Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Telekinetic Episodes
This chapter is jumpy and shitty, but I tried my best to give you some fluff, or whatever. I really think this is my least favorite installment. You don't understand how many times I've written this chapter, and I just can't get it right, but I figured fuck it. I haven't updated in fucking forever and I couldn't rewrite this again, this chapter has just been stressing me the fuck out, and now I'm so stressed I can't stop saying fuck. I'm going to shut up now because this is getting ridiculously long and bitchy. So yeah...
Title credit: Alice in Chains (heard this song in the car)
xxLee
The next three weeks were somewhat awkward, which, of course, was to be expected. The next three weeks had also been quite wonderful in it's own special way.
Frank had grown fond of Gerard, maybe even a bit more then fond.Frank was aware of the aspects of a "crush". A crush was what he had on the girl named Sarah that sat next to him in honors English, but that's all that was, a crush. He never obsessed over Sarah, he just thought she was pretty and nice and always smelt like honey. He obsessed over Gerard.
Well maybe not obsessed. He wasn't creepy. He didn't watch Gerard sleep or anything scandalous like that. He just thought about him a lot. He would steal glances at Gerard when he knew he shouldn't. It should be freaking him out, he should be going on an incessant rant about how "dangerous" he is, not be getting caught up in some school girl crush. But that was just the thing, he wasn't freaking out. After years if panicking, he couldn't bring himself to freak out about his liking for Gerard.
It didn't even register to him as strange that they were both boys. All of it seem so normal to Frank, which somehow made the situation even more surreal.
While Frank was thinking about Gerard, Gerard would more than likely be thinking of Frank. Gerard's liking, though, might have been a bit more drastic. He didn't only think of Frank. He dreamt of him. Hell, he couldn't even draw anything anymore unless it somehow incorporated Frank.
He wouldn't call it love, the feelings were too premature to for cliche things like love. It wasn't just like though, either. It was that strange medium in between the two feelings. Where you can't just like them, but it couldn't possibly be love.
Both men were thinking of this as they trekked to comic shop Monday morning, stealing glances at each other inconspiciously. It went on like this until Frank spoke up.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's impolite to stare?"
Gerard scoffed "Right back at ya."
"I wasn't staring." Frank mumbled, turning red.
"I was."
They both haulted immediately, Gerard couldn't that had come out of his mouth, Frank couldn't either. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal, what had been said, but it was for them.
"W-why?"
Gerard didn't answer for a while. He was just observing Frank's somehow perfect cupid bow.
"Frankie, have you ever gotten your first kiss."
A head shake signaling no. A hesitant lean forward. A slow, deliberate tilt of the head. A gentle puckering of the lips.
There it was Frank Iero's first kiss. There weren't fireworks or magic, his life isn't a cliche romantic novel, but it was still his first kiss. It was still hesitant and sweet. It still ended with an adorable awkward laugh. It was still Gerard standing there in front of him with a slight smile.
It wasn't Gerard Way's first kiss. Far from it, but he was still feeling just as satisfied when he pulled back and it was Frank in front of him.
Unfortunately for Frank,where there is excitement there is also inconvenient telekenesiss. Which he was reminded of when the shop window behind him shattered.
Gerard jumped back from the shards, tugging Frank with him. Frank was unpleasantly reminded of the incident in first grade. Luckily, then store seemed vacant.
"That's probably why I never kissed." Sadness lacing his voice, giving Gerard the need to cheer him up.
"I think it makes it all the more exciting."
"No it doesn't..."
"Yeah, I like the adventure aspect of it all."
Frank glanced up at him. "Really?"
"Really."
Did I forget to mention it's ridiculously short? Yeah, well that.
Title credit: Alice in Chains (heard this song in the car)
xxLee
The next three weeks were somewhat awkward, which, of course, was to be expected. The next three weeks had also been quite wonderful in it's own special way.
Frank had grown fond of Gerard, maybe even a bit more then fond.Frank was aware of the aspects of a "crush". A crush was what he had on the girl named Sarah that sat next to him in honors English, but that's all that was, a crush. He never obsessed over Sarah, he just thought she was pretty and nice and always smelt like honey. He obsessed over Gerard.
Well maybe not obsessed. He wasn't creepy. He didn't watch Gerard sleep or anything scandalous like that. He just thought about him a lot. He would steal glances at Gerard when he knew he shouldn't. It should be freaking him out, he should be going on an incessant rant about how "dangerous" he is, not be getting caught up in some school girl crush. But that was just the thing, he wasn't freaking out. After years if panicking, he couldn't bring himself to freak out about his liking for Gerard.
It didn't even register to him as strange that they were both boys. All of it seem so normal to Frank, which somehow made the situation even more surreal.
While Frank was thinking about Gerard, Gerard would more than likely be thinking of Frank. Gerard's liking, though, might have been a bit more drastic. He didn't only think of Frank. He dreamt of him. Hell, he couldn't even draw anything anymore unless it somehow incorporated Frank.
He wouldn't call it love, the feelings were too premature to for cliche things like love. It wasn't just like though, either. It was that strange medium in between the two feelings. Where you can't just like them, but it couldn't possibly be love.
Both men were thinking of this as they trekked to comic shop Monday morning, stealing glances at each other inconspiciously. It went on like this until Frank spoke up.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's impolite to stare?"
Gerard scoffed "Right back at ya."
"I wasn't staring." Frank mumbled, turning red.
"I was."
They both haulted immediately, Gerard couldn't that had come out of his mouth, Frank couldn't either. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal, what had been said, but it was for them.
"W-why?"
Gerard didn't answer for a while. He was just observing Frank's somehow perfect cupid bow.
"Frankie, have you ever gotten your first kiss."
A head shake signaling no. A hesitant lean forward. A slow, deliberate tilt of the head. A gentle puckering of the lips.
There it was Frank Iero's first kiss. There weren't fireworks or magic, his life isn't a cliche romantic novel, but it was still his first kiss. It was still hesitant and sweet. It still ended with an adorable awkward laugh. It was still Gerard standing there in front of him with a slight smile.
It wasn't Gerard Way's first kiss. Far from it, but he was still feeling just as satisfied when he pulled back and it was Frank in front of him.
Unfortunately for Frank,where there is excitement there is also inconvenient telekenesiss. Which he was reminded of when the shop window behind him shattered.
Gerard jumped back from the shards, tugging Frank with him. Frank was unpleasantly reminded of the incident in first grade. Luckily, then store seemed vacant.
"That's probably why I never kissed." Sadness lacing his voice, giving Gerard the need to cheer him up.
"I think it makes it all the more exciting."
"No it doesn't..."
"Yeah, I like the adventure aspect of it all."
Frank glanced up at him. "Really?"
"Really."
Did I forget to mention it's ridiculously short? Yeah, well that.
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