Lonely Hearts Club (Sequel comming in June/July)

Now Frank was out in the cold. Trying not to puke everywhere. He hasn't performed in such a long time he was really nervous. He felt his voice wasn't prepared for a live audience yet. His hands shook as he reached into his jean pocket grabbing his pack of smokes and relieving his hypersensitive mood and overactive imagination. He felt great. The first inhale of smoking taking over his senses and loosening his muscles. His brain stopping for a second and his shoulders relaxing into the wall he was leant against. He was having an awesome day so far if he was to rate on a scale he's say it was definite 8 even a 9 if this performance goes to plan.

Gerard is in there now; his black hair all styled into a quiff and his brown eyes all glossy and warm and captivating. His little teeth poking out every time he giggles and smiles. His little laugh. Filling up Frank ears and trapping him in his little bubble of Gerard Way. When he was around him his senses were dulled and heightened at the same time. It's like everything he does is intense: smile, laugh, breath, place his hand on the base of Franks back and the way he whispers into his ear and his breathe tickles his neck. When Gerard does all of this Frank feel it all from the tip of toes all the way up his spine to the back of his neck. He feels it all. But at the same time everything else is dulled. The weather, the cold or hot, when someone talks to him, brushes past him he doesn't notice he only notices Gerard. He is the centre of everything.

But he'd never ever tell him that. It would go to his head. And he's up himself enough.
Frank exhales deeply. Thinking about Gerard when his familiar presence creeps into Frank line of sight. Frank smiled and turns his head towards the boy.

'Hello, Iero.' Gerard says bluntly taking the cigarette from between Franks teeth and sucking the nicotine from it.

'Gerard.' Frank smiled up at him. His friend? Is that what they were. Boyfriends? No. Friends with benefits. Ha. Frank wished it had went that far. He decided on his Gee. Yeah that worked. It was only a kiss.

Okay multiple kisses.

Gerard moved closer leaning against the wall beside Frank. Frank leans into him pushing his face into Gerard's arm. 'What's up Frankie?' Gerard looks down at him frowning. Concerned eyes and a supportive smile.

'M'nervous.'

'Why?' Gerard lifted Franks chin up so they could make eye contact.

'Just. Don't feel ready. It's all kinda fast.' Frank smiled up at his....Gerard.

'I'll be there. Supporting you. Even if you fall off the stage or get the lyrics wrong or....'

'Okay, I get.' Frank felt like he was gonna be sick again. Gerard noticed and pulled him into a hug and Frank settled into the hug. They fitted into each other's arms perfectly.

'The last two months have been a waste of a perfect fit.' Gerard says into Franks ear. That sensation is back again. The shiver. The warm breath hitting his neck and sending shocks from his toes to the place of contact. Frank makes a confused sound and Gerard smiles. 'You said Pete and Patrick were a waste of a perfect fit.' Frank smiled and leaned closer.

The most perfect fit.

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Franks on stage. Jumping about. Running his hands through his hair. Sweat dripping from his forehead and his guitar hanging from his neck. He's talking into the mic. Everyone's staring at him. In awe. Like he's not some dweeb who just had his first kiss at 17 three hours ago, like he isn't frank iero, but Frank Iero. Like he is important. He will be important one day, Gerard thinks, he'll be the best of the best. He'll have fangirls and boys falling at his feet and screaming his name. He'll be on posters in teenagers bedrooms and he'll be playing on the radio.

He is important.

He's talking into the mic and they are all looking up at him. 'Hello,' he smiles, a smile Gerard's never seen before, he pushes his lips to the mic 'I am Frank and this is the Cellabration and we have one last song left.' He turns his head towards his band mates who nod and grab their instruments. 'This song is about having everything that one should need, but not having what makes you complete. This is 'All I Want Is Nothing.' They begin to play. Franks passion obvious. People are digging it. Loving him. The band. The music.

They are important.

Gerard's eyes are wide. He is leaning against a speaker at the side of the stage. The vibration current moving through him. That song. Frank spoke about it. On Tuesday. And once before. But that once before was Gerard ease dropping. Well not exactly.

Lunch sorta didn't excite Gerard. Except the fact it was an hour of drawing and listening to Frank talk or just staring at him. Not continuously. Just quick glances and exchanging a slight smile when he noticed. But he didn't take interest in what people were saying. They didn't interest him. But Frank did. This one specific lunch time Frank was being incredibly quiet just sitting with his notepad and scribbling and occasionally looking up at the group whilst he was thinking. So Gerard stuck his earphones in. He didn't really care about whether Christa looked at Ray today or if Patrick was working tonight.

