Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Secrets of the heart
“Mikey, I didn’t think you were… I mean, I’d expect this kind of behaviour from Gerard, but not you, you’re straight. And Frank doesn’t deserve to be messed around like that.” She said, looking confused and angry as I stood up, blood boiling. That kind of behaviour? What, is this a bad thing? Messing around with Frank? Hell, no. I’m not having my damn Mother think of me like that. Not even for a second.
“Messing about, hey?” I hissed, surprised at the anger and venom in my own words, “I would never do that. I love Frank and he loves me. Is that not enough for you?” I asked, still holding Frank tight to me as my mother took a step forward, her expression changing to apologetic.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know, it’s just, Frank’s liked you since he was eleven. I didn’t want him to get hurt.” She explained as I calmed, not quite so sure as to why I got so angry.
“That long?” I asked, looking down on him as he nodded, blushing.
“Yeah…sorry.” He apologised but I simply shook my head as it swirled with questions that were answering themselves that collided with washes of love and happiness.
“Don’t apologize. I’m really not sure how long I’ve loved you, but I think I always knew it. I was just too confused and scared to admit it to myself.” I said, as we beamed at each other, eyes twinkling.
“Um, do you want the rest of your pancakes?” My mom asked and we both giggled, looking at her and shaking our heads.
“Tell Gerard to eat them, his load is wide enough already, a few more won’t hurt.” I said and Frank howled in laughter, clutching his stomach that was probably yelling at him for laughing so hard straight after throwing up.
“Are you sure? You need to eat, you’ve both got so skinny with the tour and Frank’s ill, so…” My Mom left off, looking worried and I laughed lightly at her.
“Good point, we’ll just have some cereal or something.” I said and Frank nodded enthusiastically, his laughing fit halted as his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
“F-Berry!” He yelled, clapping his hands together happily and bouncing up and down.
“Sure thing.” Mom said, turning round and walking out of the door just in front of us as we laced our fingers together and walked up the creaky stairs from Gerard’s bedroom.
“Um…” Ray said as we entered the room, glancing at our entwined fingers and his vision flickering from our hands to mine and Gerard’s mother.
“It’s okay, I know.” Mom said, getting out two bowls and filling them with bright pink cereal before nearly drowning them in milk.
“How did you find out?” Gerard asked, leaning back in his chair as he finished his pile of pancakes, hands on his washboard stomach as he smiled contented and full.
“I walked in on them sucking face.” Mom said and Bob choked on a pancake as I bit back a laugh.
“Just after Frank threw up?” Bob asked and I nodded, giggling at my band mates disgusted expression.
“Well, you’ve loved him enough to smell him at his worst on tour, now it’s clear you love him enough to taste him at his worst.” Gerard said, downing another cup of black coffee and sighing happily, stretching his arms and legs as his back clicked.
“That is gross Gerard.” Ray said, his face crunching as Gerard clicked all his bones, even his damn hips. How the hell do you do that?
“Whatever Toro. Not as gross as when you got skittles stuck in your hair and ate them later.” He retorted and Ray smirked.
“At least having hair you can carry things in is useful, what use is clicking all your bones?” He asked and Gerard shrugged.
“Bert likes it.” He said and then he frowned, “Oh.” He said, less cheery obviously having forgot that he broke up with Bert as he dumped his coffee mug in the sink and slumping unhappily back down at the table.
“Gee, it doesn’t matter. You deserve so much better than him.” Bob said, crossing from his spot on the kitchen counter and giving Gerard a big hug from the side. Okay, that’s weird, normally Bob’s a no emotion at all sort of guy. So what the hell?
“Whoa, who are you and what did you do with my Bob?” Gerard asked, pushing Bob off him wearily causing Bob to roll his eyes and slump in the chair next to him, crossing his arms and putting sadly like a small child denied sweets on their birthday (yeah, that bad.).
“I was trying to be nice and cheer you up, Gee!” Bob whined and my brother chuckled slightly, wrapping his arms round Bob and pulling him into a tight hug.
