Late at night, Frank and Gerard lie together and discuss what could be the most important desicion of their lives. My first one-shot, so it's kinda shit. Rate and review if you can be bothered. -C xo
'I'm not leaving until tomorrow morning. You know that.'
'Yeah, I do. But this is our last night together... I wanna remember it...'
'I suppose... I suppose you're right.
'...Why... why do you have to...'
'Frankie... not again.'
'No, seriously. Why do you have to go? Why... why are you leaving me?'
'You know why.'
'But why do you want to go?'
'Because you know what'll happen if I don't. People will know. People do know. They'll get you, and they'll get me. And you've seen what can happen to...'
'You know... to.. to people like us.'
'People like us? People like us?! Gerard, what exactly do you mean when you say, "People like us"? Filth? Abominations? Freaks? What do you mean?!'
'Frank, stop it--'
'No! No, I won't, Gerard, you stop it! We are not freaks, okay, we're in love! Don't you get it? Can't you settle that in your beautiful fucking mind? I love you! I LOVE YOU!'
'...I love you...'
'I... I love you too. I love you, Frank Iero. So much more than I can ever let you know.'
'So why... why do this? Why go, Gee? You've heard the stories about that place. You know what they do to guys like us in there.'
'Gerard, shut the fuck up, I am deadly serious.'
'I know, I know. Sorry. It's just... my family... the band... everyone I know. My Lindsey, this would kill her. My beautiful, beautiful baby Bandit. Your wife. Your little girls. We're being so selfish here, Frank, really. Don't even give me that look. We are. Think about it. The fans wouldn't know what to do. WE wouldn't know what to do. This is the only way. This is... it's my only chance..'
'Chance of what? Of being straight? Of a normal life? You can't kid yourself like that, man. I'll agree, it'll be awful for Jamia and Lindsey, but they will accept us. They'll understand, eventually. Hopefully, our daughters will too.'
'But Frank.. I.. I can't-- I can't. I won't.. it's wrong..'
'Does it feel wrong?'
'I don't know...'
'What about when I run my fingers through your hair, like this?"
"What about when we make out? What about when I give you head? What about when we lie together, hands clasped, in that comfortable silence? Does that feel wrong?'
'But it'd ruin me.. I would destroy you.'
'Oh, get over yourself, you drama queen. You cannot destroy me.'
'Now, where have I heard that before?'
'A great man once said it. Telling his followers that it's okay to be different. They called him a god. Nowadays, some might have a different word for it.'
'A gay hypocrite, too.'
'Love knows no bounds.'
'You can say that again.'
'Gee.. listen to me. The only thing that would destroy me is if you leave. I can't breathe when you're not around. Especially when I know you're being tortured at a motherfucking conversion camp.'
'But I love Lindsey..'
'You do. And I love Jamia. I really do, with all my heart. But you and I, Gerard, we're soulmates. Bound by a little inseperable force called "forever", you know? That kinda crap.'
'Give me one reason why I shouldn't go.'
'I love you.'
'A better reason.'
'You love me.'
'I think those are pretty good reasons.'
'Mm, whatever. Try again, Frankie.'
'Fine. I don't think you should go to that conversion camp not because I can't bear the thought of you being forced to watch hardcore porn while they inject fifty thousand dollars worth of testosterone into your veins, not only because I vouldn't handle the fact that you would ever dream of wanting to change yourself, and paying strangers to do it for you, not only because you're my life and I might as well cease to be without you. No, not those things. I don't want you to go because you don't know how many people you're hurting. Because if you go, and you come back straight as blade, you'll be making love to a woman you lied to, you cheated on. You'll be raising children that won't ever know their daddy's dark secret of never accepting himself. You'll be leaving behind a string of broken hearts, and all of them will be mine.'
'And I'll tell Mikey.'
'Frank, come on.'
'Hey, you're the one with your hand on my thigh.'
'Oh, do you want me to move it?'
'...See? Don't you see? This is why we should be together. This is why I'm yours and you're mine. You belong with me.'
'Okay, calm down, Taylor Swift. I see it.'
'So, will you stay with me?'
'I don't know, Frank. Do I have a reason to? Could we really continue on the same way, with the band and all? I mean, how would Ray and Mikey react?'
'Who gives a shit how they react?!'
'I do, Frank! Me!'
'I never knew you cared about what other people thought, Gerard.'
'I guess... I guess it matters more when you care about them.'
'Do you care about what I think, Gerard?'
'It matters more when it's big stuff like this.'
'Would you care if I stopped exsisting, if you left?'
'Like, you know. Reationships. That kinda stuff.'
'And it's hard for me to accept who I am, Frank. Not for you. You're so comfortable with love and with yourself and with everyone. It's fine for you.'
'I don't let people know what I'm feeling, most of the time. It's hard for me. I gotta be cold, unfeeling.'
'You think... you think it's fine?'
'And yet niggling away in the back of my mind is that one day I'll become so cold, so distant, that I'll never love anyone with all my heart and, in return, be loved wholeheartedly.'
'You think it's motherfucking fine for me?'
'That's what I'm really scared of.'
'GERARD ARTHUR FUCKING WAY, SHUT THE HELL UP AND LISTEN TO ME.'
'You think it was easy for me to be who I am today without constantly lookIng over my shoulder? Hm? You think it was okay for me to accept who I am today? You think I had a smooth ride in life, no verbal abuse from my parents, no physical attacks from kids at school, no mental anguish from myself? You think it was okay for me to be accepted into My Chemical Romance, to be around you almost 24/7, to go on tour with you, sleep so close to you that I could've leaned in and kiss your perfect lips? You think there was no torture, keeping myself from you?'
'Gee, do you know how happy I was when you first told me you loved me? Our first night together? I'd never been with anyone like that, Gerard. Not ever with a boy, or even with a girl. You were the first person to love and accept me as I was and now you want to go and "get help" because I'm not good enough for you and you think that's fine with me?'
'No. I don't think that. I know for a fact this is the wrong thing to do. If it's killing you, then for fuck's sake, Frank, I'm already dead. I love you. Never take it for granted that I don't. Whenever you get mad at me, I can't stand it. I didn't mean to upset you.... I just.. I, I meant that, I never could get over the fact that I was different to everyone else. It wasn't fun.'
'I know. I know, baby, I know how you feel, more than anyone else does. But times are different. People are more accepting. Please, Gee, think about what you're doing.'
'...Please don't leave me. Please don't go.'
'Do you love me, Frank?'
'Yes, Gerard. I love you. I love you so, so much.'
'I love you.'
'I love Gerard Way.'
'Gerard Way is my other half, my soulmate, my life.'
'I love my Gerard and I swear to fuck I'm going to slap him if he doesn't stop being a kid.'
'That really hurt! How can that really hurt? You're so small.'
'What I lack in hight, I make up for in other areas.'
'You started it.'
'This is the last time I'll ask you, Gerard. Will you go, and fuck up everything you've ever worked for? Or will you accept who you are, lose your fear of being different,of loving me, of loving a man... and stay right here?'
'Only if you promise to love me, after all.'