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

LillieIero · 06-27-2009, 05:05 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, but he stands out in appearance by far. And because of his not-so-nice appearance, he's a little friendless. But when Gerard Way 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 when you have a friend...they learn things about you. Things that are better left unsaid.
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Main Characters:
Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Bert McCracken

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 St. Louis, Missouri so be sure to welcome him with open arms and loving hearts and show him just how great Newark, New Jersey can be." Mr. Bunt, my history teacher, said in his all too shrill voice that he used when he tried to impress.

Cautiously, 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 and because this specific school is a Catholic school. It's not too popular of a district.

But anyways, the new kid. He looked freaked out of his mind. His hands looks like they were having a death grip tug-o-war game with his backpack straps and his eyes were darting over everyone frantically, like how a minnow observes it's surrounding when surrounded by sharks. And he kind of was a minnow amongst sharks with his slightly off-putting appearance.

He had shoulder length black hair that looked unclean, ghost white skin under the red of his blushing face, thin pink lips that his tongue nervously darted over, a narrow nose that pointed sharp enough to cut glass, but the eyes that he had darting everywhere didn't really have a color as he was in the front of the room and I am in the very back. But he was also kinda chubby around his hips, but it wasn't too noticeable since it was balanced off my his height.

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. So I'm under the impression that it is a hand-me-down from a father or older brother.

People that go to this school...they could eat him alive. They were your stereotypical harsh tongued, demon spawn that thought that even their shit was more inmortant than another persons existance. All were either stuck up wealthy brats, or poor beyond belief with a head start at a criminal record.

This guy looked poor, but he didn't look tough. He looked like he could be knocked out with five minutes still left on the clock. So he would get crap from the rich kids for being poor, and then crap from the poor kids for being fragile. Like I said, he could be eaten alive...if he doesn't play his cards straight. The other kids like him, they were quick to suck up and make friends with either side of the two to keep from getting picked on as much. But the guy looked so different from those kids...he looked like he would be getting a swirlie like the weirdos in all those pre-teen movies where all the guys are hyped up on testosterone and hate.

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, somewhat like a security blanket of sorts. 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. And while most students here had green or blue eyes (most of them thanks to colored contacts), I had brown ones. Plus I'm 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 also have an anchor, flames, Frankenstein, all kinds of stuff. My mom had always been rather supportive of body modifications, so she let me do most of what I wanted as long as I wouldn't get in trouble for it.

My teachers, especially Mr. Bunt here, were not huge fans of my appearance choice. But I have the top ranking grades of the school in the history of ten years, so they aren't gonna do much about it.

The class mumbled a brief 'Hello' to Gerard while he shyly glanced at his scuffed up black dress shoes.

Mr. Bunt looked around the class for an empty seat, and when I looked to my right to see the same empty seat that I saw everyday, I was rather convinced that my life was in some 90's high school sitcom.

When Mr. Bunt's eyes finally landed on the empty seat next to me, and I was ready to ask if my whole life was a set up by Ashton Kutcher for Punk'd, Gerard's eyes finally stopped flipping around the room like he was on drugs.

"Mr. Way, please take a seat by Mr. Iero."

Gerard awkwardly made his way over to the far back left corner of the room to the table I was sitting at, silently staring at him and his insane nervousness. He sat down, eyes landing on my notebook. There were just some words that I had scribbled down from songs that I like. Thats really all I did in class, sing my favorite songs in my heads, write the lyrics, and pay half-assed attention to what Mr. Bunt was talking about that I already knew. I don't know why I write the lyrics, but for some reason I just feel happy when I write lyrics. They always describe exactly the right feelings that I have, and the especially meaningful ones I write down just because. Mostly it's The Cure, The Misfits, hell even the Goo Goo Dolls. Just meaningful lyrics to write just because I can.

I continued to stare at his face, waiting for him to stop looking at the lyrics. I feel like he's analyzing my soul when he reads over each line and tries to find a meaning to it in his mind that he thinks I could have latched on to. His eyes traveled past the chorus of 'Pictures of You' by The Cure right before they flew from the page and met my own. His eyes were a brown-green color, kind of muddled by the dim light over our desk. He smiled a little, and in the most nervous voice, he spoke...

"H...Hi."

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Frankenstein'sMorgue · 06-27-2009, 05:26 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, 05:56 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, 06:39 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 the conversation just flowed between us naturally. Like we'd known eachother for years even.

We talked about bands. His favorite's being Iron Maiden, Beastie Boys, Danzig, and Morrissey. We talked about family. He has a little brother named Mikey that he adores like a god, a busy body mom that usually retires to a day of drinking, and a grandmother that tought him everything he knows. We talked about movies, horror movies like Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Halloween, Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, the Excorxist, and The Poltergeist. 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 then we just went over random questions that popped into our odd little heads.

"Whats your favorite color?" He asked while looked at my from the corner of his eyes as we pretended to listen to Mr. Bunt talking about something that has to do with electrons.

"Muave." I answered from the side of my mouth.

"Black. Though it is technically a shade, I still think that it deserves to be in the rank of colors since it is the most used, next to white." I noticed he backed up some of his answers sometimes, as if I was going to argue with him about what should be considered a favorite.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Needles. Everytime I think of them I think of an icepick being pushed through someones eye like a transorbital labotamy. Or I think of liquid being pushed through a syringe and into someone and the blue veins twitching. It's so sick..." he visably shivered, which I inwardly laughed at. Even though I had tattoos and piercings, I wasn't a huge fan of needles either. But spiders are a million times worse!

