I Want You To Want Me [[Frerard]] - The Black Parade

LillieIero · 06-27-2009, 06:05 AM

Rating: hm...probably 15+ for sexual reference, possible drug reference, cussin', homosexuality, all that jazz

Genre:
Friendship, romance-y, i dunno how to describe it

Chapter Index::
Chapter One - Page One
Chapter Two - Page One
Chapter Three - Page Two
Chapter Four - Page Three
Chapter Five - Page Three
Chapter Six - Page Five
Chapter Seven - Page Six
Chapter Eight - Page Six
Chapter Nine - Page Seven
Chapter Ten - Page Nine [[dedicated to Emily!]]
Chapter Eleven - Page Twelve

Summary:
Frank is a strange boy. He attends Catholic school, has piercings and tattoos, is gay, has a strange style, and is constantly depressed and has a feeling of being alone. He is also gay and has no friends. But when Gerard Way -a boy from Illinois- enrolls in the New Jersey school after moving away from his abusive father to his alcoholic mother - Frank feels like he actually has a friend, someone who cares for him and looks out for him. But will his small crush with his only friend be returned by Gerard?
[[yeah, uhm... Im a person not meant for writing summaries... juuuuust sayin'.]]

Main Characters:
Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, dunno..maybe more eventually

Disclaimer:
I don't know or have any contact with any band member. This story is completely out of my imagination. This has not ever happened and is impossible to ever happen.

Note: my first Frerard...ever. And letting you know ahead of time - I get brain block easily. And please criticize - I like to know how terrible of a job im doing. No, that actually wasnt sarcasm - im serious.

Oh yeah, and the title - completely random - i wasnt even listening to the song! Im just weird.

Fanspots:
1. Frankenstein'sMorgue AND EmilyMLuvsMCR
2. roxie
3. Im Still Not Okay

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Chapter One

"Class, meet Gerard Way. He is from Alton, Illinois so be sure to welcome him with open arms and loving hearts and show him just how great Newark, New Jersey can be." Mr. Bushinell, my history teacher, announced to the class.

I lifted my head from my notebook to see the new kid. New kids didnt come by too often at this school. Mainly because Newark was probably the worst and the most dangerous area in New Jersey. Oh, and because its a Catholic school.

The new kid. I could describe him in a few words. Weird, loner, introvert...beautiful.

He had the most strange, yet wonderous, appearance.

He had shoulder length black hair, pale skin, thin pale pink lips, a narrow nose, hazel eyes, a tad chubby, black fingernails [polish, obviously], and he was tall - 5'7" -y.

Even though he was wearing the manditory uniform, he looked different. The button up white shirt was untucked and dirty, the black dress pants were frayed at the bottom, the red tie was terribly done, and the blue blazer looked old and worn out.

All of the students at this school are clean cut, jock-y, and rich.

Gerard appeared to be none of those things.

Not that Im one to talk, I look different from the other students too.

My dark brown hair was just at my shoulders and covered most of my face - I use my hair as a sort-of security blanket to hide in. Many of the teachers nagged about it, it was too long and they had to canstantly warn me to get it cut, or they would. But I knew they wouldnt, they wouldnt want their best student on their bad side. I also had huge hazel eyes, not that anyone could even see them anyways. And im only 5'3". So overall, I look like a thirteen year old girl.

My lip and nose are pierced too. Its against school rules, but I worked my way around the rules - telling the teachers that it is a way to express my true being. Needless to say im the only guy at my school with piercings. I was also the only student with tattoos. On my upper back I have a Jack-O-Lantern. It's a symbol for Halloween - my birthday. I was surprised my mom let me even get that, but she said 'You dont turn seventeen twice, Frank. You gonna grab life while its in your grasp.' My other tattoo was a flame over my heart with the word 'HOPE'. It was a symbol for my grandmother Hope, she died of cancer just last month.

My name is Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Junior, I am seventeen years old, I suffer from depression, and I am gay.

Oh, and uh...nobody knows those last two things.

The class mumbled a brief 'Hello' to Gerard, he shyly looked at his shoes.

Mr. Bushinell began looking around the class for an empty seat.

My heart skipped a beat as I looked beside me. Empty seat.

Mr. Bushinell's eyes finally landed on me, "Okay, Mr. Way, take your new seat by Mr. Iero." he motioned to the empty seat at my table.

