Lonely Hearts Club (Sequel comming in June/July)

Frank was allowed to go to the New Years party at Patrick's. It was the least his mother could do. He hadn't seen the guys since the night at the arcade and so much had happened since then. He smiled at himself in the mirror. He wasn't happy, but he wasn't sad. Just emotionally empty and done. Done with everything. He took a deep breath and headed to Patrick's. Pressing a soft kiss to his mothers cheek before leaving. At least she was happy now.
Gerard walked into Patrick's late. Very late. He wanted to make a statement with his new look. He ruffled his hair lightly and then pressed the buzzer. Patrick was the one, to Gerard's disappointment, who pulled open the door.

'What the....'

Gerard opened the present slowly. It was box and rattled slightly. He looked down at it for a moment, confused and then he got it. Frank smiled and picked up the box. They were still sat on the bathroom floor.

'You said. That you really wanted to do it. But never had the balls. Gerard Way this is your chance. Also you would look so hot.' Frank said reading the instructions a loud. 'Its permanent remember.'

'No going back.' Gerard said scanning Frank with his crazy eyes. 'Forever. Big step Frankie.'
'No Gee. You aren't getting a tattoo calm down. You're just dying your hair.'
Patrick's eyes were wide and his mouth ajar. 'Your hair?' He didn't get an answer; he was just pushed out of the way as Gerard stalked into the house.

'Yes. Yes. Isn't it fabulous.' Gerard said smiling down at Patrick.

'It's red.' Ray said. He was standing in the hall. Bottle of beer in hand and 'What the hell' written across his face. 'Please don't tell me its permanent.' He said moving closer to Gerard feel it with his free hand.

'Yes.' Gerard batted Rays hand away from his freshly died locks. 'Why don't you like it?' Gerard pouted slightly.

'No. You look great, it's just, it's against school dress code. No brightly died hair.' Ray said moving through to the living room.

'Oh fuck school rules.'

Gerard stalked into the room as flamboyantly as he could and caught sight of Frank sitting on his own in the corner of the room just staring of into space. Looking on the verge of a breakdown and suddenly Gerard new hair and need to shock everyone evaporated and all he needed was to see Franks little smile and his dimples and sparkling eyes.

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'I'm boreddddddddd.' Mikey whined at the group of boys who were siting in miscellaneous places around a large living area. Mikey looked up at everyone with pleading eyes as they sipped their drinks and smiled down at him.

'And what do you suppose we do MikeyWay?' Frank said from his little spot on that couch beside Patrick. He was leaning into him and drinking from a glass. It looked like fanta.
'Spin the bottle!' Mikey said smiling around the room at the unamused faces.

'No.' Ray said calmly taking a gulp from his cider. 'You can't force a straight guy to play spin the bottle with a group of his closets MALE friends. That's like making Gerard play with his female relatives.' Ray stated making the group laugh, excluding Gerard who just huffed and pouted like a child who didn't get their way. Frank smiled at him and made him blush slightly.
'I'm straight too and my brothers right there!' Mikey said trying to fight his case.

'Mikes. No offence but you'd get off with anything that has a pulse, related or not.' Pete cackled from his spot on the coffee table. Pete seemed to always be sitting in the most unconventional places.

'Fine.' Mikey thought for a second and the smiled devilishly. 'Lets play dares!' The group groaned simultaneously and shook their heads.

'We aren't a group of 12 year old girls at a sleepover mikes.' Dallon elbowed Mikey in the side.

'No we are a group of 18 year old boys at New Years and I'm bored!' The whole group ignored Mikey and began to fall back into their mindless chatter. 'It's dares or spin the bottle.'
'Do you know what?' Ray said abruptly 'Dares doesn't sound too bad.' The whole group nodded in agreement and hurriedly formed a circle in the middle on the room. Mikey smiled happily clapping his hands together excitedly.

'Okay so here are the terms and conditions.' Mikey said the the silent circle of friends. 'We go around the circle and each person gets to chose anyone to dare to do something. If that person refuses their forfeit is that they have to kiss someone in the room.' Mikey watched all their expressions.

'What is it with you and kissing people?' Ray exclaimed ruffling his hair angrily.

'Since Ray is being such a bitch.' Mikey called teasingly. 'The forfeit is now that the person who refused to do the dare has to kiss the person they think is the most attractive in the room.' Ray groaned.

'I fucking hate you.' He said jokingly.

'And for that. Ray. I dare you to stick ice cubes down your underwear.' The whole group gasped and laughed as Ray nodded slowly recognising his fate and moving slowly towards the kitchen.

He took it and dealt with it like Ray does. Emotionlessly and loudly. Lots of swearing and cursing Mikey to hell. Mikey laughed the whole way through Rays torture. Once the made it back through the the living room, Ray limping and Mikey giggling, it had been decided that Frank was next.

'I dare Ray.' Ray groaned sending a pleading look towards Frank. 'To punch Mikey in he face.' Mikey looked betrayed and slowly stood up accepting his fate.

'I mean I might have to forfeit.' Ray laughed sarcastically not even taking a moment for Mikey to ready himself and taking a swing. Mikey held an ice pack to his face and thanked Patrick for providing it.

