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Where It All Started Ferard XXXXXXXXX I’m not sure what made me see him at first. The rain made everything else in my sight blurry and shadowed, but I still saw him. That’s where it all fucking started. “Hey, you okay?” He looked up at my voice, mud encrusted hair falling over his face. He was a total mess, nothing more. I don’t even remember how, but soon I was next to him, kneeling down in that filthy alley, and handing him my raincoat. He gladly took it and wrapped it over his bloody shirt. “Who are you?” I asked myself that question as well, and said. “I’m a friend.” Holy crap thi

*10 years earlier* The two young boys were sitting in the snow, the smaller one shaking, his eyes bloodshot. The other boy looked concerned. "Fwankie, are you okay," the boy asked, grabbing the boy Frankie's hand. "I-I'm f-f-f-fine, G-Gee." He sniffled, running his mitten covered hand across his nose. The boy called Gerard hugged Frankie. "You're sick,Fwankie. Go inside." Frankie just shook his head. "Mommy and Daddy are fighting again. I don't wanna go back there, Gee." "COme over to my house, then. You can stay over, and maybe we can teach Mikey to sing 'Mary Had A Little Lamb'!" A weak grin spread across Frankie's face. Gerard stood

"Well, see you guys. We're gonna leave early." Ray called out, following Bob out the door. "Kay. See you." Gerard called out, stepping up to quickly hug the both of them. "Frank, are you sure you want to stay? It's just going to get colder." Ray cautioned. Frank shook his head with a smile. "I'm sure. See you guys!" Ray cast one worried glance before shutting the door closed, leaving Gerard and Frankie in the warm comfort of the house. Frank shifted nervously on the couch; reaching for his keys… they were alone. "Actually, Gerard…I'd better go too." Frank said sadly. He looked towards Gerard, who had a heart throbbing smirk

Gerard was popular. That was just the bottom line of it all. He was good at every sport, and was the star on most of the school teams, he had millions of friends, his family was…pretty well set, and he was just a generally nice guy. Too bad that his friend Frank wasn't necessarily as lucky. Frank was always short and weak, almost malnourished. It wasn't a shock that he wasn't very athletic. His parents were divorced so his mom didn't make all that much money, so he lacked in a lot of "up to date" things. He didn't have many friends at all, nobody wanted to really be seen with the weird gay kid. He just wasn't lucky. "Hey, man," Gerar

     I never really did have friends in school. Except for one, of course. Frank Iero. The short little dark haired boy who beat me up the first week of preschool, because he thought that was the right thing to do.     "Are you a boy or a girl?" one of the taller boys asked me, mockingly. My hair was long and dark, and I can't lie, I was, and am, pretty feminine. I glared up at him and the other three boys that stood around him. "I'm a boy." I said firmly, going back to reading the book in my lap. He pushed my back gently. "Liar!" he spat. They made some more rude comments before stomping away, leaving me to myself.     The next day, th

"Well Mr. Iero, looks like you have an ear infection and the flu that`s been going around. I advise you to rake in a lot of fluids, take the antibiotics I prescribed, and rest up." Dr. Sherman advised. "No-wait! What about the concert tonight?" "I`m sorry Mr. Iero, but you can`t perform in your condition." "Aw, come on!" I groaned. "I`m always sick..." I grumbled, folding my arms. Ray gave me a warning look, but the only other person who heard it, Gerard, smiled brightly at me, holding back a small taunting snicker. I stuck my tongue out at him and he did the same. I grinned. Well, at least I had Gerard to keep me entertained, like he alwa

I sat in my desk, staring at the back of my crush`s, Gerard Way`s, head. He never talked to me. He never even looked at me! I doubt he knew that I was a living breathing person. I mean, he probably heard my name during attendince, but he probably had no idea that I sat behind him and was in 2 of his other classes. I was just...there to him. Nothing special. But hje was everything to me. I obsessed over that boy more than I did to my favorite band, Black Flag, and I obsessed majorly over them! "Frank Iero?" the teacher called. "Here," I sighed, lost in Gerard`s long, silky hair. She went on calling names while I daydreamed. She called his na

Gerard Way and Frank Iero were neighbors. Frankie was about 3yrs younger than Gerard, but both ended up becoming the best of friends. So on this summer evening, it was no wonder that Gerard was sleeping over at Frankie`s house. The 10yr old and 7yr old made comfortable in the younger boy`s room. "What`cha wanna do, Gee?" Frank asked innocently, hazel eyes big and bright. Gerard shrugged. "Whatever you want, I guess." he sighed. Frankie noticed that his friend wasn't acting like he usually acted. He was distant, and quiet, and had a small attitude about him. "What`s wrong, Gee? Is something bothering you?" the younger asked quietly. "Nope.