A Little Piece of Heaven (Frerard) - The Black Parade

trustme · 05-06-2008, 08:05 PM

Okay, before you start reading, know that this story is stopped. I'm either rewriting it completely, or stopping for good.

A Little Piece of Heaven

Rating: 15- language, sex, violence
Main Characters: Frank and Gerard
Disclaimer: I do not know Gerard or Frank. I do, however, own Dr. Longvich. Not that I'd really want to anyway. And this is Fiction, quite obviously.

Chapter Index.
Chapter 1 - Page 1 The Bad Egg
Chapter 2 - Page 1 The Livingston Preparatory Academy [Part 1]
Chapter 2 - Page 2 The Livingston Preparatory Academy [Part 2]
Chapter 3 - Page 3 Research
Chapter 4 - Page 3 Gerard
Chapter 5 - Page 4 Pretty Fucking Awesome
Chapter 6 - Page 4 The Hurricane [Part 1]
Chapter 6 - Page 5 The Hurricane [Part 2]
Chapter 7 - Page 6 Through Broken Sobs
Chapter 8 - Page 7 It's Not You, It's Me
Chapter 9 - Page 8 A Vision with a View [Part 1]
Chapter 9 - Page 8 A Vision with a View [Part 2]

Chapter One - The Bad Egg

[Frank's Point of View]
One moment. One choice. One motherfucking, childish, idiotic mistake that changed my life forever.

And for that I was eternally grateful.

Everything started at my laid-back, clique-oriented high school.

Ew. High school.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if I didn’t have a judgmental, annoying prick as a principal… Actually, it would have been somewhat enjoyable. See, I was pretty well liked at my school. What with my rebellious attire and sharp attitude, most people found me cool- quick to talk back, slow to apologize sort of thing. Yeah, I had a pretty big ego. Being cool does that to a person. So, anyway, my high school was headed by none other than the bitch of all bitches himself, Dr. Longvich. He hated my guts since the minute he saw me- a dimly lit cigarette hung from between my lips, tattoos stretched completely along the length of my arms, and, to top it all off, a lip ring dangled menacingly from beneath the cigarette.

Not exactly a principal’s definition of an Honors Student. Moreover, the judgmental principal thought that everyone in the school was fucking perfect. Except me. Of course. And, get this – he actually referred to me as ‘the bad egg.’ WTF?!?!?!

So, one blisteringly hot April day, school was off for an administrative meeting. The burning sun beat down on me as I rested in the school parking lot, anxious to cause trouble.

“Bad fucking egg…,” I mumbled. “I wouldn’t be such a ‘bad egg’ if he wasn’t so damn annoying."

Just then, an idea struck me with the intensity of a bolt of lightning.

Eager to complete my ingenious task, I quickly gathered the necessary materials. Surprisingly easier than I had expected, I successfully carried out my plan within a matter of hours.

“Now, we wait,” I said, smiling and triumphant.

Hello everyone, sorry for the cliffhanger, I haven't written the rest yet, and I was eager to post it so far! This being my first fanfic, I would really appreciate comments and/or constructive criticism. So, tell me if I should continue this please! And, for the intent of this fic, smoking is not against the law, but it IS bad for your health.

FAB+MCR=Fambcr · 05-06-2008, 11:20 PM

I want to know what he did! mdr
So, yes, update?

TKQwerty · 05-06-2008, 11:26 PM

Really like it so far !
More soon please :D !!

blueflame817 · 05-07-2008, 07:36 PM

What did he do???? Update!! Please!!!

marieee · 05-07-2008, 07:55 PM

Hooooooooo I like this!
This seems to be awesome and I love the fact that Frankie's all like.. Bad eggish?
Hahahahah, you should totally keep writng this 'cause, by far, it's pretty awesome :D

trustme · 05-08-2008, 12:17 AM

Thanks, you guys! =D Here is a part of the next chapter... I'll probably post the rest tomorrow, but I have a Geometry test I have to study for... and its past midnight so I really should get to that. XD

Chapter Two –The Livingston Preparatory Academy

The next day at school was hectic. Dr. Longvich’s car was mysteriously found filled with rotten eggs, and the whole school was debating who the culprit was.

“Franklin Iero, please report to the principal’s office,” the P.A. buzzed.

Fuck.