“Aw, thanks Bob; you’re the best.” He said, grinning insanely as Bob hugged him back just as tightly… okay, this is getting beyond weird.
“I give up, tell me. What’s with you two?” I asked and they giggled like school girls with a crush as they pulled away and I held my hands up, looking confused and waiting for an explanation from them.
“They were reading a magazine the other day and apparently lots of the fans think that we’re all together. Frank and Gerard are the most popular couple, followed by Frank and Mikey- which I’m sure you two are just as happy about as they are- thirdly and probably most disturbingly is Mikey and Gerard. Then me and Bob and Gerard and Bob are sort of fourth.” Ray explained, smiling himself and shaking his head. Me and my brother? EW! I pulled a face and stuck out my tongue.
“Gross, my brother.” I said, disgust lacing my tone and features… our fans really do have some serious mental health issues because that is just…no, I can’t even think of that. It’s just too wrong, and actually, it’s illegal.
“Yuck, your brother.” Frank said and when I looked at him he had the same horrified and freaked out expression on his face that I’m sure I must have had.
“Well, you two do give them enough on stage material to muck about with.” Ray pointed out and Frank and Gerard pouted, crossing their arms unhappily.
“But Gerard’s lips are slimy! Mikey’s are better.” He whinged and Gerard dropped his jaw in mock offense.
“That, Frank, is because I’m singing. Also, I don’t want to know of my brother’s kissing skills.” He complained and Frank’s grimace turned into a smirk.
“You’re only jealous Gerard.” Frankie said, his smirk standing proud on his still gaunt face.
“Of what?” Gee asked, jutting his chin slightly.
“You’re brothers amazing kissing skills.” He said, finishing his sentence laughing lightly as he bit his lip, causing me to giggle and Gerard to clamp his hands over his ears and sing at the top of his lungs.
“Okay, okay. Stop it now, Gee.” Bob said, tugging Gerard’s hands away from his head while trying to refrain from laughing himself.
“Okay, just, I don’t want to know. And I DEFINITELY don’t want to know of my brothers skills in bed.” Gerard said and we both blushed wildly.
“Gee…we haven’t…we’re not…not yet…” Frank stuttered, blushing wildly as Gerard face palmed.
“Sorry Frankie, I forgot about the whole marriage thing.” He apologized and I looked at Frank curiously. Marriage thing?
“What marriage thing?” I asked and Frank sighed, blushing more as he pulled his cross from under his shirt and I stared. He still had that thing? And he wore it?
“Catholics can’t have sex before marriage, it’s against our religion.” He whispered, looking down as if in shame.
“So you’ve never…?” Bob asked unsure and disbelieving but Frank just shook his head erratically, blushing an even deeper red which I thought was near impossible.
“Mikey was the farthest I’ve got.” He whispered and my jaw dropped slightly, though I closed it quickly.
“Sorry Frank, I completely forgot.” He apologized.
“Don’t worry about it Gerard. I’m going to hell anyway so I really should just give this game up.” He smirked half-heartedly and lifted his head slightly, peeking out at us from under his jet black fringe.
“No, Frank, you can’t just give up your faith and out of all of us, you’re probably the one going to heaven.” I told him truthfully, rubbing his arm as he shook his head.
“I’m gay.” He whispered and I furrowed my brow, trying to read his expression as he hung his head again, eyes squeezed shut.
“Why does that matter?” I whispered, dreading the answer that I already knew though didn’t want to believe.
“Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve or Eve and Eva.” He muttered, burying his head in his hands and muttering to himself.
“Frank, God isn’t going to hate you for being gay.” Gerard promised, looking worried.
“All the years I’ve meant to be being a good person, I’ve tried so hard. Then my parents kicked me out and they hate me. Oh hell.” He muttered, looking like he was having a complete mental breakdown as years of the only things he knew came crashing down around him.
“Frank…? Do you, um…?” I started, not wanting to let the question roll of my tongue.
