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Art Is The Weapon

by sushiipodrocks 3 reviews

Could school actually be enjoyable for once?

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Drama,Romance - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way,Ray Toro - Published: 2011-06-23 - Updated: 2011-06-23 - 3178 words - Complete

The POV alternates between Gerard and Frank quite a lot during this chapter. I've indicated where - hope you don't get confused :)

Frank's POV


I felt Gerard sigh as he moved away; my heart melted. He took his phone out of his pocket and placed it by his ear.

"What do you want Mikey? This better be fucking important." I couldn't hear what Mikey was saying but Gerard started rolling his eyes.

"Mikey, for the last time. Unicorns. Don't. Exist. Oh you saw one did you? Maybe it was a horse? Oh it was flying was it? Mikey, are you high? Wow, I wouldn't have expected that from you. Stay at Ray's so I know you're safe okay. I'll see you at school tomorrow, bye Mikey."

Gerard hung up and placed his phone back in his pocket, giving me an apologetic look.

"So, Mikey believes in Unic..." Gerard's lips were pressed against mine before I could finish. They were soft and slimy, and tasted like coffee; it was heavenly. It wasn't long before our tongues were dancing and we were full making out. A few groans escaped my mouth. I could feel Gerard smiling at me through our kiss. He now had me pinned down to my bed, his erection rubbing against mine; it felt so good. Gerard pulled away; I stared at him and pouted. He smiled and gave me a soft peck on the lips before lying down beside me.

Gee's POV

"Gerard? Are you okay?" I opened my eyes to see Frank staring at me with a scared expression on his face. "I've been trying to wake you for ages! I think you were having a nightmare; you were tossing and turning and you're drenched in sweat." I sat up, the details of my dream came flooding black. It was that same reoccurring dream, only this time I recognised the figure. It was Frank. I looked up to see Frank's eyes boring into mine. Although I knew that he'd never hurt me, I couldn't get the visions of him lunging at me with that huge needle out of my head. I suddenly jumped out of his bed and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I sat down in the corner of the room and began to cry.

"Gerard? Please let me in. What did I do wrong? Damn it! I knew I'd fuck this up." Frank pleaded through the wooden door. "Look, I understand if you don't want to be with me, even if it was you who kissed me, but I don't wanna lose your friendship. You promised I wouldn't lose you. You promised."

He was crying now. What the fuck was wrong with me? I knew in my heart that Frank would never hurt me, and that it was only a nightmare, but I felt as though I couldn't face him. He was crying even heavier now; I knew I was being unfair to him. I stood up and opened the door, falling into his arms. He guided me over to his bed and sat me down.

"Please Gee, just tell me what I've done wrong. Whatever I've done I'm sorry; I don't like seeing you like this." He said as he wiped my tears away with his sleeve.

"You haven't done anything Frankie. It's just this stupid nightmare I've been having a lot recently, it's the same one over and over again." I explained to Frank about the details of my nightmare; the needle, the figure... "It's you," I whispered. Frank looked at me, confused. "The figure, it's you."

"Gerard, listen to me, I would never let anything hurt you, let alone hurt you myself. You have to know that."

"I do" I smiled, giving him a small peck on his lips.

"So... errm... are we like, you know, going out now?" Frank asked."I mean if you don't want to I'd understand and everything..." I laughed, cutting him off with another kiss.

"Of course I want to," I said pulling away. "I've wanted to be with you since the first time I met you, and I know that we've only just met and everything and we may be going a bit fast, but I feel as though I've known you for so long." I looked away, slightly embarrassed. My eyes fell upon Frank's clock. 7:03, it read. School started at eight, I figured it was time to get ready.

"Frank, are you starting school today?" I asked.

"Oh shit! I completely forgot about school. I don't even know where it is!" He ran out of his room, appearing moments later with avariety of brochures. I noticed the Photograph on the cover of one of the booklets and couldn't help but smile.

"That's my school!" I said excitedly. "You'll be able to meet the rest of the gang!"

Frank's POV

"Frank, are you starting school today?" Gerard asked.

"Oh Shit! I completely forgot about school, I don't even know where it is." I quickly ran downstairs to fetch the booklets my Mom had left me, before returning to my bedroom. Gerard stared at the papers in my hand, his face grew in to a smile.

"That's my school!" He said excitedly. "You'll be able to meet the rest of the gang!"

I'd never really had many friends in my past school, so hearing this actually made me kinda excited.

I walked to school hand in hand with Gerard. I might as well let people know who I am before they start judging me. When we reached the school gates, I noticed Mikey standing with a tall boy with a HUGE afro. We walked over to them. Mikey began to smirk.

"Ray you owe me twenty bucks" He laughed.

"Man! You always win our bets!" He moaned - thrusting a crumpled note in to Mikey's smug hands. He then turned to me. "Hey, I'm Ray, by the way. Hey, that rhymed!" He laughed. "Anyway, I take it you're Frank?"

I nodded.

"What were you betting on anyway?" I asked.

"Well, Mikey came to mine yesterday and told me that he thought you and Gerard we going to 'Get in on." But I didn't believe him, I mean I didn't even know Gee was gay!"

