Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > My Angelic Romance....My Angel Drop Out

As we ran from the cops we laughed so hard it would sting

by SimplexMinded 2 reviews

Gerard opened the door but felt his heart drop when he saw who was standing in the frame. The Police.

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: PG - Genres: Drama,Fantasy,Romance - Characters: Frank Iero,Gerard Way,Mikey Way - Published: 2011-10-18 - Updated: 2011-10-18 - 3155 words - Complete

Frank woke up to the sun shining in his eyes making him groan with slight hate for the thing. His hand reached out in search of Gerard but its search came up empty. Frank sat up, a slight pout on his face as the sheets fell around his waist exposing his bare chest. The sudden gush of air made him shiver and want to curl back up under the covers but the smell of pancakes distracted him. Slowly he crawled out of bed, halfway falling due to still being asleep. Once he gained his balance, he walked downstairs and what he saw brought a smile to his face. Gerard was in boxers with shorts handing of his hips and no shirt dancing…well…..swaying to Something In Your Mouth by Nickelback. His hands were up above his head, hips moving slowly to the rhythm of the guitar.

Crafty little lip tricks, tattoos on her left hip
She's bending as you're spending, there's no end to it, so baby come on!
Dressed up like a princess, betting that her skin smells
Better than the scent of every flower in the desert, come on!

Frank grinned as he watched Gerard move to the song, his eyes closed, arms now around his waist holing his hips in place as the beat picked up into the chorus/mid of the song.

She loves the night scene, bar queen, just living for the fun
Taking over every dance floor like she's the only one
In the spotlight, all night, kissing everyone
And trying to look so innocent while sucking on her thumb

At this point Frank had to hold in a gasp as Gerard dropped to the ground like a stripper, slowing coming back up, dragging his hands over his inner thighs on the way. Halfway up, Gerard threw his head back, his black hair falling in his face, eyes still closed and his mouth wide open. Frank had no idea Gerard could move like that and he was captivated.

A knock at the door brought Gerard out of his dancing and he spun around to find Frank staring at him, mouth wide open and eyes glazed over with lust. He couldn’t help but feel slightly self-conscious, a slight blush coming to his face as he hid behind his hair.

“How long have you been there?”

Frank smiled taking a step forward. “Long enough.”

There was another knock at the door.

Gerard looked at Frank, then at the door. “I’ll get it.”

Frank couldn’t help but smile at Gerard’s shyness. He was so cute when he wasn’t being evil and trying to act tough. He watched as Gerard opened the door but felt his heart drop when he saw who was standing in the frame. The Police.

“Are you Frank Iero?” The police officer asked in a low, serious voice. His eyes were slightly wide at the scars covering Gerard’s chest but covered up his shock quickly as Gerard responded.

“No. May I ask what this is about?” His shyness was gone and he became the serious Gerard that Frank had become accustom to seeing.

The police officer shook his head. “Is he here?”

Frank took a step forward; trying not to laugh at the look on the police officer’s face when he realized what seemed to be going on. Gerard was shirtless, hot and sweaty from dancing, his face flushed and Frank mirrored the image except he was hot and sweaty from the lack of air conditioning. “I am Frank. What’s going on?”

The officer looked over at Gerard, seeming to ask to be invited in however Gerard seemed to deny it. Frank walked over, wrapping his arms around Gerard’s waist and resting his head on his shoulder.

“Frank Iero, I’m afraid your parents have been found dead and being as you are a minor, you are being taken into Child Protective Services.”

Frank’s heart sank. He knew his parents were dead, that didn’t bother him but being taking into CPS did. “No. I’m not going.” He shook his head stubbornly, tightening his grip on Gerard.

The officer stepped forward again, this time slightly angry. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice in the matter. You can come with me or I can have you detained. Its your choice.”

Frank took a step back, Gerard standing in front of him. “You don’t need to be an ass about it….What will happen to him?”

The officer sighed. “He will go through the system just like everyone else. They will give him a health exam, send him to psychiatrics, the legal things will be cleared then he will go to a foster home due to his age.”

Gerard glanced back at a slightly scared Frank. “What if I take him?”

“Sir. I can’t answer that. CPS will determine everything. It’s just my job to get him there. Now please step out of the way and let me do my job.”

The officer’s eyes held no emotion and Gerard wondered why he even wanted to be a policeman. He clearly didn’t want to help people and even more clearly didn’t care.

Frank shook his head. “No…no…please. They won’t let me come back. Gerard....please.”

The officer reached his arm out to grab Frank however he retracted it when a voice came over the radio. “Officer Trenton, suspect Gerard Way is believed to be holding Iero captive. Caution is advised.”

The officer looked up at Gerard, his eyes wide. “Gerard Way…”

Frank clung to Gerard, not sure what was about to happen. Gerard held his gaze on the officer as he whispered to Frank. “Run.”

Frank shook his head. “No….please don’t do this.”