'No problem Mikes. It's the same one Ray used in his dare.' Mikey threw the ice pack across the room quicker than Ray could react and laugh at Patrick.

'Okay? Are we done torturing me. I'm sorry now play the game.' They played an entire round. And it was Mikey's turn once again. ' I dare Frank to shave off all his hair!' Frank eyes went dopey and he shook his head.

'Nope. No way. My hair is my fucking best attribute.' Frank said shaking his head and forgetting about the forfeit. Mikey smiled and shot a look over at Gerard, who seemingly remembered the forfeit.

'You have to forfeit then!' Frank looked confused and asked what it was. 'You have to kiss the person you think is the most attractive in this room.' Mikey rattled off the forfeit and tried not to look too happy. Frank breathed out and scanned the room silently. 'Please think aloud Frank. Let us know your deduction.' Mikey giggled furiously.

'Well I'm not kissing you cause you're an arse. I'm not gonna kiss Dallon cause he has a girlfriend or Ray because, well he made it very clear how he felt about that.' He then looked at Pete and Patrick and thought it best to leave them be. 'So out of the three people left. I would say in my opinion Gee is the best looking.' Mikey smiled at Franks answer obviously getting the response he wanted.

'What! I'm obviously the best looking!' Pete exclaimed looking very hurt and confused. Mikey nudged him and turned back to Frank smiling.

'Shut up Pete! Then you have to kiss him....for 30 seconds!' Mikey added at the end.
'You can't keep adding rules.' Gerard whined as he moved closer to Frank.

'Watch me.'

Frank moved so that he was in front of Gerard. This was fine. They had done this a million times before. They just have to act like its the first and that they don't have feelings for each other. Gerard's stomach was doing summersaults and his heart was pounding.
'Also there must be tongue!' Mikey exclaimed excitedly. Frank turned away from Gerard and shook his head.

'If you keep going this way we are gonna end up play 7 minutes in heaven!' Frank said exasperatedly. Mikey's eyes went wide with excitement.

'Actually....' He was cut of with an simultaneous shout from everyone in the group.
'No!' Frank turned back to Gerard and shrugged pulling him forward by gasping onto his shirt. Their lips collided and suddenly Mikey was wolf whistling. The kiss wasn't like any the two had ever exchanged. It was quick and shy and there was no groping which Gerard had to admit was his favourite part about kissing Frank. When they pulled apart around 15 seconds after they had started Gerard's pupils were fully dilated and his heart hammering against his chest. A red blush spread rapidly across his cheeks and he sat down quickly not making eye contact with anyone. Frank did the same and smiled across at Gerard. He still looked sad though. Still hiding something. His sparkle was gone. Nobody noticed though. Nobody except Gerard.

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'No need to thank me.' Mikey said sliding across the tiled flooring of Patricks kitchen and into his brothers shoulders as he tried to pour himself a drink. Gerard twisted his head slightly to make eye contact with Mikey sending his a disgruntled look and then returned to pouring his drink. Mikey hopped onto the counter top and looked down at the messy red hair. 'You did just kiss the guy you've had a massive crush on since you set eyes on him and it was because of me.' Mikey stated as if it was obvious. Which it was.

'Yes and now it's awkward between both of us because you made him kiss me.' Gerard lied trying to get Mikey off his back. He was scared that the alcohol would make him less tolerant to Mikey's wind up.

'No. He got to chose out of a group of guys who btw had me in it and decided to kiss you. And he fucking enjoyed it. God bless me and my wonderful ideas.' Mikey said ruffling his brothers hair. 'Also, you didn't tell me you were dying your hair. I like it. It's suits you.'

'Really?' Gerard looked confused.

'I don't know which statement that was referring to but I'll answer to both. Yes he really did look like he enjoyed kissing you, it looked like second nature to him and yes you really do suit red hair.' Mikey hopped off the table and hugged his brother tightly. Gerard pushed him off laughing at him. 'I actually think Frank might be gay. Or maybe just for you. Or maybe just when he's drunk. I think I'm a bit when I'm drunk. Or maybe I'm just overly excited teenage boy...' Mikey's ramblings were cut off my Gerard.

'Get off! I'm not drunk enough yet to do the whole brotherly love thing.' He stumbled past him with his drink and Mikey followed happily.

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Midnight was fast approaching. Everyone was gathered around the tv their saucer eyes fixed on the countdown.

9....8....7

Frank snatched a look at Gerard. Unable to pull his eyes away. His smile seemed to consume his entire face. His arm around Mikey. His fire truck red hair falling in front of his eyes and his bright smiling eyes. His little teeth biting into his bottom lip slightly. His little giggle. His pixie nose. His thin pink lips. The way he talks with his hands and smokes far too much. His doodling on everything that he could. Even on franks skin sometimes when they are alone. Frank is trying to imagine what it's like not to see that everyday. To have to spend life apart from Gerard Way. But Frank doesn't want to. That is not a world in which we wishes to live.

