Lonely Hearts Club (Sequel comming in June/July)

The next three days floated by in a haze of snow, school work, second hand smoke and winter sun. Gerard found himself sorta just staring happily at points and fazing in and out of conversations and just not really paying any real attention to what was happening in the present. He was stuck in the past. Tuesday night to be exact. And the early hours of Wednesday morning. All he could think about was that near kiss with Frank, before Patrick rudely interrupted, and waking up during the night to find Frank snuggled into Gerard's chest. His heart fluttered at the thought. But he was still confused because Frank hadn't made any contact with him since Wednesday morning when he hugged him before he went home. He was just the same, but it felt, to Gerard, that things should be different. Things had changed and that was okay. But Frank was acting as if what had happened was totally normal. He wasn't ignoring Gerard and that was a bonus.

Today was Saturday. The day that Gerard usually spent mopping in his bedroom, listening to music and drawing. But it was already 3pm and he'd showered 3 times and changed his outfit 4. He was an emotional mess. He sighed and fell down onto his bed. At this Mikey walked in. Still in his night clothes and with a wide grin on his smug little face. He sat beside Gerard and then breathed in and out; then cleared his throat. Oh god. Gerard thought. Here it comes.

'So, don't hit me right, but...' Mikey was cut off by Gerard sighing and then standing up and moving over to his desk. 'Gerard.' The older boy picked up a pencil and began to sketch onto his notepad. 'Gerard are you even listening to me?' Gerard shook his head and then turned towards Mikey. 'Don't overreact you don't even know what I'm gonna say.'

'Something along the lines of 'I'm gonna ruin this night for you, you may as well go back to bed and try not to think about it.' Am I wrong?' Gerard was sulking in the corner like a small child and Mikey was shaking his head smiling.

'No. It's just. I asked Kristin to come tonight. So I won't be with you for the most part.' Gerard rolled his eyes.

'Of course, always ditching me for a girl or guy. Who is she anyway? I've never heard you talk about her.' Mikey stood up and moved towards Gerard mirror.

'The girl I sit next to in English. She's cute.' He ruffles his hair and the tilts his head slightly. He ruffles it again and then sighs. 'It will have to do.' He turns towards Gerard and smiles. 'Don't worry about it.'

'You always leave me. God. I'm gonna be a...seventh wheel!' Gerard huffs and puts his head on his messy desk.

'How?'

'You and that girl...' Gerard had forgotten her name already.

'Kristin.' Mikey assured him.

'Yeah her. Pete and Patrick, Christa and Ray. Everyone's got a fucking date except loser Gerard.' He buries his head further into the mess of his desk.

'I think you are forgetting something Gerard.' Mikey moves closer and places a hand on his brothers shoulder. 'Franks gonna be there. See it all works out you will both have to hang out with each other.'

'Don't act as if you planned this. You're just selfish.' Gerard sits up and pouts.

'Yeah I am, but you're in love with Frank so who is actually the winner?' Mikey is already out the door before Gerard can make a snarky comment. Gerard collapses onto his bed groaning and the thought of picking out an outfit for tonight. He decided on a plain black long sleeve tshirt a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and his black vans. He quickly ruffled his hair and made it look like he didn't give a fuck. Which he totally did. He gave a lot of fucks. Too many. He didn't bother with eyeliner today; he would just sweat it off anyway. He looked at what he was wearing. He didn't like it. But it was 5 and he had to eat before they headed to the venue; no there was no time. It would have to do.

Mikey was sitting in the living room. Headphones on bopping his head up and down mouthing the words to the music he was listening to quietly. Gerard smiled and then moved through to the kitchen. There his mum and dad were busying themselves preparing dinner. His mum was chopping some sort of green vegetable and his dad was cooking meat in a pan.
'Smells good.' Gerard lied. It probably did smell good, but he felt sick to his stomach. He settled in a chair at the table and placed his head into his hands.

'Hey, you alright?' Donna Way placed her hand on her sons shoulder smiling down at him. Gerard nodded, but didn't lift his head up. 'You look really good you know?' She shook his shoulder lightly.

'Thanks, and yeah I'm okay. Just...' Gerard lifted his head but was cut off by Mikey walking into the room. He was wearing black ripped skinny jeans, a band T and a hoodie. Gerard couldn't understand how his brother can look better than him when he picked his outfit off the floor and threw it on in ten minutes.

'He's nervous.' Mikey was beside his mother and brother now and settled into a seat.

'Why are you nervous?' Donald Way turned away from the pan for a second to ask his eldest son.

'He's in love and he has to spend an entire night with the guy tonight and he just can't face it. Because the guy 'might be straight or in love with me!' It's really quite a story.' Mikey is grinning at Gerard.

