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Whatever It Takes 7

by edoddodi 4 Reviews

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Romance - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way - Published: 2011/06/04 - Updated: 2011/06/04 - 1242 words

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Frank's POV:

"FRAAAAAAANK!!!" My mom screamed at me. What the fuck had I done now?!
I ran downstairs as fast as I could, and then I froze in absolute shock. What the fuck was Gerard doing?! My mom was going to KILL me!

"Gerard, what are you doing?!" I hissed at him.

"You KNOW this man, Frank?!" Mom was so pissed, oh my God. Gerard just killed me.

"Um…yeah…I guess…"I didn't know what to say, how was I going to explain this?!

"Uh…Mrs. Frank's Mom? Is it okay if I just talk to Frank for a minute?" Gerard suddenly said as he ran his fingers through his hair. This was the first time
I'd really seen him unsure.

"It's Mrs. Iero. And…what am I supposed to do, I guess you can. But Frank will not have an easy time later…" She looked at me, piercing me with her eyes.

Me and Gerard ran upstairs to my room, and I hadn't cleaned it. Dammit. Why did I even care what he thought about my room? I'm so fucking stupid.

"So…what do you want?" I tried to be as cold as I could, and I took a seat on my bed. He just stood there awkwardly, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Dude, take a seat wherever you want."

He sat down and looked around nervously. Was he nervous or something?

"Fuck, I hate this…" He said, looking down at his hands.

"What?" I couldn't help but being curious. I was always curious when it came to Gerard.

"I HATE needing help. HATE it." He confessed.

"Well, why do you need my help?"

"I'm out of fucking gas in my car, and I've got no money." He said.

"Hmm…that reminds me of a situation a couple of weeks ago…" I said, teasing him. He deserved it.

"I know. That's what's making this even harder. Fuck." He was really embarrassed, oh my God, this felt awesome!

"Well, I'm not gonna be a fucker like you were, I'm gonna help you." I said, and I smiled at him.

"But I really do hate needing help."

"Why. Are you that manly? Like some dude that can't ask for direction 'cause then you're lame?" I said.

"No. It's because of something that happened a couple of years ago. I DON'T want to talk about it." He suddenly laid himself down on my bed. I got all red, I could feel it. DAMMIT!

"Why? Why is that so hard?" I just couldn't understand, and I wanted to distract him from my blushing.

"Dude, just don't mention it." He said, getting all cold. I let my body fall down on my bed too, so that I was right next to him.

"I'll do whatever it takes to know." I whispered to myself, not really being aware of that I was doing it.

"What? What did you say?" He looked at me.

"Nothin'…so what do you want to do? I gotta sleep soon though. School y'know." I said, and I stared right up at my ceiling.

"Right now I feel like shoving my head into your oven. But I think your mom would freak if I did that, so I won't. Let's watch some TV."

Gerard's POV:

I hated being here, I felt so fucking powerless. Frank must be enjoying this very much, though he didn't show it. I would enjoy being him right now too.
I can't believe I'm in a teenager's room, I felt so weird. Like I'm a pedophile, I can't imagine what Frank's mom was thinking. Oh fuck!

"Dude! Your mom! You should tell here I'm stayin' here." He said, and he looked pained.

"Fuck, I totally forgot about her…wait here…I'll try to get back alive."

As he walked out of his room I took the remote and started to zap between channels. I didn't know how long it would take for him to talk to his mom.
I was surprised when he came in just a couple of minutes later, with a smile all over his face.

"She said that she was going to bitch to me later, 'cause she didn't want to throw you out on the street at this time."

"Awesome." I felt even worse though.

He jumped down on his bed again and started to play with his fringe whilst he was watching the TV.

"This show totally sucks y'know." He said.

"I know, but there's nothin' better on at this hour." I said, yawning.

We just watched some TV, no one said a word. It was actually really nice, I couldn't believe it. Maybe it was because Frank actually was quiet for more than 2 minutes together. He was too quiet. I looked at him, and I saw that he was asleep. He looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake him up, so I just continued watching TV, but I lowered the volume on it.
I started to feel drunk of sleep, so I turned the TV of and looked at the clock, 3.30 am. Greaat.
Then Frank turned around in his sleep so that he was spread all over me. His head was on my chest and his left arm was across my stomach. I'd never had a more gay moment in my life. It felt so fucking weird.

I must eventually have fallen asleep though, 'cause I woke up at about 6.30 of Frank's voice. He wasn't awake though.

"Gee…" He said, and he smiled. That was actually cute, too cute. Was he dreaming about me? I just looked at him for what seemed to be forever, and then I kissed him. I just couldn't help it.
He suddenly woke up, looking shocked as hell.

"Gerard? What happe-"

I kissed him again, more passionately this time. It felt like a dream, I was so tired I felt totally drunk.
Now he responded to the kiss, he REALLY responded, throwing himself over me.
Then I got all clear in my head again. WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING?!
I threw him off me and took my bag, running down the stairs as fast as I could, making my way to my parents, they'd be awake by now.

Frank's POV:

WHAT. THE. FUCK?!
What just happened?! Did Gerard actually KISS me?! And I responded?!
This was so sick! I'm not gay, and Gerard seemed to be as far from being gay as you could get. SHIT.
Maybe he was doing it in his sleep? 'Cause he seemed really shocked when I started to kiss him back. Why did I do that!? Now he wouldn't want to see me ever again.
This made EVERYTHING so fucking complicated. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep for days, and I would be taking the longest shower ever this morning.

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Gerard hadn't tried to contact me for three days, and I hadn't tried to contact him either. I felt so guilty, and I hadn't slept at all since he stormed out of my house either.
I knew that I had to talk to him If I ever wanted to sleep properly again, so I started texting him. I must've sent 60 messages to him over two days. It was now Friday, and I was going to Oliver's again.
I decided to skip school and to take an earlier train to New York.
I HAD to talk to Gerard, even if it meant waiting outside of his apartment for hours.
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