“Frank…I cant be in the system. I’ve worked to hard to hide. Go.” His voice was getting darker as he spoke. Frank knew what was coming and as much as he hated this officer, he didn’t deserve to die.

“Please Gee…..don’t. We can both run.”

The officer reached his hand around grabbing his handcuffs. “Gerard Way, your under arrest for the murder of Jenna and Jack Iero. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in the court of....”

Gerard pushed Frank back before balling his fist and punching the officer straight in the jaw. The officer stumbled back before regaining his balance only to watch as Gerard grabbed Frank and ran towards the door.

“Get back here!” He shouted, forcing himself up off the ground in an attempt to chase after them.

Frank fell out of the door way trying to keep up with Gerard. His eyes were wide with shock and his body wouldn’t move. “Gerard!”

Gerard only grabbed his hand, pulling him forward. “Lets go Frank!”

They ran down several flights of stairs, Frank falling down most of them trying to stay with Gerard. His skin cried out as it scraped across the pavement only to be drug by the raven-haired man above him. They ran across the snow covered street and into the woods near by. When they finally stopped, Frank collapsed on the ground clutching his breath. Gerard ran his fingers through his hair, looking at the sky. He guessed it was about noon. “Frank.”

Frank shivered, looking up at him. Suddenly Gerard noticed that neither of them were wearing shirts and pants in Frank’s case. Gerard knelt down, wrapping the shivering boy in his arms. “Come on, we have to keep moving. You’ll freeze if we don’t.”

He pulled the boy up, holding him so he didn’t fall again. Frank’s whole body was numb due to the fact that he was shirtless in the snow. He could only nod and cling to the older man as he was lifted off the ground bridal style. Frank buried his face into Gerard’s neck, holding on to him for dear life.

Gerard didn’t know how long they had been walking or even where he was. Frank was now asleep in his arms, breathing softly. He would twitch every once and a whole telling him that the man in his arms was having a dream and he wondered about what. He soon found they were walking down the streets of an abandoned factory. He recognized the factory as an old rubber plant that was shit down in 1976 due to a fire. Gerard sighed, knowing they would have to stop somewhere and this factory would have to do. He walked across the street to a broken window on the side of the building. The building itself was at least 4 floors, its whitewash brick walls stood out from anything else on the street. The doors were steel, rusted from the years of being left to rot. Gerard kicked open the door, trying not to wake up Frank in the process. The door screamed as it flew open, dust covering the air instantly making Gerard cough slightly. Once he was in, he walked over to what looked like a pile of scrap material, setting Frank down and shifting through it trying to find something to wrap him in. When he found a large piece of canvas, he walked back over to Frank, wrapping him up several times in it before sitting down and placing his head in his hands. What the hell was he going to do? He had had a warrant for his arrest with the charges of murder, kidnapping and lord knows what else. The thing that bothered him the most was how he was in they system to begin with. He didn’t have an ID, didn’t own a car, was living in an abandoned apartment with no paper trail what so ever.

Frank shifted in his sleep making Gerard look over in concern. His eyes watched as Frank’s breath hitched then relaxed, then hitched again as he shivered under the covers. Gerard sighed, knowing he needed sleep too. He crawled next to Frank, wrapped his arms around the small boy and drifted off to sleep with no idea what tomorrow would bring.

Mikey sat up in bed, looking down at Alicia stoking her hair slightly. She was so beautiful when she slept. She was beautiful when she was awake to but awake she had this aurora around her that made her seem so….like her mother. Mikey loved Alicia, he really did but she was the daughter of The Union and knew it. If she wanted something, she would not only get it but she would let everyone know it too. He sighed, knowing he was thinking way too much and needed to stop. That was the one thing his brother and him had in common. They would over think everything no matter how small. He used to think that was a good thing but now, when you think, you start to question and its never good to question The Union…..and that’s exactly what he was doing.

Mikey decided he needed to go for a walk to clear his head so he slowly got up without waking Alicia and got dressed. He scratched his head and rubbed his eyes as he shut the door, taking in the cool breeze that blew through the hallways. Nights were always nice. Even back when he was human, he had loved nights. Something about the darkness attracted him. In the daytime, you could see what’s around you, people never bothered you because others could see but at night, that’s when the true colors would show. The darkness hid your identity, it hid the mask the world saw and you could do anything. You could be yourself and no one would know. The wind blew softly, ruffling his hair and he had the sudden urge to go to The Graveyards. He had the clearance to leave due to his status with the Guardians and no one would question it. He could be back before anyone knew he was gone. He shoved his hands in his pockets and decided that’s what he was going to do.

The gate was large, towering over everything in site. Its large, golden locks had a glow to them that even in the dark lit up the sky. A man stood in front of them, his hands at his sides and his eyes on Mikey. When he recognized who was approaching, he simply nodded; spreading his wings and with a large gush of wind, unlocked the gates. They slowly opened with a creak, leaving a small gap for Mikey to walk through. Mikey nodded in thanks before spreading his wings and taking off into the dark night sky.