As I walked into a tiny, cramped room filled with stern and hard-faced teachers, my mind went over the worst they could do to me. Expulsion… well, that was… bearable, at least. I was comforted by the fact that they had limited power. But I forgot everything when I looked into the eyes of the principal; he glared at me with such hate that I actually felt the need to look away.

The next few hours were filled with yelling, back-sassing, security videos of me filling the bitch’s car with eggs, and more yelling. Basically, it went thusly:

“Why would you possibly do this, Iero?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged, indifference and sarcasm radiating from my voice while glaring with as much intensity as I could muster.

“ANSWER ME!” he bellowed loudly, hurting my ears.

“I had a bunch of rotten eggs, and I had no where to put it. Your car was conveniently located next to me, with all the windows rolled down. Excuse me for using my resources wisely, Dr. Longvich.”

“How could you possibly be stupid enough to do such a thing?!” he yelled.

“How could you possibly be stupid enough to think we all believed that thing was your real hair?!” I pointed at his toupee angrily… seriously, did he think we were that stupid?

Dr. Longvich’s face scrunched up in pain, obviously not expecting someone to defy his hair.

And, basically, it ended like this:

“You’re hereby expelled, Francis Iero! Never set your filthy, ne’er-do-well, troublesome feet in this school again!”

So. That was most definitely the stupidest thing I’d ever done, yet one of the most satisfying. Anyway, my home was hell, thanks to my unforgiving parents. …I have to take care of them… They used to call me their “Little Devil,” but I don’t exactly see how I could use that… Maybe I could set their car on fire? Devil = Fire? Not exactly. Well, I’d figure that out later.

Soon I was shipped off to the Livingston Preparatory Academy. Doesn’t that just sound like a bucket of Teletubbies? I was going to have fun there.

So, I walked to the Academy's uninviting main office and found that I was apparently sharing a room with some kid named Mikey Way. Mikey? What is he, five? Well, despite his name, he was actually a pretty cool kid. We instantly hit it off (especially in our skinny jeans/ Vans combination), fervently discussing books, comics, and music.

Soon, unfortunately, the bell rang, signaling the start of my first class- Honors Chemistry. (Okay, I know, Honors? Well, I’m smart, I just “act up” or whatever the hell my mom calls it.)

After a helpful student showed me my classroom, I walked in, expecting to see a bunch of preps and jocks, already judging my “Scene” attire.

Boy, was I dead-on right. Thirty pairs of snotty eyes looked me over and scoffed.

I was comforted by the fact that I had Mikey, and that he was my roommate.

But wait- a lonely kid dressed like me caught my eye. A potential friend! Everyone can’t be bad, right? Apparently, he had no lab partner, further contributing to the ‘lonely’ theory. I walked over and sat next to him at the black, two-person lab table.

“Hello, I’m Gerard,” a melodic voice greeted me kindly.
“I’m Frank,” I safely replied, wary from pretending to be nice, but not clingy or overly nice. From the corner of my eye, I stole glances and studied him. A fringe of jet black hair covered his pale forehead, while long, slender fingers drummed impatiently on the table. I also couldn’t help but notice his nose – it was perfectly angular! He was quite beautiful, really. And, oddly, I felt some sort of pull towards him. Irrational and stupid, I know. But I couldn’t help feeling gravity messing with my body and mind. I woke from my reverie when the teacher yelled at a student who hadn’t done his homework. I glanced over at Gerard again, but we met eyes (for he was looking at me from the corner of his eye, too) and we quickly looked away, embarrassed.

...To be continued...

Sorry for the abrupt and random ending, I hope you like it! And please comment. =]

TKQwerty · 05-08-2008, 12:30 AM

"bucket of Teletubbies"
Rotfl!!

Great update !!!

trustme · 05-08-2008, 12:34 AM

Well, I mean, who DOESN'T like Teletubbies?

Actually, when I was little, I hated them. They freaked me out. I mean those things sticking out of their head?!? They were like aliens trying to take over our world. And what was up with that baby sun face thing? I hated babies when I was younger. All they did was cry.

TKQwerty · 05-08-2008, 10:05 AM

Teletubbies still freak me out!! They we to happy, they had to be doing drugs. It was a very big hill they lived in, we only ever saw one room, the rest was a green house o_O!!!

Rosa · 05-08-2008, 11:33 AM

This is really good!
The bucket full of teletubbies made me laugh.
Po was always my favourite x]