6.....5.....4

It will be fine. Frank takes a deep shaky breathe in and fixates his eyes back on the countdown. He is fine. He can still see him. It won't be for long. It won't be. But he can't help but imagine how lonely it will be. How much he will miss everyone. Miss everything he seemed to have built here. His home.

3....2....1

Because that's what this is now; it's his home. He's never felt this way in such a long time. He feels as if he belongs. Frank use to think that home would be wherever his mum is, but now it's different. Now home is here. Frank smiles. Tears escaping from his eyes and the warm droplets falling down his cheeks and wetting his chin.

Happy New Years!

People are hugging. Smiling. Shaking hands. Drinking. Suddenly Frank is being pulled away from the crowd. He is reacting without thinking; like a robot. Like he's on auto pilot. Frank looks up to see Gerard. Hair brighter than before and his eyes sparkling. He's smiling and moving towards Frank. They are on their own now.

'Happy New Year Frankie.' Frank smiles back. Automatic. Like a natural reaction to Gerard talking. He moves closer trying to grab Franks eyes. Gerard's cheeks go red and he stutters for a moment. 'I love you.' The words hit Frank like a ton of bricks and his body seemed to reject them. He was meant to feel happy. The boy he loved just told him he felt the same way. He was meant to be over the moon. But instead he wants to cry. Suddenly Gerard is kissing Frank. Softly. Pushing against him gently and cupping his cheek. He can taste Gerard. His second hand smoke and the alcohol, but also the sweet taste which only Gerard's lips taste of. That does it. Franks crying now. Sobbing and Gerard looks terrified.

'Frankie? Frankie?' Gerard's eyes are wide and full of confusion and concern. His two hands on Franks cheeks. Wiping away the odd tear that travels down Franks pale cheeks. 'Frank? What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong?' Gerard's heart is thumping and his head spinning. He would blame the alcohol but he knows that right now he is as sober and the day he was born. All this was a reaction to being frightened Gerard was petrified.

Frank began to open his mouth slowly then shut it again. Like he was trying to say something. Like his voice was trapped and he was trying to push it out. He stuttered slightly and hiccuped the tears still pouring from his eyes. 'Gee. I...' The crying had suddenly stopped now and Frank took a deep breath and looked into Gerard's eyes.

'I'm moving. Gerard.'

'Mark. He came back he. He wants to..' Gerard knew about Mark. Of course, Frank told him everything. Gerard new that he had to try and calm Frank down. He had to make him see that everything is alright.

'Mark! That's fine. New York isn't far away! It's a train ride away. Why are you worrying Frankie?' Gerard was bent down to Franks height. He hated when he did that it made him feel vulnerable. When he got so close he felt like there was nothing but him and Gerard. Just them two on the entire planet.

'It's not.' Frank pulled himself closer to Gerard and inhaled his scent. 'He wants a fresh start. Him and mum and me. In...' Gerard moved away and held Franks face in his hands.

'Where Frank?' He smiles at him and it calmed Frank immensely and he stopped shaking erratically.

'Chicago.' Gerard eyes went wide and he took a deep breath and smiles again. A very faint smile. 'Marks from there and has family out there.'

'Chicago?' Gerard whispered to Frank. He nodded slightly.

'Before in New York. We discussed it and it was all in the future. I would finish school and we would move out there or I could stay in New York if I wanted, but it was always on the books.' Frank was holding back the tears now and Gerard was just in shock.

'Chicago?' Gerard said shakily.

'Yeah. He just turned up and announced that it was all a mess and that he wanted a fresh start with me and mum. Mum was overjoyed and now she's packing up the apartment and I can't deal Gerard. We move at the end of January. It's all been planned and I haven't even had time to object.' Franks stumbled over his words and Gerard seemed to have nothing to say about this issue.

'Chicago.' Gerard's mouth in a straight line. His hands still cupping Frank milky white cheeks and moving his thumbs across them anxiously.

'The more you say it won't change it Gerard. I've tried everything.' Frank laughed a small tear falling down his cheek. Gerard caught it with his thumb and withdrew his hands from Franks cheeks. He pulled his hands through his new red locks, Frank could see his mind racing. The clogs turning and his eyes darting round the room to try and spot a sign that it wasn't real that he would wake up and it was just a dream. It was his time to be the comforter now. He pulled Gerard to sit down on the bottom step of Patrick's staircase. 'Gerard. Gee?' Gerard turned his head towards Frank. His eyes tranquil and glassy. '12 hours.' Franks smiled and his friend eye scrunched and bored into him confusingly. 'Here to Chicago 12 hours by car. I google mapped it.' This made a small yelp of a giggle escape from between Gerard's thin lips. 'That isn't too long and there is only 4 months of school left really and there's an art school in Chicago and....' Frank realised at that point that he was just making excuses the same his mum has been making for the past week. He signed. 'I'm sorry.' Frank pressed his cold face into the heat of Gerard's neck. 'I'm sorry.'

'It's okay.' Gerard put his hand on the back of Franks neck and pressed a kiss to his hair. 'It's okay Frankie.'

Notes

OMFG. Dan and Phil's new video makes me wanna throw my phone out the window. EW.

-C