Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > I think I'll die alone
Frank Iero, a homosexual 17yr old boy just trying to get through a homophobic highschool. Gerard Way is the new kid, who's family has there own issues,straight, but Gerard finds and intrest in frank.
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Gerard's POV
The wind,rain, and night sky drowning through my windows, the view outside was dreadful, but I didn't care I enjoyed the sound of rain. My Door opened slowly as Mikey walked in "Gerard, mom said we have to go now" he said with a hesitant voice , Mikey was wearing his glasses weird again and his Anthrax shirt. "Okay" I grabbed my jacket and walked up stairs. My mom grabbed her keys "Lets go before the rain gets worse"
Frank's POV
The blood trickled down the side of my lip. I had to clean up my own faith and blood.
"Iero , you can leave now," Ms. Panzor said in a serious tone " Is your mom coming to pick you up"
Hell no!, "Ya , she is " I grabbed my bag "bye Frank see you tomorrow in class," I pushed open the doors.
My jacket didn't keep me warm for long. The rain washed away the blood and it hid the world from seeing my tears, the rain was my only friend.
"Are you okay, hun?" An old women said as she walked up to me, her face looked worried, she didn't give me enough time to answer "Oh my god your bleeding! Come inside" I went with her, anything to keep me away from home.
Gerard's POV
The Car ride felt like forever , I didn't mind for awhile I liked watching the rain fall, but I just wanted to get there already.
Mikey poked me for no god damn reason "What , Mikey?",
"Nothing , I just wanted to see if .."
My mom cut him off like she usually does to us "We're here,"
Finally, I got out of the car and i saw this boy leave the house, My Grandmas house.
Probably just one of grandma's neighbors I thought but he looked at me.
I saw the pain in his eyes, something about him made me want to talk to him. He was short his black semi-long hair coverd one eye he wore a black hoodie.
Someone put a hand on my shoulder, I turned around, "Holy Shit Mikey you scared the living shit out of me!"he smirked,
"Come on boys!" I looked to see if that boy was there still , he was gone.
My Grandmas house was warm and Creative. Filled with paintings.
She came from the kitchen with a smile and hugged me.
I wanted to ask her who that boy was, but its not like it would matter I probably wont see him again."Thanks for letting the boys stay here for awhile, mom," She hugged my grandma, "Behave."I knew that was directed to Mikey.
Mikey the quiet evil genius."Are you guys hungry?" I shook my head,"No, I'm fine." I walked up stairs to my room. It looked like the way I left it.
Pictures I drew and paintings on my wall, Others say my room is Creative , to me its vacant and filled with memories that tortured my soul.
Frank's POV
He was beautiful, His long black hair, his hazel green eyes filled with sorrow.
I knew his name but I dont think he knew mine.
Gerard Way was moving into Elena's house.
I wanted to see him again, Something about him.
He was what I was thinking about on my walk home.
Sounds weird I know because
I didnt even say a word to him.
"Frank Anthony Thomas Iero!" My mom yelled as she ran up to me.Was she drunk?
She made the pain worse and she slapped me.
"Where the Hell were you!?! You got detention again ,huh!" I just ignored my drunk mother and went inside.
It was cold like my moms heart.
She was not always like this. She didnt apperciate me for being gay.
I layed on my bed and looked at her,Pansy looked at me, she was my les paul guitar.The only thing that kept me sane.
The wind,rain, and night sky drowning through my windows, the view outside was dreadful, but I didn't care I enjoyed the sound of rain. My Door opened slowly as Mikey walked in "Gerard, mom said we have to go now" he said with a hesitant voice , Mikey was wearing his glasses weird again and his Anthrax shirt. "Okay" I grabbed my jacket and walked up stairs. My mom grabbed her keys "Lets go before the rain gets worse"
Frank's POV
The blood trickled down the side of my lip. I had to clean up my own faith and blood.
"Iero , you can leave now," Ms. Panzor said in a serious tone " Is your mom coming to pick you up"
Hell no!, "Ya , she is " I grabbed my bag "bye Frank see you tomorrow in class," I pushed open the doors.
My jacket didn't keep me warm for long. The rain washed away the blood and it hid the world from seeing my tears, the rain was my only friend.
"Are you okay, hun?" An old women said as she walked up to me, her face looked worried, she didn't give me enough time to answer "Oh my god your bleeding! Come inside" I went with her, anything to keep me away from home.
Gerard's POV
The Car ride felt like forever , I didn't mind for awhile I liked watching the rain fall, but I just wanted to get there already.
Mikey poked me for no god damn reason "What , Mikey?",
"Nothing , I just wanted to see if .."
My mom cut him off like she usually does to us "We're here,"
Finally, I got out of the car and i saw this boy leave the house, My Grandmas house.
Probably just one of grandma's neighbors I thought but he looked at me.
I saw the pain in his eyes, something about him made me want to talk to him. He was short his black semi-long hair coverd one eye he wore a black hoodie.
Someone put a hand on my shoulder, I turned around, "Holy Shit Mikey you scared the living shit out of me!"he smirked,
"Come on boys!" I looked to see if that boy was there still , he was gone.
My Grandmas house was warm and Creative. Filled with paintings.
She came from the kitchen with a smile and hugged me.
I wanted to ask her who that boy was, but its not like it would matter I probably wont see him again."Thanks for letting the boys stay here for awhile, mom," She hugged my grandma, "Behave."I knew that was directed to Mikey.
Mikey the quiet evil genius."Are you guys hungry?" I shook my head,"No, I'm fine." I walked up stairs to my room. It looked like the way I left it.
Pictures I drew and paintings on my wall, Others say my room is Creative , to me its vacant and filled with memories that tortured my soul.
Frank's POV
He was beautiful, His long black hair, his hazel green eyes filled with sorrow.
I knew his name but I dont think he knew mine.
Gerard Way was moving into Elena's house.
I wanted to see him again, Something about him.
He was what I was thinking about on my walk home.
Sounds weird I know because
I didnt even say a word to him.
"Frank Anthony Thomas Iero!" My mom yelled as she ran up to me.Was she drunk?
She made the pain worse and she slapped me.
"Where the Hell were you!?! You got detention again ,huh!" I just ignored my drunk mother and went inside.
It was cold like my moms heart.
She was not always like this. She didnt apperciate me for being gay.
I layed on my bed and looked at her,Pansy looked at me, she was my les paul guitar.The only thing that kept me sane.
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