okay and... Maybe. I began walking, following the trail of flattened grass where Gerard must've been dragged. The trail is long, but I don't care and I'll do whatever it takes. I can only pray to God that Gerard is somewhat at the end of the trail and okay. I need him to be okay. I can't move on and live my life without him. He is my life now. He is my everything. He is my angel. - The trail ended at the creepy train tracks at the start of the woods. But luckily, there was more signs of flattened grass where Gerard must've been dragged. I followed the flat grass. It took me to a cemetery. The cemetery was dark and creepy. I've been here before. BJ took me here once. Everything is so strange. I looked around, but don't see anything out of the ordinary. But... I heard something. Something... beautiful. Singing, perhaps? Singing. Singing. Coming from the mausoleum. The singer sounds sad, depressed maybe. And scared. And perhaps lonely. Maybe their family member died and they're visiting? Whatever it was, I was gonna find out. If someone is sad and all alone, don't you think they should be comforted? I do. I made my way to the mausoleum. I stood outside the door, listening. The voice is quite beautiful. It sounded like it belongs to a male, perhaps. The voice coming from the inside sounds awfully familiar. And the person was crying. Hold the fuck up. I busted through the mausoleum door. What I was definitely not expecting to see was him. Gerard Way, my angel. I started crying. He had his back to me and he was tensed up. He stopped singing. I guess he didn't know who entered but I assumed he thought it was the person keeping him hostage here. He was tied up, he looked like a mess. Was this really happening? "G-Gerard?" He turned around and looked at me, and began sobbing. The corners of his mouth turned into a slight smile. "F-Frankie?" I ran over to him, falling to the floor and wrapping my arms around him as tight as I could. I sobbed into his shoulder. I fucking found him! I fucking found my angel! I found him! I knew I would! I untied him, and he wrapped his arms around me. We both sat there crying tears of joy for a few minutes, before Gerard looked into my eyes. "We need to go," he said, wiping away his own tears. "Before they come back. They'll know I was found and leave me alone now. Frankie, I missed you so much." "I missed you too," I replied, wiping my tears away. "Who took you? Tell me what happened to you." "I'll explain everything later, but John and BJ took me because I witnessed Ryan's murder. And right now we need to go." Those motherfuckers. I nodded and we got out of there as quick as possible. We made it to the creepy train tracks, and followed them until we hit the main road. We walked to my house (my parents weren't home thank god) and I let us in. We went upstairs, and sat on my bed. He explained to me everything that had happened while he was in the cemetery and when he got kidnapped. Let's just say if I ever see those motherfuckers again, I will personally shoot them in the face. Gerard's POV He found me. My angel found me. I kept telling myself no one cared and no one was looking, but I was wrong. Frank cared. He cared enough to come for me and save my life again. I love him. I told him everything. Every little detail. When I finished, he pulled out a dried bloodstained piece of paper. My letter. "I found this," he said quietly, handing me the paper. I already knew what it was. "Did you mean it? Everything you said?" I bit my lip and nodded. I did mean it. Every single word. But did he feel the same way? He opened his mouth to talk. And before he could say anything, I chimed in. "I should get home to my mom and Mikey, and let them know I'm alive and okay," I sighed. Frank looked up disappointedly and nodded. I stood up and hugged him. "Thank you, Frank." "Hey, Christmas is tomorrow and--" "Tomorrow is motherfucking Christmas?!" I interrupted. I was gone for that long? I missed Frank's birthday! "Yeah, it is. I want to know what you want so I can get you something last minute." "Okay." I looked around and grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled down exactly what I wanted. I handed the paper to him. "Don't read it until I'm gone. Or even, read it tomorrow morning." He nodded and I left. When I got home, mom and Mikey totally freaked out when I came home. They engulfed me in hugs as they cried and asked a lot of questions. I explained everything. They hugged me some more and we talked some more. Finally it was time for bed and I fell asleep quickly. - When I woke up, I was alone. I was alone on fucking Christmas. How nice. I went downstairs to find a note on the counter. 'Gerard, You were sleeping so peacefully, we didn't want to wake you. Tobias and I went to his mother's and Mikey went to Pete's. I'm sorry you're alone, honey, but we'll be back soon. Go hang out with your friends. I'm sure they all missed you. Merry Christmas. -Mom' I picked up the note and went back up to my room. I put the note in the drawer. I texted Frank to let him know I was awake. I looked at the clock; it read 12:56pm. Wow. I slept in today. I laid back down in my bed. I had nothing else better to do. I decided to close my eyes for a moment. But then I heard the front door being closed. Maybe Mikey was home? I just laid there still, my eyes remained closed. I heard the footsteps leading to my room and the door came flying open. I opened my eyes. Frank was in the doorway. He had a humongous smile on his face and he looked like he was on the verge of tears. He walked over to my bed and sat down, setting the note he had in his hands on my nightstand. I glanced over at it, noticing it was the one I wrote last night. "Reread what you wrote," he instructed, gesturing to the note on my nightstand. I did as he asked and reread what I wrote. 