'What you up to Frank? I feel like Gerard's rubbing off on you.' Patrick said leaning over to Frank.

'Oh I'm just writing and composing.' The song is changing on Gerard phone and so Gerard hears Frank say this to the group. He doesn't want to seem tok interested in what Frank is saying. So he slips his hand into his pocket and turns down the volume to he can listen in.

'Cool!' Patrick says. 'What's it about? Got a name yet?' Patrick was trying to look at Franks notepad but he wouldn't let him.

'Oh, just about stuff. I'm thinking 'All I Want Is Nothing' as a title?' Frank says closing his notepad and looking up at the group. 'It's for my band.'

That was the first time Frank mentioned his band properly to the group. He had said he had a bunch of friends he jammed with and that were from New Jersey. But this was the first time he mentioned that they were a band. This was about a 4 weeks ago and that was also when he mentioned the gig.

Gerard was always interested in that one song. He was hearing it now. The lyrics flowing through him. One caught his attention 'All I want is nothing. Because all I want is what I can't have. All I want is nothing, if I can't have one more second of a time when I was yours and you were mine.' Franks voice was smooth and raw at the same time. Honest and made you shiver with the sweetness in his growl.

He was jumping about the stage. He was playing the guitar like his entire world depended on it. His little guitar and his song. He got closer to the mic now. 'I want you. I want you.' He says the audience they are jumping in time and loving it. Soaking up the energy. Frank was a big ball of energy. He was everywhere of stage an once. 'I want you.' He was staring a Gerard now. Smiling. His eyes glowing. His mouth ajar and his guitar swaying on his hips. He blew a kiss into the audience and swaggered up to Gerard.

Gerard was about to tell him how good his performance was. Tell him how amazing the song was. That song at the end. With the lyrics and that bass and the lyrics. And Franks voice it was better there than on Tuesday. So much passion and drive. He wanted to tell him how good he looked up there. How he was a totally different person on stage. How he swaggered about with double the confidence real life Frank had. But Gerard couldn't say this because before he could open his mouth. Franks was on his. Pushing him back against a wall. His mouth was warm and wet and all Gerard could think about was how beautiful Frank looked when he was singing. This his lip pressed against the mic. Gerard pushed back. He placed his hands on Franks back and pulls away.

'I think we should go find the guys.' Gerard smiles down at him. And they do.

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When they had made their way out of the club to the back where they had all agreed to meet. They had already made a silent agreement.

A little secret never hurt anyone.

Frank had been keeping too many secrets recently. From everyone. From his friends. From his mum.

Frank was surrounded by all his friends and they were all congratulating him on his performance and he could feel Gerard's stare burning into him. He could feel Gerard's hand lightly pressing into his back and how he got as close as he could before it was seen as out of character; which was pretty close for Gerard's standards.

Pete and Patrick still seemed the same. Friendly. Patrick still shy and coy. Pete still platonic as fuck and flirting at the same time. Frank was disappointed, of course he was, but what did he expect. They were the perfect fit but maybe not perfect enough.

Christa was leaning into Ray and Ray was glowing like the fucking sun. Grinning and not really contributing to the conversation. He was happy and that made them all kind of relaxed. If Ray was happy the world was a peaceful place. Mikey's girl wasn't here. She left before Frank and Gerard got back. But Mikey said she really enjoyed herself.

Frank was on a buzz and post show high. He loved this feeling. But he felt uneasy about the fact him and Gerard had their tongues down each other's throats literally half an hour ago and now Frank was leaning into his brother and pretending like he wasn't thinking about Gerard without a shirt on.

Mikey leaned down to Franks ear. 'You alright Frank? You seem a bit....out of it?' Frank tries his best 'I have no idea what you're talking about' face but it doesn't seem to work. Mikey is still smirking.

'I'm totally fine MikeyWay. I have no idea what you are on about.' Frank smiles up at him and his eyes wrinkle at the edges.

'Hmm.....' He seemed to let it go 'Kristin wasn't interested in me. More interested in you.' Mikey says staring down at Frank frowning. Franks smile disappears and he turns his head away from Mikey's shoulder, where he had been leaning, to look his friend on the eye.

'Dude you're kidding? You're MikeyWay! Oh course she was interested! Frank placed his hand on Mikey's shoulder and smiles again. 'Don't worry, she might have just liked the band. I mean we are pretty good.'