Gerard awkwardly made his way over to the far back left corner of the room to the table I was sitting at.

He sat down, eyes landing on my notebook. It wasnt anything much - just some little drawings I made when I get bored. Most of the doodles were dead people - no, im not some weirdo that just goes around drawing dead people for some sick reason or soemthing like that; I just think that people who are dead are so much more beautiful when they are dead then when they are alive. When people die, they just look so peaceful and it just makes me marvel at how someone could be so beautiful but they never really got to live it. I had another few drawing of The Misfits logo on it. It was simple to draw - so I drew it often.

I continued to stare at his face, waiting for him to stop looking at my crappy drawings. When he finally looked up, I couldnt help but smile at his wide hazel eyes. He blushed. And in the most beautiful voice, he spoke.

"Uh. Hi."

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Okay - pretty crappy - should I continue?
Tell me what you think - feedback would be utterly amazing!
So if ya feel like makin' me happy, comment.
And I dont care if the comment is negative - its still something!

Oh, and tell me if I need to edit any of the information at the very top - im new to this and I really dont want my first story to get locked!!

Thanks a bundle of bunches - Lillie

Frankenstein'sMorgue · 06-27-2009, 06:26 AM

Aw, this is adorable so far, I like this alot

I wonder what's going to happen :D
Update soon

LillieIero · 06-27-2009, 06:56 AM

zomg!
I have a comment!
**dies**
**ressurects self**
thank ya so fuggin much!
im probably over reacting.. but still!! >.< XPand its 4:49 A.M. here!!
haha...wierd!

LillieIero · 06-27-2009, 07:39 AM

Thank you so oober-ly much for the comment Frankenstein'sMorgue [[...I dunno if I spelt that right..]]

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Chapter Two

Yeah, it wasnt much of a conversation starter - but after I introduced myself; it was a lot easier to talk to Gerard.

We talked about bands - his favorite is Iron Maidon.
We talked about family - he has a little brother that he adores like a god, Mikey.
We talked about movies - horror movies like Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, the Excorxist, etc.
We talked about comics - both agreeing that Hell Boy and Wolverine were the best mother fuckers out there and that Peter Parker is just a whiny bitch-boy.
And we even went over just basic random questions.

"Whats your favorite color?" Gerard asked.

"Muave." I answered quickly.

"Black - thought it is technically a shade, I still think that it deserves to be in the rank of colors."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Needles." Gerard shivered.

I found myself laughing at that since I have two piercings and two tattoos.

After a few more stupid questions like ice cream flavors [vanilla], hobbies [drawing for him, guitar for me], stuff like that - the bell finally rung.

I shot up from the table, next class was Physical Education. I hated P.E. with a deep passion.

Quickly I set off for the locker rooms - I always wanted to get there first - before the jocks. They always were huge jerks during P.E. since I wasnt energetic or anything.

Gerard followed close behind, he shared the hatred for physical activity as well, but I doubt anyone would bully him - he was tall and, probably, really strong. Unlike little ole me.

I put in my locker combination.

Wrong. Dangit. I tried again.

Wrong. Dangit! I tried, again!

Right! Hallelujah!

I quickly grabbed the gym uniform form the locker and stripped down from my shoe clothes - I wasnt body concious in any other way than my shortness. I pulled the shorts on and took the t-shirt into the shower section. Dont think I forgot Gerard was there... I didnt mind changing my pants in front of him - I was wearing boxers after all - but shirt was a different thing.

I unbuttoned the white shirt, looking down at my scarred chest. I trailed my finger over every scar - just bad memories. Some were purple, some brown, but most were bright red though. I pulled the shirt off my arms and traced the scars from my shoulder to my wrist. Sighing deeply.

'Im so fucked up.' I thought to myself.

"Huh?" Gerard voice rang around the shower room. He waited until I was in the shower room before changing, he told me how body concious he was.

"I didnt say anything..." I said briefly before taking one last look over my smooth, yet imperfect, chest and pulled the bright yellow shirt on.

I walked out into the main shower room, Gerard was sitting on the bench in his uniform glaring down at his hands.

I put my white shirt in my locker, "You okay Gerard?" I asked, closing the locker.

He looked up from his hands, "Yup, just looking at my ugly fat self." he shrugged.