'Dear Frankie, I don't want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need. I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true, baby, all I want for Christmas is you. Xo g' I set down the note, blushing. It's true. All I want for Christmas is him. But I needed to quickly change the subject. "So, how's Lindsey?" I asked. To be honest, I really wondered. "Is she back with Bert?" "No, actually, she's dating a gal named Ellie," he sighed, noticing that I was purposely changing the subject. Ellie? Okay cool. "Gerard. Don't change the subject. Just... Kiss me." What?? Really??? Fuck yeah! Okay!!! I just sat there, blinking stupidly. I didn't move. I just blushed. Frank realized I was stunned, I suppose, because he pushed me down on to the bed, straddled me and kissed me. "You want me, right? Well, I'm yours." He kissed my neck. I moaned quietly, but I assume Frank didn't think that was good enough. He started sucking, hard. I moaned louder, reaching up to grab some of his hair. I felt him grin against my skin. Then he took off my shirt, and left a trail of kisses from my neck to my collarbone, biting my collarbone slightly. I moaned again as he made his way back to my neck. "Frankie," I gasped as he reached down and undid my belt. He kissed my lips again, grabbing my arms and pinning them over my head. He made his way back to my neck again. I moaned louder, throwing my head back, exposing my neck even more. He let go of my wrists, reaching down to unzip my pants. I bucked my hips upwards at his touch, now desperately wanting more attention. He sat up, taking off his shirt, exposing every tattoo he has. I stared in awe, just because I could. He's so beautiful. He leaned back down to latch his lips onto my neck again, leaving more and more marks. I didn't mind. I mean, it's Frank Iero. I can't say no to someone as beautiful as Frank Iero. It's impossible. He kissed the mark he created on my neck. Then he just kissed my body from my neck down to where my jeans sat. I let out a quiet moan, trying not to be loud in case someone came home. If my mom came home, I'd be fucked. And not in the way that I'd like. Frank sat up, looking at me with the world's biggest grin. I looked at him, perplexed, my arms still laying above my head. He slid his hand into my pants, making me let out some breathy gasps and moans. I bucked my hips upwards, making him grin even more, if that was fucking possible. I found myself mumbling random words until Frank squeezed. "Frankie, just fuck me!" I exclaimed, barely in control of my own words. I bucked my hips upwards again, moaning loudly. He took his hand out and slid my pants off, leaving me in my boxers. He grabbed the waistband of them, and sat back for a moment. "You sure you want this?" He asked cautiously. I placed my hand on top of his and nodded. "I trust you." He nodded and slid them off ever so slowly, discarding them on the floor with the rest of my clothes. He got up off the bed, sliding off his own pants and boxers. When he got back on the bed, he placed a hand on my thigh, sliding his hand up and down and I couldn't help but to let out a breathy gasp. He spread apart my legs, pushing them up and getting in between them. "Now, this will hurt a little since we have nothing to work with, but I promise, if you tell me to stop or if you say no, I'll stop, okay? I won't force you to do anything you don't want me to. I want you to know I won't intentionally hurt you. You mean too much to me." "Okay," I gasped. He placed his hands on my hips, positioned himself properly, and I braced myself. I knew what was happening now. I was about to lose my virginity. But not to just anyone. To Frank Iero, one person that had cared for me when he didn't even know me. Who saved my life and told me I was important when I meant nothing to him. He's my angel. Always. "You ready?" "Frankie?" "Yeah, sweetheart?" "I love you." "I know. I love you too." "I'm ready. I trust you." "Okay, baby." He pushed himself inside of me and then the rest of the intimacy and love was lost in the sheets, and all of it made up of nothing but beautiful love, passion and romance. And I shared this beautiful love with my true love. My one and only. My angel. And that's all I could ever ask for. - I laid curled up next to Frank's beautiful naked body, smiling. Smiling because for the first time since before I got kidnapped almost two months ago, I was genuinely happy. But this happiness was like no other I've experienced. This happiness contained love. I loved someone who truly loved me back. And I made love to someone that loved me just as much as I loved him. And it was everything I ever wanted. Frank held me close. He had a coy smile playing about on his lips. I kept my arms wrapped around him, and we just laid like that for awhile. Not wanting to move or anything. We just wanted to lay next to each other. I looked up at him. He's so beautiful. "You're so beautiful," I whispered. He looked down at me, where I was snuggling up beside him. I looked into his gorgeous hazel eyes and then he kissed me, and I practically melted into the kiss. After he pulled away, he rubbed his nose against mine