"I didn't know myself really, until I met Frankie that is."Gerard said blushing slightly.

Ray gave him a little "Aww" Whilst Mikey pretended to gag.

I tilted my head up to Gerard and gave him a peck on the lips.

"I always knew Way was a fuckin fag!" Someone shouted.

I turned to see a bunch of jocks walking into the school, each wearing their own look of disgust on their faces.

"FUCKING HOMOPHOBES!" I yelled back, pulling Gerard in to apassionate kiss. Our kiss was interrupted by the awful sound of the school bell.

"See you later guys." Mikey said. "By the way, Ray's coming over later. Bob's ill, so Frank, you'll have to meet him another time." He and Ray turned and walked in to the building.

"I'll take you to the office to get your timetable and stuff Frank." Gerard said, grabbing my hand and leading me into my new high school.

Gerard's POV

I was pleased to learn that all my lessons were with Frank today. I didn't want him to be on his own on his first day, even though I knew he could take care of himself. Our next lesson was Art, I couldn't wait. Frank and I were the first two in the room. I introduced him to Miss Jerry - the Art teacher. She was probably the only teacher I liked in this place, mainly because she understood my way of thinking, and saw talent in my work.

"Okay class." Miss Jerry said when the rest of the class had arrived. "Today I'm just going to let you paint whatever you want. Just let your imagination run wild."

These were my favourite sort of lessons, they enabled me to feel free in everything that I was doing. I got to work straight away, not really knowing what I was going to draw yet. I glanced over to Frank, he was painting what looked like a pumpkin - I remembered what he told me yesterday:

"I can't paint for fuck"

It wasn't that bed though, I mean, I could tell what it was. I then realised I'd been staring at him so decided to continue with my painting.

I started off by drawing a scene. It was going to me night-time, that way I could include a moon. A full moon that its - makes it more eerie. I loved drawing horror, as sadistic as that sounds, I don't even know why.

I stared to draw a figure standing underneath the moonlight; I'd lost my trail of thought. My pencil was scratching naturally against my paper, it wasn't until I had finished until I'd realised what, or rather who I'd drawn. It was Frank - a very detailed Frank. He was holding a heart in his hands. Not your average love heart, no, I'm talking an actual human heart, complete with chambers and dripping with blood. The pool of blood beneath him had formed the words...

"It belongs to you"

I jumped, realising Frank was behind me reading the words of the paper. I tried to speak but no words would escape my lips. I was gobsmacked by what I had drawn. The lunch bell rang, yet neither Frank nor I moved. We were now alone in the classroom.

"It's beautiful." Frank whispered. "you're so talented."

I blushed, turning to face him. His eyes were still fixed on my painting. I looked over to Frank's canvass. In complete honesty, it looked like a child had painted it, but I was strangely drawn to it. I liked his style. He had painted a child, dressed as a pumpkin outside what looked like a haunted mansion.

"Wow, I love your painting!" I said, and I wasn't bullshitting either. Frank snorted.

"Seriously? My dog could probably paint better than me!" He laughed.

"You have a dog?" I asked.

"Oh, I used to, we had to leave it behind with my Dad."Frank said quietly.

"Oh." I whispered, kind of wishing I'd never mention anything now. "Good choice, Halloween that is." I said, attempting to change the subject.

"Thanks, it's my favourite out of all the holidays - even beats Christmas. Plus, it's also my birthday, that's why I have this." He held his fists together revealing the word 'HALLOWEEN' tattooed across them. How hadn't I noticed that tattoo before?

"Wow, that is so fucking awesome!" I said. "Wait, Halloween's next Wednesday!"

Oh my God, I only have just over a week to find Frank the perfect birthday present.

"Yeah, I don't really celebrate it much." He mumbled shyly.

Frank's POV

School went by pretty quick today, though maybe that was because I was with Gerard.

We were back at his and Mikey's house now, in their living room. I was kicking Ray's ass at 'Guitar Hero.' Mikey was sitting on the couch behind us, laughing at Ray's failed attempts of beating me.

"You Rock!" The television screamed at me. I cheered and collapsed backwards on to the sofa, exhausted. 'I could really do with some coffee'I thought to myself, just as Gerard walked out of the kitchen holding four mugs of the steaming hot liquid. So now he was a fucking mind reader too? Awesome.

"So Frank, Mikey tells me you play guitar?" Ray said, I nodded."That's awesome, I play too. Do you have lessons?"

"No, my Dad taught me, back when he was clean and sober, and actually loved me." I looked at my feet, trying to fight back tears.

Gerard walked over to me, placing our coffees on the side. He pulled me into a hug. I buried my head in to his chest and cried a little.

"Hey Frank, I'm sorry dude, I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories or anything, I was just gonna ask if you wanted to join my guitar classes a school." Ray said guiltily.

"Thanks Ray," I said looking up, attempting a smile.

"Frankie? Do you wanna go and grab Pansy? I'd love to hear you play." Gerard asked, wiping my tears away with his sleeve. I nodded.