'In....love?' Donna said curiously. 'You're in love Gerard?' She wasn't really looking for an answer. 'Wow. I thought you weren't capable of emotion.' Mikey burst out laughing. 'I must say its all quite a shock.' Don was now sitting at the table to grin settled permanently on his face.

'So when can we meet him then?' Gerard cringed burying his face deeper into his hands. Mikey was sitting in the corner sniggering and thinking about maybe filming Gerard's reaction to the family roast.

'He actually slept with him.' Donna and Don both gasped audibly and laughed.

'You shit stirring little...' Gerard raised his head and gave Mikey a death glare.

'Gerard. Language.' Donna said disapprovingly.

'Wait so I can sleep with a guy, which I didn't by the way, but I can't say shit.' Gerard raised an eye brow and then buried his head into his hands again.

'So what's his name?' Donna asked Gerard sweetly. '

Frank Iero!' Mikey said loudly so that anyone in the vicinity could hear him. Gerard felt like shushing him but there was no point.

'Oh. Frank Way? Gerard Iero? Which one do you think would work better honey?' Donna asked her husband teasingly.

'Oh, I think Gerard Iero sounds great!' Don said through giggles. Suddenly, in the middle of his family ripping the shit out of him, Gerard's phone buzzed. He slipped it out of his pocket and stared at the text message that just came through; it was from Frank.

Heyhey GeeWay!!! Oh that rhymed! Gerard giggled. Anyway, I've been ditched by the band. They've all got this stupid thing about college meeting thing right now and I can't go and I need some company before the gig. Do you wanna come around to mine???

Gerard chewed on his lip anxiously. Then suddenly another text came through.

Oh and alsooooo, I'm able to get you backstage tonight!

Gerard stood up quickly silencing the hilarity. 'Well, this was all great, but I have to be somewhere.' Gerard turned to grab his coat when he was summoned back to the table.

'Where? We have a gig in 3 hours remember?' Mikey didn't look that panicked about it.
'I'll be there don't worry and also mum?' Donna looked at Gerard her tear stained face and bright red cheeks showing just how funny she though it all was. 'Dad?' His dad looked up from the table. 'You are the worst parents ever. And Mikey I hope Kirsten ditches you.'

'It's Kirstin.' Mikey shouts after Gerard.

'Yeah, well I don't give a fuck.' They all burst out laughing and continued to tease Gerard until he closed the front door. He didn't care though. Because he was going to Franks.

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The ground was still covered in snow, it was just manageable now and it was still freezing. Gerard wasn't exactly wrapped up, but couldn't go back inside to his family who were probably still laughing to grab a scarf. So he started his ten minute walk to Franks. On the way there he realised he's never been to Franks before he'd waited outside and he'd walked Frank home a couple of times but had never actually been in his house. He came to the apartment block. The complex was simple and not big. Gerard buzzed himself in and ascended the stairs to Franks front door. He stood there for a while, just staring, trying to work up the courage to knock. He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't even know what all this meant, what him and Frank were and if they were ever going to be anything else.

Suddenly Franks front door swung open revealing to Gerard a women in her 30's with long brunette hair falling in soft curls over her shoulders. She had small features and was only around five feet tall.

'Hello? I didn't mean to pry, but well you've been out there for the past ten minutes looking terribly worried. Is something wrong?' That was when Gerard noticed the peephole on the door. The women did look genuinely worried and so Gerard didn't want to be rude.

'I'm sorry, I'm just looking for Frank.' The women relaxed a little and smiled brightly at him. She gestured towards him to follow her into the house.

'Well, let me see. You aren't Mikey, he has glasses. You have perfectly calm hair so you're not Ray and well....you aren't Patrick I've met him. So that leaves. Gerard. You must be Gerard!' Linda wasn't directly talking to him more to the room in general. The house was little and cozy. The first floor consisted of an open planned living/kitchen space filled to the brim with ninacks and pictures. The places was warm and inviting and smelled like cinnamon and like Frank.

'Yes, that's me. Didn't Frank say I was coming around?' Gerard started to wonder whether he made the texts up in his head. Whether his mind had played tricks in him.

'No but he never does. Frank!' She called up the set of stairs in the far away corner on the first floor. Suddenly there were footsteps coming down the stairs. Frank was in black skinny jeans and a like green tshirt. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and grinned.

'Hey hey GeeWay!' He walked across the room towards them.

'Hey that rhymes.' Franks mother chimed in smiling at the two of them. 'Oh, I'll just leave you two to it. If you want anything give me a shout.' She moved slowly into the kitchen area and Frank gestured for Gerard to follow him up the stairs.

Gerard was hyperventilating slightly. He was about to see Frank Ieros room. He was going to see his bed and posters and book shelves and his dirty washing and everything else the boy kept in there. Frank sauntered into the room causally as Gerard makes the biggest exploration of his entire life. Franks room was a lot like Gerard's. Dark, messy and filled with books, CD's, posters and enough skinny jeans to kit out an entire punk concert. Frank fell into his bed and tapped beside.