I wanted so badly to tell him to shut up and tell him he's beautiful - but I knew he'd freak the fudge out, he's striaght. Okay, well, I dont know he's straight... but I cant imagine such a perfect creature being attracted to men.

So I just sighed, "You really gotta stop putting yourself down, Gee."

"What did you just say?" he asked.

What did I just say!?

"Uh... I d-."

"Hey ladies!" I heard Kyle yell, entering the locker room.

I grunted heavily. Kyle was one of the guys that made my life a living hell.

"Well hello Little Emo Iero, I see your scars are healing along well.

Okay, you know how I said that nobody knows im depressed - I meant like... friends... Of course the guys in my P.E. class knew since I had to wear short sleeve shirts.

Gerard looked at me curiously - probably wondering what Kyle was on about.

I simply shook my head and grabbed a jacket from the bench. I dont know whos it is, but it didnt really matter right now.

The other jocks started spilling into the locker room. They all began undressing into the uniform - it made me uneasy so I just walked out to the track field - Gerard close behind.

The P.E. teacher, Mr. Darickson, was sitting on the bleechers - waiting for all of us to get out there. I sat on the bleechers, ignoring Gerards confused expression.

Finally, after all the guys were finished and on the bleechers, Mr. Darickson stood up and faced us.

"Today we are gonna be running seven miles." he announced.

Seven miles!? I may be skinny, I may be toned, but I am definately not fit enought for seven miles!

We all stood up and made our way to the field.

Dare I need to explain the pain and torture that was behind seven miles? I dont think so. But I'll tell you one thing. Gerard and myself were throwing up on the side of the track. But then again, so were some of the less fit jocks.

We all made our way to the showers, breathing heavily and feeling slightly dizzy from dehydration. I sat on the bench, feeling ready to die.

Mr. Darickson entered the locker room, "Tomorrow the school is going to the beach. You can dress casually for the day. Dont forget your trunks." he said before leaving the locker room for the gym.

"I h-hate the beach." Gerard mumbled.

I didnt comment. I was too traumatized. The school doesnt allow the students to go into the water with t-shirts on. I was going to be shirtless for the whole school to see my scars. Well this blows.

I changed my pants and removed the ownerless jacket, not even bothering to put on the white shirt and just put on my blazer.

Basically, I just went to the rest of my classes. I was there, but I wasnt really there. The whole time I had my mind wrapped around the idea of everyone to see my huge scars. This made me regret making these scars all together. But while I was making them, the thought of scars never even occured to me, I was just focusing on getting rid of my emotional pain and getting some kinda of leverage and control of my life. Now wasnt the time for this thought. I just figured, 'hey, its not like you have any friends anyways.'

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i know, it sucked, but its 5:32 A.M. here and Im just not into it at the moments... sorry... I might edit it later... maybe

**Buttercup** · 06-27-2009, 08:12 AM

Thanks for filling in most of the information needed!
You're just missing a chapter index which is basically like a little contents bit in your first post. I've edited it in for you, just in future you'll have to update it!

**Kriss** · 06-27-2009, 12:14 PM

So I'm assuming this is a frerard, so I'm therefor moving it to the slash section where it belongs

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Frankenstein'sMorgue · 06-27-2009, 12:25 PM

Haha aw, no problem

This story is great.
I like how Frank accidentally says thigns alloud, I actually do that alot so I get how annoying it can be xD

What is Frank going to do about the beach, oh shit this can't go well D:
Update soon I want to see what happens

GeeWayIero · 06-27-2009, 01:33 PM

I really like this!
I hope gee won´r freak out, when he sees franks scars...

more,soon?!
♥

Ain'tJustForTheFamex · 06-27-2009, 03:49 PM

-New Reader-
This is really good

Can't wait for more...
(BTW, in real life Frank is 5'7". Gerard must be about 5'11"? Just so you know. I hope he's not supposed to be smaller in this or something, cause then I'm just being an idiot :])

krazy_rainbow · 06-27-2009, 05:09 PM

***New reader/blood/whatever***
ooh, this is really a good story.
Oh, poor Frank. DONT GO IN THE WATER!!!!
I hear the shark from Jaws hides in there....
Im just sayin

Anyhoo.... Great update.
I'll wait for the next...No rush :D

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