After a few more stupid questions like ice cream flavors, giraffe or gazelle, hobbies....the bell rang and I shot up from the table like a hooker on speed during a church sermon. My next class is gym, which I hate with a fiery burning passion. So as quick as I could (though I made sure Gerard kept up), I set off for the locker rooms. I always had to get there first, before the jocks. They always were huge jerks during gym since I wasnt energetic or really in shape.

Gerard followed close behind me since he shared the hatred for physical activity as well, though he said he really like tennis and croquet.

So once he and I got into the locker room, I made a mad dash to mine and put in the combination, which I apparently put in wrong. And so then I put it in wrong again...and again...and again. By the time I got it open and had my uniform in my hands Gerard came out of the closed off section of the shower. He was pretty body concious, so he hid out there to change. Once he was out I dashed right in and started unbuttoning my shirt. I was in a race against the clock to get dressed before the jocks showed up. Every day I have to make this routine so that they can't see me and have one more thing to taunt me about.

Sure, they spread rumors that I cut myself, but as far as they know thats just a rumor. So I change my clothes, dashing around madly, so that they can't confirm what they all taunt me with. Realistically, my body is deeply scarred. My theighs, hips, stomach, chest, shoulders...they're all covered in multicolored marks. Most are a brown a few shades darker than my skin, others are brighter pink or are frostbite-white.

And as I looked down at my body, already ugly enough without the scars, I couldn't help but let a near silent thought pass through my brain: 'I am so fucked up'.

"Huh?" Gerard voice rang around the shower room in obvious confusion. I cursed myself lightly, I was used to saying that thought out loud in privacy with nobody there. And now someone had heard it because now someone was around to hear it.

"I didnt say anything..." I mumbled briefly before taking one last look over my imperfect body then pulling on the bright yellow shorts over my boxers and slipping on the royal blue t-shirt. With a last sigh, I walked out of the small covered shower and sat on the bench next to Gerard, who was glaring down at his hands that looked like they had never been touched by sunlight. I'm naturally tan, so even when I don't go outside much I don't get too pale.

"You okay?" I asked him, sizing up his hunched over figure before I got up and stuffed my clothes into my locker and shutting it.

He looked up from his hands, and a thick silence fell for a few minutes before he finally spoke. "Do you think that I'm fat?"

I froze to my spot a few feet behind him. He slowly turned around to look at me with his sad, muddled eyes. I wanted so badly to tell him to not worry about it, because it doesn't matter. But he would take that as a 'yes', since he is as body concious as he is.

So I just sighed, "Why does it matter?"

He pursed his lips a bit and his forehead creased a little. "How does it not matter? Stuff like that means a lot to society in one form or another. I know you don't particularly care so much about things like that, but that's because you don't have to. For wha"

"Hey ladies!" A yell resonated around the locker room, announcing the presence of someone a mere second before they walked in. It was Kyle Gregory. I grunted heavily. Kyle was one of the guys that made my life a living hell.

"Well hello Little Emo Iero," he winked at me while making a slashing motions over his left arm "Who is this? Your girlfriend?" he stepped in front of Gerard in his Hollister wearing, Abercrombie smelling glory.

The other guys started filling the room, most of them not sparing me a glance while the others sneered and I just rolled my eyes. The ones that took the time to give a fuck about my existance just wasted my time with their unoriginal jokes and their half-assed crude gestures. They were like ten year olds out on the playground again. So I just walked out of the locker room and onto the track where the gym teacher, Mr. Darickson, was sitting on the bleechers, waiting for all of us to get out there. I sat on the top ones, ignoring Gerards skeptical look as he sat next to me and we waited for all the guys to file out of the locker room so Mr. Darickson could start.

"Today we are gonna be running three miles today, boys. You have thirty minutes to complete them, and if you take longer you are submitted into doing an extra mile." he announced.

We all stood up and made our way to the field, and dare I need to explain the pain and torture that was behind those three miles for me? I dont think so, but I'll tell you one thing: Gerard and myself were throwing up on the side of the track after a mile and a half while the jocks breezed by and the heavy smokes coughed and weezed their way around the track for thirty minutes. As it turns out, to no ones surprise, everybody finished the three miles in time since nobody wanted to have to do another one.

So we all made our way to the showers, breathing heavily and feeling slightly dizzy from dehydration. I layed down on one of the benches, trying to not let the steam from the showers make me get too sleepy.

After most of the guys had finished their showers, including Gerard who went in the single shower, 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." hemuttered briefly before exiting to the gym for the next class.

"I hate the beach..." Gerard mumbled tiredly as he pushed his wet bangs from out of his face.

I didnt comment. I was too busy having a miniature panic attack. The school doesn't let students wear t-shirts into water, so that means my scars would just be there for the student body to see...

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, making me kind of 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... So I just won't swim. I'll just...watch Gerard swim...that's definately not too bad...

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**Siriusly?** · 06-27-2009, 07:12 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, 11:14 AM

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, 11:25 AM

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, 12:33 PM

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

more,soon?!
♥

Ain'tJustForTheFamex · 06-27-2009, 02:49 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, 04:09 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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