“Do I still love you?” He finished for me and I gulped, nodding as the atmosphere became thick enough to bite a chunk out of.
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“Messing about, hey?” I hissed, surprised at the anger and venom in my own words, “I would never do that. I love Frank and he loves me. Is that not enough for you?” I asked, still holding Frank tight to me as my mother took a step forward, her expression changing to apologetic.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know, it’s just, Frank’s liked you since he was eleven. I didn’t want him to get hurt.” She explained as I calmed, not quite so sure as to why I got so angry.
“That long?” I asked, looking down on him as he nodded, blushing.
“Yeah…sorry.” He apologised but I simply shook my head as it swirled with questions that were answering themselves that collided with washes of love and happiness.
“Don’t apologize. I’m really not sure how long I’ve loved you, but I think I always knew it. I was just too confused and scared to admit it to myself.” I said, as we beamed at each other, eyes twinkling.
“Um, do you want the rest of your pancakes?” My mom asked and we both giggled, looking at her and shaking our heads.
“Tell Gerard to eat them, his load is wide enough already, a few more won’t hurt.” I said and Frank howled in laughter, clutching his stomach that was probably yelling at him for laughing so hard straight after throwing up.
“Are you sure? You need to eat, you’ve both got so skinny with the tour and Frank’s ill, so…” My Mom left off, looking worried and I laughed lightly at her.
“Good point, we’ll just have some cereal or something.” I said and Frank nodded enthusiastically, his laughing fit halted as his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
“F-Berry!” He yelled, clapping his hands together happily and bouncing up and down.
“Sure thing.” Mom said, turning round and walking out of the door just in front of us as we laced our fingers together and walked up the creaky stairs from Gerard’s bedroom.
“Um…” Ray said as we entered the room, glancing at our entwined fingers and his vision flickering from our hands to mine and Gerard’s mother.
“It’s okay, I know.” Mom said, getting out two bowls and filling them with bright pink cereal before nearly drowning them in milk.
“How did you find out?” Gerard asked, leaning back in his chair as he finished his pile of pancakes, hands on his washboard stomach as he smiled contented and full.
“I walked in on them sucking face.” Mom said and Bob choked on a pancake as I bit back a laugh.
“Just after Frank threw up?” Bob asked and I nodded, giggling at my band mates disgusted expression.
“Well, you’ve loved him enough to smell him at his worst on tour, now it’s clear you love him enough to taste him at his worst.” Gerard said, downing another cup of black coffee and sighing happily, stretching his arms and legs as his back clicked.
“That is gross Gerard.” Ray said, his face crunching as Gerard clicked all his bones, even his damn hips. How the hell do you do that?
“Whatever Toro. Not as gross as when you got skittles stuck in your hair and ate them later.” He retorted and Ray smirked.
“At least having hair you can carry things in is useful, what use is clicking all your bones?” He asked and Gerard shrugged.
“Bert likes it.” He said and then he frowned, “Oh.” He said, less cheery obviously having forgot that he broke up with Bert as he dumped his coffee mug in the sink and slumping unhappily back down at the table.
“Gee, it doesn’t matter. You deserve so much better than him.” Bob said, crossing from his spot on the kitchen counter and giving Gerard a big hug from the side. Okay, that’s weird, normally Bob’s a no emotion at all sort of guy. So what the hell?
“Whoa, who are you and what did you do with my Bob?” Gerard asked, pushing Bob off him wearily causing Bob to roll his eyes and slump in the chair next to him, crossing his arms and putting sadly like a small child denied sweets on their birthday (yeah, that bad.).
“I was trying to be nice and cheer you up, Gee!” Bob whined and my brother chuckled slightly, wrapping his arms round Bob and pulling him into a tight hug.
“Aw, thanks Bob; you’re the best.” He said, grinning insanely as Bob hugged him back just as tightly… okay, this is getting beyond weird.
“I give up, tell me. What’s with you two?” I asked and they giggled like school girls with a crush as they pulled away and I held my hands up, looking confused and waiting for an explanation from them.
