I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 5 by xFrerardLivesONx, literature
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I'm Gay, A Frerard, Chapter 5
"Gerard?"
He shook his head, not looking at me. I touched my hand to his back tentatively, letting it rest there when he didn't pull away.
"Gerard," I started, but then I stopped. What could I tell him to make him feel better? I had no idea, "I really don't know what to say. I mean, it's as big a shock to me as it is to you. I cou -"
"It's just that everything's happening all at once," he cut in, "I'm really confused."
"What?"
He looked up at me, eyes shining with tears, "Frankie, I have... I have something to tell you. I - you, I mean... here."
He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against mine gently. He pulled away, biting his lip.
The night was cold. Every breeze that crept through the crevices of the tour bus tortured his shivering frame. Wrapped in blankets up to his strong, slightly pointed chin, little Frankie Iero shuddered at every chill creeping its way up his spine. Whether from the cold itself or the thoughts passing through his mind, he wasnt sure. The darkness of the bunks themselves rivaled that of the icy stillness in the air. He was never a fan of the dark. Snores echoed through the small hallway, probably those of Ray, disturbing the eerie silence of nighttime. Frank peered out of the small curtains isolating him from
Thunder - A Frerard One-shot by xXFrerard-FictionXx, literature
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Thunder - A Frerard One-shot
I turned gently in my sleep, dreaming about the new song Frank and I were writing for the band. My dreams predicted it was going to be hit.
I was rudely awakened from my sleep by a loud crashing noise coming from outside the tour bus. I sat up and looked out the window.
"Bloody thunderstorms" I mumbled to myself, still half asleep. I lay back down and attempted to get back to my dreams but I knew the thunder wouldn't allow it.
I lay still for a while dozing.
I heard someone else shuffling around on the other side of the bus. Frank.
He was terrified of thunderstorms, they scared the hell out of him. I immediately felt bad for not thinkin
Public Airplane ::Frerard:: by sweetangel4eva11, literature
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Public Airplane ::Frerard::
Frankie held his hands overtop his head for about two seconds before driving them into his lap with such force his hands slapped against his skin. Im bored, he moaned, light eyes rolling upward and looking pleadingly at the ceiling. Raising his tattooed hands once again, he angrily swiped at his eyes, rubbing away any essence of delusion. Dammit, now I remember why I hated planes so damn much.
Gerard, who sat beside him, smirked broadly and stretched as well. Headphones curled around his neck delicately, an iPod clutched in one pale hand. On his lap lay a novel, one Frank had never heard of. His eyes flickered
Gerard looked towards the bus and screwed up his face. Frankie always thought it was cute. The word stung at him, he'd always felt that way about Gerard. But they were married now. His chance had passed.
Frankie sighed as he walked on the bus. Mikey and Ray said something about going to get lunch, but Frankie had already eaten with Gerard, so the two of them stayed behind at the bus.
Gerard coughed heavily, he had caught a cold and it was hanging with him, but like a God he was still able to sing. Frankie thought it was utterly amazing.
"Come on Gee, get in there."
Frankie playfully forced Gerard into the bus by pushing on his fri
He was dying and I couldnt do anything about it, he was hurt. I couldnt even see him. I would have to wait outside in the hallway, until 10 a.m., waiting to see him. He was beautiful; hair or no hair, asleep or awake, cancer or no cancer. I was constantly crying since he had been brought in this horrible, death-ridden place. The doctors couldnt feed him right, nor keep enough water by his bed to drink. Thats why I stayed here, all of the time, thinking of him. Sleep was about to take over me when a doctor appeared in front of my tucked up body. I sleepily looked up to him, at first he was a mere blurry figure, then my
You and I - Frerard by yummyaoicupcake, literature
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You and I - Frerard
Mama, we all go to hell
Every eye in the stadium was on Gerard as he strutted around like a maniac. He was one of the only people on earth who could pull off looking both amazingly sexy and mentally deranged at the same time. His dancing was jerky, like a malfunctioning robot, but in a strange way he was the epitome of grace. His voice was the perfect mixture of heaven and hell; the man was a walking contradiction. The way he swung his hips; the sheer audacity of the hand in his skin-tight jeans The only other performer whod ever been able to pull a stunt like that was Elvis, and he was dead and gone.