'Yeah, you are. I thought maybe I had a shot tonight.' Mikey stood up and helped Frank up from where they were sitting. 'I guess I can just flirt with her some more in English and try and get her to come to a Fall Out Boy gig or something.' Frank smiles and nodded. Mikey leaned close to Franks ear and whispered 'Can you please go talk to my brothers he's been staring at you since you sat next to me. He's like a jealous puppy.' Mikey pushed Frank towards his brother. '

I've always wanted a puppy.' Franks said under his breathe walking over to Gerard and Patrick. They were talking about the schools Christmas concert and the fact Patrick had to play in the school orchestra.

'It's not that I don't like 'Oh come all ye faithful' it just it's the most obnoxious of all Christmas carols and he wants me to sing it. I don't sing and especially not insufferable carols like that one.' Gerard is nodding along with Patrick's rant. But it's obvious he isn't listening just pretending to be interested in it. 'Oh and don't get me started of the Brass section. God they think just because they are loud that they can try and out do is strings. Sitting behind us and being fucking annoying...' Patrick is cut off by Frank questioning him.

'I thought you were in the brass section?' Frank stands next to Gerard leaning into him slightly.

'Well yeah. I play 3 songs with the brass section then two on the main piano and then 5 with the strings and I have to sing one as well.' Patrick was one the most talented musicians Frank was ever come across he plays everything. Just hand him any instrument and he will create art. Patrick gets distracted by a phone call. 'Mum.' He says sadly pushing away from the group and holding the phone to his ear.

Frank smiles and moves closer to Gerard. 'Hello' he says shyly looking up at Gerard. He isn't showing much emotion just looking at Frank.

'Frank.' Gerard raises his eyebrows at Frank and his eyes lock with his.

'What's wrong Gee?' Frank pushes closer to the boy. Making sure nobodies really paying attention to them.

'Well you know.' Gerard waves his hands in the air. And smiled down at Frank.

'Mikey said you're jealous' Frank giggles Gerard doesn't respond just quickly looks over at his brother who is currently trying to de-tangle Rays hair from his zip. 'You don't have to be. Remember. I'm only interested in one Way brother. Though.' Frank turns towards Mikey. 'If I can have both??' Gerard hits Franks arm and turns his head. 'I'm joking Gee.' Frank giggles and takes Gerard's hand. 'Let's go somewhere where we can't be interrupted by Patrick ranting on about the concert or Ray screaming when Mikey finally realises the only way to sort it out is to cut the hair.' Gerard smiles and let's himself get led away from the group and around the building.

They came out onto the main road outside the club. Which was surrounded by bars, cafes, restaurants and little shops. Frank and Gerard walked next to each other in silence until Gerard worked up the courage to grab Franks hand. It was warm and his calloused fingers brushed against Gerard's ruff artists hands. Frank sighed in relief. He was thinking about doing it himself but he didn't feel as bold or confident as he did when he kissed Gerard after the show. They kept walking. Pointing out things. Cafes they should visit. A comic book store Gerard had to show Frank some time. A little coffee shop which said they were hiring.

Suddenly the Main Street ended and they found themselves at the same park they stumbled across only two months previous. So much had changed since that night.

They sat on the same bench. Frank leaning closer to Gerard than before. Smiling ear to ear. His head fitting into the crook of Gerard's neck perfectly.

'The perfect fit.' Frank whispers into the darkness that surrounds them. He didn't even notice the cold. Or the fact it was drizzling with precipitation. The only thing Frank noticed was Gerard's heat and his breathing and his little giggle at his comment.

Gerard sighs. 'Do you know why we are a perfect fit Frankie?' Frank shakes his head and looks up at Gerard for an answer. 'Because we are two lost souls. Two lonely hearts. I'm stuck and you're floating. I'm miserable and you're miserable, but with each other we aren't. You lift me up and I keep your grounded.'

'What is this?' Frank asks Gerard. The questions been hanging in the air since earlier that evening. The elephant in the room.

'I am not sure. I mean we aren't friends. I don't know about you but I've never done this with Patrick.' Frank giggles. 'But I don't know. I don't like the term relationship. It's seems daunting. Like we want it to fail.' Frank nods in agreement. 'I think this is a club?'

Frank moves away from Gerard's shoulder to give him an equally amused and confused look. 'A club?' He shakes his head laughing. 'What kind of club?'

'The Lonely Hearts Club.'

Notes

If any of you guys like editing/art or know anyone who is, I'd love to design something with someone for the headings/pictures of all my fics.

-C