One Shot Series

Gerard's POV:

"I was kicked out of my old house at 17 for all the hopital bills my parents were getting due to my bullies injuring me and because I'm gay. Not much has changed. Everyone steals my stuff now still, they still beat me and call me names, they laugh at me, and they still tell me to kill myself. This time though, it's not my high school bullies, its people from the real world. Not much else can go wrong for me. It all already has. At least I don't have to deal with my high school bullies anymore. I was that fat and useless emo kid that everyone hated. Now I don't have enough fat on my bones to survive the rest of the year. I'm surprised I lasted 5 years. Of course I had to steal and that shit but it's not enough to live off of. Tonight I'll treat myself and then end it all. I won't last much longer anyways.

I walk into a small convenience store in the middle of town. It's not the nicest place to be but I am just going to grab some sweets and get out. I grab a small bag of skittles and a few chocolate bars and make my escape. I hear yelling and someone running after me but thank god I got fast from running away from bullies. That's one thing I can thank them for. I reach the small park that's just a few blocks away from the convenience store and sit. This has been my home for 5 years. I eat the snacks I stole and lay down; waiting for night to come and take my life away.

The sun falls and night rolls around. All I have to do now is jump off the bridge at the edge of the park near the road. Rarely anyone comes over here anyways so it makes no difference if anyone will see me. If anyone comes they will probably just push me off anyways. I climb over to the other side of the bridge and stand on the edge. I look down to see the rushing water flow over jagged rocks piercing up at me. It sends a shiver down my spine. At least it will be a quick death. I hope anyways. I inhale deeply and shut my eyes tight, preparing myself for the fall. Before I can concentrate though I hear feet, rushing towards me. They stop on the other side of the bridge and the persons hands grab my shoulders. Keeping me from jumping to my death.

"Let go of me." I spit at them. Their grasp tightens. "I deserve to fucking die. I'm a fucking useless emo faggot who was kicked out, abandoned by his own fucking family. Do you know how hard it is being homeless and unloved and disliked for 5 fucking years! I had to fucking steal to even give myself one little bit of food. Now just let me die." I hiss at the stranger holding me back. I feel their strong hands lift me over the bridge and bring me back to the safe side. The one I though would harm me more than the one that could kill me. I tried to kick him off of me but I'm far too weak and far too fragile.

"Jesus, you're light buddy. So are you the dude who stole from my shop earlier? You know you could have just said you were homeless. We have food and beds in back for people who need." The anonymous man says to me. I turn around to look at him and my eyes fly wide open. My sunken eyes feeling like they may fall out. A face I never wanted to see again. EVER! I stutter a step backwards and stare at the short tattooed man before me. My high school bully. I fall backwards and curl into a ball to help lessen the damage of the punches I know he'll throw at me. He puts a strong hand on my shoulder and I tense. I know he's drawing back his fist to hurt me. Exactly like he used to.

"You want me dead now don't you. Just let me jump off the bridge." I mutter to him with a venom and vengeance in my voice. I still don't bother giving him the pleasure of punching me in the face because I keep it hidden in my knees.

"Why would I want you dead? I don't want to see anyone die." He says softly to me. His voice is filled with concern. I feebly push his hand off my shoulder and back away.

"Because you are an Iero. Don't you recognize me Frank?" I spit at him. I give a quick glance up. He is looking at me with concern and confusion. "Do you need a fucking reminder of who I am? Don't you recognize the nicknames useless, fagboy, emo, cocksucker, or fatass ring a bell to you Frank? You know what, you were fucking right you asshole. I should die. I should just slit my little emo gay wrists and off myself. Nobody wants me here." I growl harshly at him. He stumbles back and stares at me in shock and what, sadness? Bullshit. Frank Iero can't be sad.

"Gerard? Gerard Way?" He asks quietly. I look at him and roll my cold, lightless and lifeless eyes and nod. "Oh my gosh. Gerard. No, don't listen to high school me. I was a fucking stupid kid. This is why you never came back to school those 5 years ago? I'm so sorry Gerard. Please, let me make all of it up to you. Please come and stay at mine for the night. I'll make you some real food and you can clean yourself up a bit. How long has it been since your last meal? You look unhealthily skinny. Nobody should ever feel like they should kill themselves. Come to mine and please tell me what happened. I want to help you through this." He says softly. I don't know if he's even telling the truth so I glare at him.

