Die Romantic [Frerard, Rikey] - The Black Parade

DeAtHxrEiGn7 · 05-23-2008, 12:19 AM

I got bored and I've had this story for a long time,
and I wasn't sure if I should post it.
It's Rated 15+ for Frerards, Rikeys, whatever I decide to
throw in here. hehe Oh yeah..and language, but that isn't nuthin knew :D
wells, enjoy!! tell me whatcha thunk! xD

I don't own anyone in this story

Index
Chapter 1- page 1
Chapter 2- page 1
Chapter 3- page 2
Chapter 4- page 3
Chapter 5- page 4
Chapter 6- page 5
Chapter 7- page 6
Chapter 8- page 7
Chapter 9- page 8
Chapter 10- page 9
Chapter 11- page 9
Chapter 12- page 10
Chapter 13- page 11
chapter 14- page 12
chapter 15- page 12
chapter 16- page 14
chapter 17-page 15
chapter 18- page 16
chapter 19- page 17
chapter 20- page 18
chapter 21- page 19
chapter 22- page 20
chapter 23- page 22
chapter 24- page 22
chapter 25- page 23
chapter 26- page 24
chapter 27- page 25
chapter 28- page 26
chapter 29- page 27
chapter 30- page 28
chapter 31- page 30
chapter 32- page 31
chapter 33- page 32
chapter 34- page 33
chapter 35- page 33
chapter 36- page 34
chapter 37- page 35
chapter 38- page 36
chapter 39- page 36
chapter 40- page 37
chapter 41- page 38
epilogue- page 39

Chapter 1:
DEADLY SECRET ADMIRER?

ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
THE WORLD IS DEAD
AND SO ARE YOU

Frank read the small card with worry.
Beads of apprehensional sweat trickled down his back.
Who would send something so sick as that?
he tossed the card down onto the table by the vase of ruby red and
white baby roses.
At least the flowers are pretty,
he leaned down to sniff them.
They smell wonderful, he sighed.
The beauty didn't mask the sense of overwhelming doom that they carried.

Who would want to kill Frankie?

Well, besides Lynz,
but she'd hated him since she could breathe.
He was nineteen,
hadn't done anything wrong in high school
except for getting expelled once or
twice from school or bad mouthing his mom,
or peeing in Lynz's flower garden across the street late at night.
Lynz hated his guts but not enough to kill him.

Maybe it was Heathor's new boyfriend whom she'd told about how
he'd smacked her around a few months before.

Frank sighed regretfully.

As bad as she'd done him,
he still never should of done what he did.
She had cheated on him,
with his best friend in the whole wide world,
and he'd gotten extremely pissed.
He needed to vent some anger so who better to hit really hard
a few times other than the whore herself?

He felt horrible for it,
and he couldn't remember how many times he'd apologized to her.
When she'd just call the police or her parents
on him every time she saw him near her house,
when she'd ignore all of his emails and calls,
he eventually gave up and just left Heathor alone.
Maybe someday she'll forgive me, he'd told himself then.

"Hey, Frank. Who is the flowers from?"
Gerard, his roommate,
brought him out of his reverie.

Frank shook his head, then turned to look at him.
"Dunno," he answered,
quickly taking in what Gee,
Frankie's favorite way to say his name,
was wearing.

He wore a black leather jacket,
a bright red and hot pink striped tie with his black tee shirt,
tight black jeans, and huge boots.
"Secret admirer?" Gee guessed,
slyly winking at Frank.

Frank smiled. "I don't know," he shrugged,
sticking the card in his pocket on his baggy jeans.

"Did the card say anything?" he kicked off his boots and plopped onto a sofa,
leaning back, stretching.

Frank couldn't help but slobber over the bit of pale skin showing when his shirt rose.

"Nope. Blank." Gerard sat up, gazing into Frankie's hazel eyes.

Frank wanted to pounce on Gee right then.
Just pounce on him, cover him in chocolate and lick every inch of him clean.
Whoa, Frank thought, did I really just think that??
Gee had the most gorgeous eyes he'd ever seen.
Frankie had thought he was as straight as a line could be but once he saw Gerard,
he knew right away that he was about as straight as a vibrator.

Frank wasn't sure how he should tell him about his being gay.
He wasn't sure if Gee wanted to know,
but it was better that he did, as a precaution.
He wanted Gee to know, but then again,
he didn't want him to be freaked out.

Good God, they're so green, Frankie oogled over his eyes.

"Hmm..That's weird," Gee stated,
getting up and walking to stand right in front of Frank.

Oh My God, is this for real?! Frank squeaked in his head.

Gee then reached out for his hand.
Frank could feel his eyes bug a bit but he tried not to lose his cool.

"Did you ever think maybe they were from me?" he asked softly.

Frank felt blood drain from his face.
What? He sent that nasty card and the pretty flowers?

"But you're name would've been on-" he started but Gee stopped him.
"You're gay, right?" Gee looked hopefully into Frankie's eyes.

"Y-yes," he stammered.

Gerard's face lit up. "Will you be my valentine, Frankie?"