Frank shifted, slowly opening his eyes to find he was on a cold floor. His eyes scanned around him only to find he had no idea where he was. Instinctively he shot up only to find Gerard’s arm was tightly around his waist and the sudden movement woke him up as well. Frank relaxed when he saw Gerard and felt bad for waking him up so suddenly.

Gerard looked up at a very confused Frank and smiled. “Morning.”

Frank giggled before realized he needed to know where he was. “Where are we?”

He looked around to find there was machinery everywhere, most of it old and rusted. The floor was covered in dirt, dust and grime. Gerard and him were both wrapped in some old canvas and it made him think of a homeless person.

Gerard pulled him closer, resting his head on Frank’s shoulder. “Some old plastic factory. Not sure what city exactly.”

Suddenly Frank remembered everything that had happened the night before, also taking notice that he was still in his boxers and shorts. “What are we guna do?”

Gerard shrugged. “Don’t know. Figured we’d try to find some clothes first.”

He motioned to Frank’s boxers as well as his own with a smirk. Frank blushed bust his shyness was short loved when he shivered, wrapping his arms around his waist. Gerard pulled him closed, rubbing his nose in Frank’s soft short hair. Frank leaned into him and sighed. “I’m so sorry to get you into this.”

Gerard shook his head, tightening his grip on Frank. “If I didn’t want to be here…..I’d leave.” He pulled Frank into a short kiss before looking into his eyes. “And I’m not gone yet am I?”

“No. Your still here.” Frank smiled.

They sat there holding each other for a while until Gerard started to stand up. Frank looked at him in confusion. “Where are you going?”

Gerard scratched his head. “We need to keep moving. Like it or not…..I’m on the run. I’m wanted for murder and kidnapping and something tells me your going to follow so…..thats makes us a we.”

Frank nodded. “Well…..we should find clothes first. Where do we start?”

“I think there is a town down the road. We both have pants so we really only need shirts. Those we can steal.”

Frank laughed “Murder, kidnapping, theft, what’s next? Bombings?”

Gerard shrugged. “Maybe. Depends on what pisses me off.”

He reached a hand out helping Frank to his feet. “Come on. Lets get out of here before we both get arrested.”

Mikey landed softly on the dull orange grass, his hair blowing in the wind. He looked around to see where he was taking notice of the tombstones that scattered the ground. He smiled, walking forward with no real idea as to where he was going. The sky was dark with only a few clouds in the sky as Mikey found his way to the main road leaving out of the cemetery. His eyes landed on a large stone sign at the gate with the words Cemetery Drive engraved in black script.

“Sound like a song.” He spoke to no one but himself.

His boots crunched against the dirt road, wind blowing harshly against his black shirt and jeans. He didn’t know how long he had been walking when a car drove by, slowing down to see if he needed a ride. The driver rolled down their window and for the first time, Mikey could see their face. She had a bright pink mowhawk with the sides bleach blond. A lip ring was fastened to her left lip as well as a nose ring. Mikey couldn’t help but find her beautiful. She stuck her arm out the window, resting it on the side.

“You need a lift?” Her accent was a think one from New Jersey.

Mikey smiled. “Do I need to have a destination?”

She laughed. “Are you hitting on me?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Not yet at least”

He leaned on the door, tilting his head. Suddenly the girl started laughing. “I love your shirt!”

Mikey looked down to find he was wearing his ‘Don’t Google Yourself’ shirt. He smiled. “One of my favorites.”

She shook her head, extending her hand out. “Andy.”

“Mikey. Nice too meet you Andy.”

“So, you guna get in or what?”

He made his way around the front of the car before climbing in the side smiling at her. “So, where you headed?”

She turned up the radio nodding her head to whatever was playing. “Newark. You?”

Mikey shrugged. “No idea. Just walking really.”

“So what were you doing all the way out here?”

“I used to live here. Just taking a trip down memory lane.” He rolled his eyes as he spoke, making it very clear he was being sarcastic.

“Your funny. I like you.” Andy laughed, shaking her head as she made a left hand turn. “Seriously, What are you doing out here? There’s not a city for miles and your’re just walking. Seems kinda odd don’t ya think?”

Mikey shifted in his seat, trying to think of an answer to her question that would sound believable. “I was on my way to Trenton but the bus only went to East Brunswick. So I had it drop me off there and I was walking to Hoboken where I would pick up the PATH train to Trenton from there.”

“You were guna walk from Brunswick to Hoboken by yourself?” She asked disbelievingly.

He nodded. “Yep.”

Andy shook her head, lighting up a cigarette. “That’s crazy. Not a very good idea either.”

“I’ve got a dark ally and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth.”

“Fall Out Boy! Ahhhh I love them!”

Mikey’s arms shot above his head. “Yes! Finally someone who gets it!!!!!”

Andy laughed along with Mikey and he had a feeling that he was going to like this girl.
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