"Come on, I'll take you." He pulled me off the couch and started to walk me towards my house

I walked into my bedroom and grabbed Pansy from her stand. Iwent to leave but Gerard was standing in the doorway, pouting. He looked so adorable.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Could you play me a song before we go back? Pweeeeeaseee?"He asked childishly, smiling widely. I sighed.

"If you really want me to." He nodded. "But... you have to sing me one of your songs. I could tell he was thinking about this, as he took a while to answer.

"Okay." He said sitting on my bed.

Gerard's POV

"Are you sure you want me to sing one of my songs?" I asked nervously.

"Of course I do Gerard, don't worry, I'm sure it'll be beautiful... like you." Frank smiled. I didn't care if it what he said was cheesy, it was sweet.

"Okay." I sighed. "I wrote this song not long after my Grandma's death. She's the one who got me into singing; she'd always give me sweets every time I sang for her. My favourite person in the whole world. It's called 'Helena.'

As I began singing, Frank started strumming a few notes on his guitar; he was really good and picked up the rhythm almost immediately.

"Long ago
Just like the hearse you die to get in again
We are so far from you
Burning on just like a match you strike to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst you take?
From every heart you break?
And like the blade you stain
Well I've been holding on tonight
What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight"

I looked up for Frank's reaction, though I couldn't read his face.

"What did you think?" I asked nervously.

"Your voice..." Frank whispered.

"What about it?" I started to get paranoid. What if he hated it? It's alwaysbeen a dream of mine to sing; I can't sing if Frank doesn't like it!

"It's beautiful." He continued. He was staring at me bewildered. I couldn't help myself; I sprang up and landed on Frank, smashing my lips down on his. He started kissing me back, more passionately.

"Frank." I moaned. "I need you."

"I need you too Gee, I... I love you." I pulled away staring at Frank.Did I just hear right? He was looking at me confused. Icouldn't help but notice a slight bit of hurt in his eyes.

"I love you too Frank." I whispered, and I meant every word. I pulled Frank intoa hug, we sat in that position for a while, until I realised the time.

"Frank, I think we'd better get back before Mikey sends out a search party."

"M'kay" He said, picking up Pansy and clasping my hand. We walked silently back to my house, though it wasn't awkward in any way.

"Wow, I might beat you in guitar hero, but you kick my fucking ass in playing an actual guitar!" I said to Ray, he had also brought his guitar to Gerard and Mikey's house; he truly was an awesome guitarist.
"I don't know Frank, for someone that's never had lessons, you're pretty talented." Ray replied. 
"Thanks," I mumbled embarrassed.
We spent the next few hours playing the chords of Gerard's songs. Mikey was really good at bass, and I loved his guitar. It was just glittery all over. As for Gerards voice, I couldn't help but get lost in it everytime he sang a note. It just was so pure and meaningful. 

"You know guys." Ray began, "We're actually pretty awesome,"
"Oh my god! We should start a band!" Mikey squeaked excitedly, he started jumping around us all chanting "Can we" over and over again.

I thought about it for a minute, we did sound pretty good together, and Gerard's songs were amazing. What's stopping us?
"What do you think Gerard" I asked, he seemed very distant since the idea was brought up.
"I don't know, I mean it's always been a dream of mine to be a singer, but I've never really sang infront of anyone, I mean I got really nervous when you asked me to song earlier. What if no one likes us? I don't want to disappoint my Grandma." 

"Gerard, Grandma was always proud of us, she's the one who always encouraged us to pursue our dreams." I could tell Mikeys words were soothing to Gerard, though he still seemed a little off the idea. I walked over to the couch where he was sat, and curled up next to him.
"Gerard, you have the most beautiful, sincere, most unique voice I have ever heard. You really are so talented. As for your songs, well they've got to go, they're shit." He looked at me, hurt. I laughed.

"I'm joking, your songs are so much better than half the songs out there today. The lyrics are so true and meaningful, it would be stupid of you to let them go to waste. I don't want you to feel like we're pressuring you, because we're not. I know it's your dream and you're just scared, but we're all here for you, every step of the way." I smiled and he kissed the top of my head.

"We need a drummer," Gerard said suddenly.
Mikey screamed, and then pounced onto Gerard, crushing me. He was now chanting "Thank you" over and over. 

"Bob can play drums," Ray said, Mikey got off us and stared at Ray, bemused. Gerard had a similar expression plastered on his face. 
"I know he doesn't look like he's good at anything, but he has always been good at drums. He never told anybody before, I don't know why, he may have just been embarrassed,"

"How did you find out?" Mikey asked.
"I was round his house one time, we were playing hide and seek. I hid in the basement, you know the 'forbidden basement' where no one is allowed to go?" Gerard and Mikey nodded. I just sat there listening to the story. "Well he kept his drum kit in there, and well I found it. He got a little mad at me when I confronted him about it, but when he calmed down he played a few songs for me, he is really good."
"Do you rekon he'd wanna be in the band?" I asked. 
"I dunno, I'll ask him, when he is feeling better." 

Hope you enjoyed! Please R&R and tell me what you thought of it. Thanks, Aiysha Xoxo - I missed a bit off the end of the chapter! Sorry!
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