Rating: 18 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the members of My Chemical Romance and everything in this purely fictional and, to my knoladge, has never happened. Chapter 1 - Page 1 Chapter 21 - Page 20 Chapter 41 - Page 62 Chapter 61 - Page 150 Chapter 2 - Page 2 Chapter 22 - Page 21 Chapter 42 - Page 65 Chapter 62 - Page 153 Chapter 3 - Page 3 Chapter 23 - Page 22 Chapter 43 - Page 67 Chapter 63 - Page 156 Chapter 4 - Page 4 Chapter 24 - Page 24 Chapter 44 - Page 68 Chapter 64 - Page 159 Chapter 5 - Page 4 Chapter 25 - Page 25 Chapter 45 - Page 73Chapter 65 - Page 160 Chapter 6 - Page 5 Chapter 26 - Page 29 Chapter 46 - Page 81 Chapter 7 - Page 5 Chapter 27 - Page 31 Chapter 47 - page 84 Chapter 8 - Page 6 Chapter 28 - Page 35 Chapter 48 - Page 96 Chapter 9 - Page 7 Chapter 29 - Page 37 Chapter 49 - Page 97 Chapter 10 - Page 8 Chapter 30 - Page 40 Chapter 50 - Page 102 Chapter 11 - Page 8 Chapter 31 - Page 43 Chapter 51 - Page 106 Chapter 12 - Page 9 Chapter 32 - Page 45 Chapter 52 - Page 109 Chapter 13 - Page 10 Chapter 33 - Page 46 Chapter 53 - Page 111 Chapter 14 - Page 10 Chapter 34 - Page 49 Chapter 54 - Pgae 113 Chapter 15 - Page 11 Chapter 35 - Page 49 Chapter 55 - Page 119 Chapter 16 - Page 13 Chapter 36 - Page 52 Chapter 56 - Page 122 Chapter 17 - Page 14 Chapter 37 - Page 54 Chapter 57 - Page 128 Chapter 18 - Page 15 Chapter 38 - Page 55 Chapter 58 - Page 130 Chapter 19 - Page 17 Chapter 39 - Page 57 Chapter 59 - Page 131 Chapter 20 - Page 19 Chapter 40 - Page 60 Chapter 60 - Page 138 This is my latest story and the fourth I've posted here. It is Frerard so if you don't like the idea of two guys being in love then this proberbly isn't for you. So...on with the story! Chapter 1 I sat on the burnt and neglected picnic bench and hoped that the few people passing through the quiet park would not notice me. I wished I was so small the world would not notice me. Itâ€™s not like I donâ€™t have friends, I have a couple, but since school broke up I havenâ€™t really spoken to them. Iâ€™m usually happy on my own; just me and my guitar. Pansy accepts me for who I am and doesnâ€™t judge me. Is it stupid to tell a guitar things youâ€™re too scared to even admit to yourself? I just wanted to get out of the house, but I hadnâ€™t been heading anywhere. I didnâ€™t have anywhere to go. When I got hungry I bought a sandwich and wondered around looking for somewhere I could sit on my own and not be noticed. As you can guess my search failed and I found myself sat on a piece of wood which people had repeatedly tried to set fire to, aware of everyone who passed, paranoid of what they thought as they saw the loser sat eating alone. As I finished eating a cold breeze rushed through the trees and made me shiver. I hadnâ€™t brought a jacket but I took a pair of fingerless gloves from my pocket and pulled them on. I stood up and set of home. I felt lonelier than ever. My head was down and I wasnâ€™t looking where I was going, thatâ€™s why I didnâ€™t see him. I walked straight into someone causing them to spill scolding hot coffee down me. â€œShit!â€ I said and hurriedly pulled off my black T-shirt, eager to get the burning liquid off my skin. The cool air was instantly soothing. â€œIâ€™m so sorry!â€ I apologised. â€œI wasnâ€™t looking where I was going.â€ I finished quietly. I was caught by his beautiful eyes and suddenly fealty very self-conscious. He was taller than I was (but nearly everyone is), had longish messy black hair, a puzzled expression on his face and was gorgeous. â€œAre you OK?â€ he asked, throwing away the empty Starbucks cup in a nearby trash can. â€œYeah,â€ I replied. Realising I was staring I quickly looked down at the soaking shirt I was holding and shivered, suddenly realising how cold it was. â€œHere,â€ he said taking off his long black coat and wrapping it around my shoulders. It only just didnâ€™t touch the floor. â€œDo you live far from here?â€ he asked. â€œThe other side of town.â€ â€œWell I live a few minutes away. You can borrow something so you donâ€™t catch a cold.â€ He smiled and I swear my heart skipped a beat. f**k! What if he noticed? What would he do then? â€œI donâ€™t want to be any trouble,â€ I said beginning to take off his coat, but he put his arm around me so I couldnâ€t. â€œDonâ€™t be stupid,â€ he said and began to guide me down the path. I gave in and allowed myself to be lead.