Gerard breathed in and out slowly and then sat next to where Frank was lying. It was silent for a while. Gerard was staring at Frank's wall and Frank was, very obviously, staring at Gerard. It wasn't awkward. They both felt the same. They thought that at least. Gerard wasn't going to make the first move. He'd done all the flirting and gave Frank a nickname and got all jealous when Frank even so much as smiled at Mikey. He'd done all the work so far. Now it was up to Frank. That was if he liked him back. Gerard began to panic. What if he'd read all the signals wrong what if what happened on Tuesday didn't mean anything to Frank. What if Frank just wanted some company and wasn't actually going to confess his undying love for Gerard right here in his bedroom. Gerard then remembered he was in Franks bedroom and began to hyperventilate as quietly as anyone can.

Suddenly Frank pulled Gerard down by his hood down onto the bed so he was lying beside Frank. They were both staring up at the ceiling. Now it was awkward. They could hear each others breathing their arms lightly touching and they could feel exactly where each part of their arms touched. The heat, the static, the softness of every touch. Frank turned over so he was leaning on his elbows and stomach. He was staring at his pillow at first, but then slowly raises his head and looked at Gerard. Gerard kept his eyes permanently fixed to the ceiling. He wanted to look at Frank desperately. Franks gorgeous bright eyes, his little nose and perfect lips. His dark hair against his pale skin and his neck and his tattoo and every little blemish and imperfection every teenage boy had because they were Franks and that made them beautiful. Gerard couldn't take it his eyes flicked towards Frank, his intention was to quickly look away again, but he couldn't Frank was mesmerising. Frank smiles brightly moving his head around so he could face Gerard fully.

'We need to talk.' Frank breathed out quickly and blinked uneasily. That phrase was never a good thing. But he didn't say it in a sinister way, like he was going to kick Gerard out or throw holy water on him because he liked guys.

'Yeah.' Gerard said unsure of what they needed to talk about. There was a lot.

'About Tuesday.' Frank whispers sensing Gerard's uneasiness and confusion over the situation.

'Yes, that was significant.' Gerard was whispering now too. But seemed to be backing away from the other boy who lay beside him.

'Look, there is no other way to say this. I guess we have to talk because I'm wanting to clear something up with you. I'm not gay.' Gerard thought he was going to cry at this point. He'd got his hopes up too high he'd already started think about which wedding china they were going to pick out. 'And by that I mean I've never liked boys before, never really liked girl either. I've just never been attracted to someone properly before. I can appreciate someone's beauty, but I've never felt...' Just stop Gerard thought stop before you break my heart even more than it already has been. 'I've never felt the way I feel now.' Gerard's breath hitches and he swears his heart stops. 'I've never liked someone in the way I do with you.' Frank looked down towards the pillow. 'And I know their is a slim chance you feel the same way, I just wanted to get it out because I couldn't deal with it. It's like you popped into my life with your pixie nose and your black hair and makeup and your black flag tshirt and I tried to run you over and you still fucking accepted me. And yeah at first it was attraction because let's be honest here you are fucking hot, but then, only after 48 hours of knowing you, you opened up to me and I felt so different. So important and at home and I've never felt that before Gerard and I'm scared I never will.' Frank was breathing heavily now.

'Frankie..' Gerard didn't know what to say. So he thought 'actions speak louder than words.' So he acted. He grabbed Franks face and pulled it towards his. Hesitating. Their noses touching staring at each other breathing each other's breathe and being pressed against each other bodies. He moved up towards Franks lips. Pressing his softly into Franks. Frank was stunned and all he could think was 'HOLT SHIT GERARD WAY IS KISSING ME IN MY BED HOLY SHIT.' Over and over again as Gerard moved his hands to the back of Franks head and then to his neck. His lips still locked onto his; pushing into him. Gerard pulled away and smiled up at Frank.

Gerard burst out laughing and so did Frank Frank lay down on Gerard chest breathing in his scent and smiling. 'Oh My God.' Frank said quietly into Gerard chest.

'What?' Gerard whispered.

'I'm just kissed Gerard Way and now he's lying in my bed.'

'Well, people only really get excited when it's the other Way brother.' Gerard said in a matter-of-fact tone.

'Like I told you on Tuesday. I'm only interested in one Way brother.' Frank said moving up and pecking Gerard lightly on the lips and them sighing contently. 'And I think I've found my new favourite hobby.' Gerard smiled at him and then kissed him again.

They did this for a while. Kissing. Talking. Kissing. Arguing over who was the better kisser. Kissing until Frank looked at his phone and discovered it was 6:45 and they had to be at the club for 7. Tonight was going to be eventful.

Notes

I'm gonna stop for tonight and ill upload the rest tomorrow.

-C