“They were reading a magazine the other day and apparently lots of the fans think that we’re all together. Frank and Gerard are the most popular couple, followed by Frank and Mikey- which I’m sure you two are just as happy about as they are- thirdly and probably most disturbingly is Mikey and Gerard. Then me and Bob and Gerard and Bob are sort of fourth.” Ray explained, smiling himself and shaking his head. Me and my brother? EW! I pulled a face and stuck out my tongue.
“Gross, my brother.” I said, disgust lacing my tone and features… our fans really do have some serious mental health issues because that is just…no, I can’t even think of that. It’s just too wrong, and actually, it’s illegal.
“Yuck, your brother.” Frank said and when I looked at him he had the same horrified and freaked out expression on his face that I’m sure I must have had.
“Well, you two do give them enough on stage material to muck about with.” Ray pointed out and Frank and Gerard pouted, crossing their arms unhappily.
“But Gerard’s lips are slimy! Mikey’s are better.” He whinged and Gerard dropped his jaw in mock offense.
“That, Frank, is because I’m singing. Also, I don’t want to know of my brother’s kissing skills.” He complained and Frank’s grimace turned into a smirk.
“You’re only jealous Gerard.” Frankie said, his smirk standing proud on his still gaunt face.
“Of what?” Gee asked, jutting his chin slightly.
“You’re brothers amazing kissing skills.” He said, finishing his sentence laughing lightly as he bit his lip, causing me to giggle and Gerard to clamp his hands over his ears and sing at the top of his lungs.
“Okay, okay. Stop it now, Gee.” Bob said, tugging Gerard’s hands away from his head while trying to refrain from laughing himself.
“Okay, just, I don’t want to know. And I DEFINITELY don’t want to know of my brothers skills in bed.” Gerard said and we both blushed wildly.
“Gee…we haven’t…we’re not…not yet…” Frank stuttered, blushing wildly as Gerard face palmed.
“Sorry Frankie, I forgot about the whole marriage thing.” He apologized and I looked at Frank curiously. Marriage thing?
“What marriage thing?” I asked and Frank sighed, blushing more as he pulled his cross from under his shirt and I stared. He still had that thing? And he wore it?
“Catholics can’t have sex before marriage, it’s against our religion.” He whispered, looking down as if in shame.
“So you’ve never…?” Bob asked unsure and disbelieving but Frank just shook his head erratically, blushing an even deeper red which I thought was near impossible.
“Mikey was the farthest I’ve got.” He whispered and my jaw dropped slightly, though I closed it quickly.
“Sorry Frank, I completely forgot.” He apologized.
“Don’t worry about it Gerard. I’m going to hell anyway so I really should just give this game up.” He smirked half-heartedly and lifted his head slightly, peeking out at us from under his jet black fringe.
“No, Frank, you can’t just give up your faith and out of all of us, you’re probably the one going to heaven.” I told him truthfully, rubbing his arm as he shook his head.
“I’m gay.” He whispered and I furrowed my brow, trying to read his expression as he hung his head again, eyes squeezed shut.
“Why does that matter?” I whispered, dreading the answer that I already knew though didn’t want to believe.
“Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve or Eve and Eva.” He muttered, burying his head in his hands and muttering to himself.
“Frank, God isn’t going to hate you for being gay.” Gerard promised, looking worried.
“All the years I’ve meant to be being a good person, I’ve tried so hard. Then my parents kicked me out and they hate me. Oh hell.” He muttered, looking like he was having a complete mental breakdown as years of the only things he knew came crashing down around him.
“Frank…? Do you, um…?” I started, not wanting to let the question roll of my tongue.
“Do I still love you?” He finished for me and I gulped, nodding as the atmosphere became thick enough to bite a chunk out of.
Ooooh cliffhanger... Please rate and review and I shall love you forever and send you virtual cookies and hugs :D oh! And another chapter, but you must R&R to recieve.
Jackie
xxx
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