"Tell me why I should fucking trust the person that beat me for years straight and kept telling me to kill myself. You bullied me to no end. I hate you Frank. You are one of the reasons I got kicked out in the first place. So fuck you." I hiss and try to stand. I end up falling forward and he catches me. I try to thrash in his arms but I'm so weak that it probably looks like I'm just wiggling. He sighs and picks me up bridal style and starts walking to a car. I'm trying to scream but they are just coming out as small whimpers. He keeps looking down at me sadly. He pulls me closer to his chest. He's not struggling carrying me but it looks like he is struggling with my hight because I'm taller than him. Quite a bit actually. I'm still wiggling in his arms but it gets too tiring for me so I go limp and almost dead weight in his arms. He looks at me with an even more heart broken look. He slides me in the passenger seat of his car and buckles me in. I don't bother trying to escape. It will injure my frail body more. He slides into the drivers side.

"You went dead weight on me didn't you?" He asks sadly. Why is he fucking acting so sad. I glare and nod. "Gerard, that's unhealthy. You can't weigh more than 80 pounds. Shit, I'm light to an unhealthy amount and I weigh about 120." He says to me. We drive off without another word. I end up falling asleep in his car.

"Gerard. We're here. Wake up." He says softly. I open my eyes and groan. I look up and see a fair sized house. Probably only one bedroom, one bathroom, an office, a living room, a kitchen and a den. He carries me into the kitchen and sets me down on a seat. He looks at me and brushes my long matted hair out of my face. "I'm going to make you some pizza. Is that okay? What would you like on it? After can we talk about what happened Gerard? I want to help." He asks with a sweet voice. I grimace at the sound. It makes me feel like a child.

"Poison please. That's all I need for a topping." I hiss. He looks at me with tears welling in his eyes. One tear rolls down his cheek and his lips quiver. His hands start to shake.

"G-Gerard." He stumbles out. Tears streaming down his face. I know I'm not giving off a friendly vibe at the moment but he isn't my friend now is he? "I never meant any of it. You woulddnt believe how many stupid things you do to and for someone you love. I wish I never called you those horrible names. Honestly, I thought you were the most beautiful and the nicest guy in school. Before you start asking, yes, I am gay. Under all those preppy clothes I wore I would wear ripped jeans and a band shirt. Just like what you wore. I was a stupid fucking kid. I loved you Gerard Way. Never mind loved, I love you Gerard Way. I was fucking horrible. I cried, I hurt myself, I wanted to die because of what I did to you. When all of the sudden you never showed up for school, my heart broke. I thought I'd never see you again. I realized then that I was too late. Too late to say I'm sorry, too late to say I love you and too late to say I need you. You were never useless, never fat, you are gay but you aren't a faggot. I can't believe I'm saying this but Gerard, I was scared. I was scared of you. I was scared of how open and proud you were. I was scared of being rejected. I understand if you still hate me. You don't have to talk to me just please eat and stay the night. You can wash up later and you can take my bed. You need a better sleep than I do. I love you Gerard." He says with the tears still rolling down his sad face. He places a small shy kiss on my forehead and walks off into the kitchen. I suddenly hear a crash and I get out of the chair and hobble in. I walk it and Frank is on the ground. I see his body racking with sobs. I hear his cries and mumbles. I doubt he knows I'm there. "I'm a fucking idiot. He'll never be the same. I hurt him, I broke him. God, why do I have to be such an ass." I hear him muttering repeatedly through his sobs. I tentatively walk closer to him.