A smile crept onto his features. "Sure," he nodded, "...But you're not freaked out?
Or anything?"
Gee laughed. "If I would be freaked out, why am I gay?"
he then hesitantly pulled Frank into a hug.
Frank melted into his arms.

Frank was glad Gee was home from afternoon college.
Gee took the courses from four to seven,
while Frank took the one from lunchtime to three.
He'd ran errands today though; he had wanted Sour Skittles.

So he'd gotten home at five with all the traffic in New Jersey,
and just for a stinking bag of Skittles.

When he'd arrived,
Gee was gone and the roses were sitting on the living room table.

"You alright?" Frank quickly looked up into Gee's face and
reassured him as best he could that he was fine.

"You hungry?" Gee questioned,
gesturing to the tiny place that they called a kitchen.

"What do we have?"
Frank blew his shaggy bangs out of his eyes.

Gee seemed to be thinking. "Tell ya what?
Why don't you go lay down and rest for a bit
and I'll make something as a romantic valentine dinner?"
he suggested.

"Sure," Frankie beamed.
"Then after we can have the rest of my Sour Skittles for dessert?"
Frankie did an adorable girly jump in front of him.

Gerard laughed. "Yeah," with a swift move,
he kissed Frank's cheek.

Frank was flabbergasted.

"Now go lay down," he ordered,
his green eyes dancing with laughter at Frankie's face.

Frankie lay down,
moving around a bit to find a spot where he was comfortable.
No spot seemed to work though.
Why was he feeling so weird?
What's wrong with me? he scratched his head,
completely puzzled.

First the flowers, now a weird feeling, he sighed.
Grrreat.
What if the roses were really from Gee?
Did he send the card as a joke?
Or was someone really out to kill him?

xXxfwankiexXx · 05-23-2008, 01:32 AM

Love it so far I claim #1fanspot

**Daisy** · 05-23-2008, 06:35 AM

You need to add in a disclaimer.

mabbii · 05-23-2008, 01:43 PM

EEP
-claims #2 fanspot-

i love it!!

Miss.Vampire · 05-23-2008, 01:46 PM

awww cute
who wants to kill him?
eek no one can kill frankie boy
love this
#the third fan spot
wow
cool
xoxo

duddie · 05-23-2008, 02:13 PM

Duude.
This is awesome..!
I love this fic..xD
#4 fansopt is still free right?
well.. now it is taken..!
ok.. im weird today..
Update when u can

mabbii · 05-23-2008, 02:17 PM

haha i gots you two new readers
-feels proud-
I'm most definitely posting the link to this on my fic

Lepuske · 05-23-2008, 02:54 PM

I so love it
I want more
soon as u can please

#5fanspot!!^^

DeAtHxrEiGn7 · 05-23-2008, 11:09 PM

I'm glad you guys like it! :D you make me feel so loved hehe
well here's chapter 2

CHAPTER 2 : TAKE MY HEART

Mikey cuddled down under his comforter,
sniffing the fabric, basking in a suave,
smooth scent of vanilla jade, the perfume that Alicia wore.

He was waiting on her to get back from Starbucks with his iced mocca latte.

He was glad Alicia was staying the whole weekend with him.
He'd missed her all week,
every suspending hour he'd sat in a college classroom.

He kept his eyes shut,
relaxing and feeling better than he had in a long time.

Tomorrow, Valentine's Day would actually be good.

When you gonna tell her, Mikey boy? a taunting voice nagged him.

"Shut up," he told the voice out loud,
putting his head under neath his pillow.

When am I gonna tell her? the real Mikey questioned sadly.

She would never forgive me if I do tell her.
He opened his eyes.

But if I keep it from her,
she'll eventually find out and
then she'll be hurt even more than if I tell her now.
She'll probably leave you, a distressed voice pointed.

Mikey's hazel green eyes watered at the thought of her leaving.

You shouldn't of cheated then, you dumb shit,
the taunting voice retorted, making Mikey angry.

"Shut up!" he hissed.

Mikey remembered his rendevious with Heathor.
He could see her that night.
Then about a week later, Frank found out what they had done.
Almost instantly, he sought out Heathor and beat the shit out of her.

Bruised lips, dark violet rings around her eyes, and according to her new boyfriend,
several knotted welps on her back from a belt.
She didn't tell her parents what really happened.
She'd just told them that she'd gotten beaten up in a fight
and that it was just a good whooping and that she learned her lesson.

They believed her and didn't bother with it.

Mikey figured Frank would of fought him,
but Frank hadn't talked to him since then.
It made Mikey feel like a bum.

You are a bum for doing that to your friend, that voice drilled him.

Mikey's fists clinched.

What will it be like with out Alicia? the depressed one voiced.

Mikey swung his legs out of the bed,
letting his feet land flat onto the freezing wooden floor.

He pushed his dark brown locks back,
then cradled his head in his palms.

do*OR*die · 05-24-2008, 12:09 AM

Wow, this story rocks Bug/Lauren! (I hope thats your name! I don't remember things very well...)
Totally can't wait for more!

Oh, and off topic, I think Fracky would be amazingly hot, if the two of them weren't like twins! lol, but they do look alike. I think syn and zachy would be hott!!!!