and I giggled, because this was just us. This was what we both have been wanting for awhile now. And all it took was one little note for him to come right over and make love to me. And I felt like this couldn't get better. But it did. "Not more beautiful than you, sugar," he purred, smiling so genuinely it was perfect. "I love you so much, and I have a question to ask, my love." My love. I'm dying of happiness right now. You don't even know. "Anything, angel," I smiled back, almost on the verge of tears because of how happy I was, and how perfect this was, and how beautiful he was. It couldn't get better, I swore. Wait for it... "Gerard Way, will you be my boyfriend?" Oh my fucking god, this cannot be happening... It's all too perfect. And too real! I kissed him and straddled him, wrapping my arms around his neck whilst he let his hands explore my back. I pulled away for a slight moment, smiling and crying and fucking dying because of how perfect this was. "Yes," I whispered. "I love you." "I love you too." "Promise?" "I promise. Always and forever I will love you." "And always and forever I will love you more." And we kissed again. And I knew this couldn't be more perfect. Just us together is perfect for me. Always. This Christmas will always be my favorite and it will always be the best. Nothing could ruin it. "Gerard!!" Except Mikey and Pete. I broke the kiss and spun around, blushing like hell, and looked at them. The little motherfuckers were smirking like it was their job and they were getting paid to do it. They stood there with their arms crossed, just staring while my naked body (which was partially covered) straddled Frank's. Pete turned to Mikey and smirked at him. "You owe me ten bucks," Pete laughed, holding out his hand while Mikey dug through his pockets. "Remember? You said if they had sex and or Gerard lost his virginity before this year was over, you'd give me ten bucks. Where's my money, Mikeyway?" "I don't even have ten bucks," Mikey sighed, finally giving up on his empty pockets. He looked at Pete, who's smirk grew wider, if possible. Mikey just shook his head. "How about I repay you with a kiss?" Pete puckered his lips in response. "Guys!" I yelled, embarrassed. Frank looked just as embarrassed as I did. Clearly, neither of us was wanting my little brother and his boyfriend in my bedroom while I was naked and straddling Frank, who also was naked. Neither of us expected it either. But here they stood, and here we were. "Get out! Can't you see I'm busy?! Go!" They just giggled and walked out. And Frank and I just kissed again. Like nothing ever happened. Like this wasn't an awkward situation. Like I hadn't just lost my virginity earlier. We just kissed like we were made to do it. And with no more interruptions, we could just kiss. We could be naked and kiss all we wanted. That is, after we locked the door. - Lindsey's POV "Lyn!" Ellie exclaimed, wrapping me in a tight hug. I smiled. "You said you needed to talk to me, right? Well, let's go outside." After we made our way outside, I lit up a cigarette, leaning up against the wall. "So I heard that missing boy, your friend," Ellie began, leaning up against the wall next to me. "His name's Gerard, right? Well I saw on the news that he'd been found and he's alive." I nearly dropped my cigarette. I looked over at Ellie in shock. They found Gerard and he's okay? I was fathomless on how traumatized he must be, though. Probably a lot. So in retrospect, he's not okay. He's just alive. I finished my cigarette and stomped it out on the pavement. I turned to face Ellie, discarding Gerard from my mind almost entirely. I grasped her hands and looked deeply into her eyes. They were so beautiful. Like her. "El," I whispered, not breaking eye contact. "About what I wanted to talk to you about... I want to ask you an important question or two." I tried to sound sweet, because I definitely was not breaking up with her. She's too good for that. And I didn't want her getting that impression. "Okay," she whispered, pressing her soft lips against mine for a moment, before resting her forehead against mine. "You can ask me anything, Lyn. I love you so much." "Will you runaway with me?" She looked at me perplexedly, tilting her head to the side. "Right now?" She asked, giggling a little, perhaps thinking I was joking. I nodded. I wasn't joking. I wanted to runaway with her. "Oh. Well as much as I'd love to Lyn, I can't today. But maybe tomorrow night or something." "Well I won't force you, but you can runaway with me anytime you want," I whispered. She nodded. "And moving onto question two. Since I don't have parents that really care about me, and I don't fucking care about our age, and since your mom likes me..." "Spit it out, Lyn!" She giggled, watching as I nodded and then pulled something out of my pocket. She tilted her head again, perplexed. But her eyes grew wide when she realized what I was holding. "Oh my god..." "Ellie, will you marry me? I know it's cheesy, and cliché, but I truly--" "Yes!" She interrupted, crying tears of joy. I slid the ring on her finger and she just smiled wide. She threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine. I knew this was one of the happiest moments to come in our relationship, until the marriage, of course. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her back. Because I truly love her, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Because screw the world.

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