A person changes within time-- but can they change back?
greetings to all le beautiful fuckers on FicWad ;) mwhah I loves u alllll >.<
OhMyGod I haz school tommorrow D: in still recovering from le wedding I is bein' at.
(I met this adorable little kid called Cole, he was like five and kept following me around and I swear I would've taken him home! Oh and I got to meet my cousin in law again that I havent seen in ages! Good ta see ya mate :D)
The result of being very bored -___-
In this theres only one year between Frank and Gerard and Mikey is the same age as Frank but this is fiction so fuck you.
So yeah-- this is different from what I normally write :)
"GeeGee!!!" Squealed a very happy five year old as his bestest friend came running round the corner the house into his garden, a wide smile speeding across his face.
The boy reached Frank and collapsed down beside him, breathing hard. "Hey...Frankie." The six year old said, still smiling. Gerard lent against the younger side, trying to catch his breath back. Frank grinned, patting the black hair on top of his head.
"Did you run here?" He asked, glad his friend had come over- he was getting bored sitting in the garden by himself.
"Nah, moma drived here. I ran from the car." He sat up and poked Franks side, a high squeak came from the younger, "I knew you'd be out here." He giggled, a cheeky smirk on his face. He poked Franks side again, Frank making the same squeak as before.
"No GeeGee, it tickles!" He giggled, Gerard still poking his sides and laughing at the noises Frank was making.
"Your laugh's funny, Frankie." He laughed, not pausing his movements.
The younger processed to giggle loudly as another boy rounded the side of the house into the Iero garden.
"Gee stop torturing Frankie." Mikey said, sitting opposite the two boys, smiling at the site.
"Y-yeah G-gee S-stop" He stutters out, rolling around on the grass, giggling.
The oldest of the three sighed and stopped tickling, a wide grin still etched onto his face. "Your no fun." He huffed, though the evidence on his face proved himself wrong.
Frank sat up, still breathing deeper than normal, and rested his head on the older's shoulder- smile splitting his face. Gerard grinned, arm wrapping around the smaller boy.
This was the site that the two mothers first saw as they entered the garden- sandwiches and juice boxes in hand. They would both look back on the memory and smile sadly. Wishing it was like that again.
9 years later
Frank breathed a sigh of relief as the piercing sound of the end of the period bell rung out around the large high school. He stood up, slinging his bag onto his shoulder and quickly marching his way out of the classroom.
He glanced at his timetable which was inked onto his hand ( he could never remember it ) and inwardly groaned- gym.
He reached his locker and switched his bag for his gym bag, slamming the door shut.
He started along the long corridors towards the boys changing rooms that he despised with passion. He was just about there when a tall figure slammed into him, knocking the Franks short frame into the hard metal lockers.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you there faggot." Laughed the black haired boy that had shoved him. Frank frowned, looking down as he rubbed his arm where it had hit the locker. "Aww did the shrimpy hurt his arm?" Came another snide comment from the boy a year older.
Frank glanced up through the hair that had fallen over his face and glared at the cruel boy that had been targeting him for the last few years. Today was not out of the ordinary.
The tall boy smirked and started started to walk away, leaving Frank wishing with all his might that Gerard wasn't the boy that hurt him daily.
But he was. And there was no use wishing that he would suddenly change.
He looked back down, grabbing his bag, and started to walk to te changing rooms, slower than before.
Gerard being a year older left to high school before Frank and Mikey. At the start Frank would go home with Mikey and Gerard would soon arrive minutes later and they would all hang out together. But soon, Gerard would spend less and less with the two boys after school, and more time with his new friends.
But it wasn't until Frank and Mikey had come up to high school when they realised that Gerard had completely abandoned them.
Gerard had turned into the type of person that bullied, and Frank was always the type of person that was a target to bullies. It just fit.
Frank had stopped visiting the Way household- not even to see Mikey. They weren't in any classes together, and Frank spent his lunchtimes hidden away. He was too afraid that if he would ever see Gerard by himself that he would breakdown, begging him to be his Gee again.
Frank metally slapped himself as he entered the changing rooms. No, there was no room for those thoughts in his already troubled head.
He set his stuff in a corner, being to quickly get changed- the faster he did it, the less chance anyone would catch a glance at his battered torso.
Whipping off his school shirt, he raked through his gym bag, searching for his Black Flag gym shirt. While searching, he accidentally knocked over his whole gym bag contents onto the floor. He noticed his shirt on the floor and turned around to grab it. Once he stood up again he quickly scanned that room, making sure no one was gawking at his hideous body.
No such luck.
His eyes rested on a tall, dark figure across the changing room, staring at him. Well, Gerard was more staring at his torso, than Frank himself.
At that moment Gerards hazel eyes met Franks. The older flinched away mere seconds after they connected, but it was long enough for Frank to see what was there. Buried deep in his eyes.
R&R ma pretties XD
Oh and those reading Take My Fucking Hand-- I'm working on it. I just needed a quick break from la drama :)
TMFH CHAPTER IS NOOW DONE AND UPLOADED :DDDD
AND THE NEXT CHAPTER OF THE GHOST OF YOU REMAINS IN ME WILL BE UP SOON TOO XD