"Yes, you were a fucking idiot. Yes you sent me to the hospital a few dozen times but when I saw the sad look in your eyes earlier I thought why the fuck are you sad? I mean yes, you hurt me and broke me. It wasn't all your fault I got kicked out. I told my parents that I'm gay. All those 5 years ago. I know I'll die this year. I lost the one thing that I loved. My art. Somebody stole all my art books at school. When you told me my art sucked I believed you and stopped drawing. I know I'm going to die soon Frank. Look, I appreciate the offer for dinner and staying the night but I'm a lost cause. I am already loosing my balance. I'll be out of everyone's way soon. Thank you though." I say slowly stroking his back to help him calm down. He looks up at me. He flings himself onto me and holds on for dear life.

"Please just stay here Gerard. Let me take care of you before you die. I don't want to see you die but me knowing you died in peace and happy would let me know I did something right for once. It was me who stole your art books. I loved looking at your art. It helped me fall asleep at night. Please stay." He sobs. I continue rubbing his back and I nod. Him still clinging onto me.

We ate the pizza and went to bed. We both needed company so we slept together. It was surprisingly comfortable and it felt natural. When I woke up the next day I felt much worse though. Frank called into work saying he wouldn't be able to make it due to illness. He took care of me all day as I laid in his bed. He was doing as promised. He was making sure I was doing okay and he was taking care of me. I like this Frank. He's actually very caring and nice. He told me how he would go out at night and serch for me. I didn't know he actually cared. Now I do.

Over the past few weeks I've been getting much better. I'm gaining weight, I've been feeling a lot better, I've been regaining my balance, and it's all thanks to the person who I thought hated me the most. Apparently he cares the most. I've actually completely regained my balance and wanted to surprise Frank when he gets back home from work. Honestly, I think I'm falling in love with him. I mean, who wouldn't fall in love with their saviour who happens to treat you like an absolute queen. I decided to make him a supper and clean up a bit for him since I'm fully functional again. He doesn't know that though. I'm almost done supper when I hear him walk in.

"Hey Ger... what smells so good?" He calls out to me. I smile to myself as he walks in the kitchen. I'm standing over the stove making pasta and baking cookies. I hear him walk into the kitchen and gasp. He didn't know that when he left for work I would do balance training to get myself functioning. I turn around to him and smile.

"Hey Frank. I made some dinner and dessert. I also cleaned up a bit. Welcome home!" I say. He smiles then frowns.

"Thanks but you didn't have to do this. You need to rest yourself. We haven't even started balance training yet Gerard." He says worriedly. I chuckle and walk away from the stove and to the counter.

"I know. I've been doing balance training while you've been at work. I wanted to surprise you. Thank you Frank for helping me out so much. I'm still a little ill but I'm much better than I was when you first brought me here. I'm sorry I acted like a jerk but hey, that's what happens when you have no contact with anyone for five years." I say with a dry chuckle. Frank runs up and hugs me. Surprising him, I hug back. He burries his head in my chest. Again, surprisingly to him, I rest my head on his. I take in his scent and he curls his body into mine.

"I love you Gerard. Dinner smells great by the way." He says into my chest. I smile and hum.

"It's almost done. And Frank. I think I love you too." I say and kiss his head. I break the hug to serve dinner. I put the spaghetti on both plates and cover it in sauce. I pull the cookies out of the oven and let them cool. I give Frank his plate and he just stands there in shock. I giggle and kiss his nose. I sit at the dining room table and look at him. He is still staring blankly shocked into the kitchen. "You gonna come eat?" I ask. He turns around and bluntly nods. He sits down and starts eating while staring at me the whole time. Suddenly he speaks up.

"Wait, you love me?" He asks. I burst out into laughter. He looks at me confused and blushing.

"HE TALKS!" I joke and laugh. "But yes. How can I not love my saviour who told me he undeniably loves me and took care of me for a whole month. So yes, yes I do love you." I say. He walks around the table and sits on my lap. I brush his hair out of his face. He smiles at me. We both find ourselves leaning in and we are caught in a soft kiss. From that day on I knew I would never find myself another guy." I tell our kids. They look at both me and my husband.

"So that's how you and Daddy got together 8 years ago?" Our daughter asks as she looks from me to Frankie. We both nod. "And that's why I never met grandma and grandpa from daddy Gee's side?" She asks again and we both nod. The love of my life was my high school bully. The one who happened to be the only person who cared about me.

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