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Gentle. It was very...gentle. He didn't know how this other person sensed his apprehension or inexperience, but he had, and now he was dealing with it as if it was the most fragile thing in this world. Gerard didn't make the first move- Frank did. Gerard let Frank kiss him. He saw the other boy leaning in, saw him hesitate then continue when Gerard moved foreward slightly, watched the sleepy eyes close. His own vision darkened after that and he felt the cool, firm texture of another mouth on his. Something about kissing must be instinctual- Gerard assumed it had to be. He had never kissed or been kissed, never fooled around with another

"Whoa, check out the new kid." Ray nudged me in the ribcage and after whacking him on the arm, I turned. A talk boy with shaggy dark hair, pale skin, big, scared-looking eyes and a lollipop jammed firmly in his mouth walked past our table, lunch tray in hand. He looked for a place to sit but nobody seemed to be offering. "You think we should ask him to sit with us?" I muttered, transfixed by the way he moved the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other without using his hands. He caught me looking at him and smiled shyly. I looked away. Ray groaned. "Frank! You aren't crushing on this guy are you? He's a total weirdo!" "No…"

 Sweat poured from every single pore on his body. Drenching his tight, black clothing and dripping off the edges of his long black hair. The stage had to be a million degrees, or so he thought. Thousands of fans screamed, reaching a pitch so deafening, everything seemed to go numb. Gerard turned his back to the audience observing the other band members. Bob, so involved with his endless drumming, did not look back. His blonde hair dripping much like the observer. Mikey and Ray were simultaneously body banging to the beat screaming from the amps and microphones. And then there was Frankie, a stupid grin plastered on his face. His hazel eyes sp

     The night was cold. Every breeze that crept through the crevices of the tour bus tortured his shivering frame. Wrapped in blankets up to his strong, slightly pointed chin, little Frankie Iero shuddered at every chill creeping its way up his spine. Whether from the cold itself or the thoughts passing through his mind, he wasn’t sure. The darkness of the bunks themselves rivaled that of the icy stillness in the air. He was never a fan of the dark. Snores echoed through the small hallway, probably those of Ray, disturbing the eerie silence of nighttime. Frank peered out of the small curtains isolating him from

The amazing thing about this was that it came in a moment of utter spontaneity. It didn’t occur in a burst of passion or a blaze of romance. It wasn’t out of unspoken and unrequited love, and it wasn’t achieved surreptitiously-  actually, it was very, very blunt. They were lying on their stomachs, not moving to the point where they could feel the dull pound of their hearts in their bellies. The movie they were mindlessly glued to delved into the random (but expected) eight-and-a-half minute boy-on-girl saliva swap. There was about ten to fifteen seconds where neither of them said anything, and after that time passed, the mome

“Mama, we all go to hell…” Every eye in the stadium was on Gerard as he strutted around like a maniac. He was one of the only people on earth who could pull off looking both amazingly sexy and mentally deranged at the same time. His “dancing” was jerky, like a malfunctioning robot, but in a strange way he was the epitome of grace. His voice was the perfect mixture of heaven and hell; the man was a walking contradiction. The way he swung his hips; the sheer audacity of the hand in his skin-tight jeans…The only other performer who’d ever been able to pull a stunt like that was Elvis, and he was dead and gone.

                                    Frank's POV      A crashing boom echoed outside the tour bus, jolting me back to full consciousness when I had been so close to sleep.  My heart banged against my ribs, and the black-purple sky cracked open in a blinding bolt. The clouds rumbled threateningly overhead. Not to mention it was fucking cold; the bunk I was in felt like an autopsy table in a morgue, despite the covers and sheets that surrounded me.      As I inhaled another icy breath, I could hear my lungs rattle from the fear that so childishly resided in my heart. My eyes stung, w

                                                  Gerard's P.O.V I glanced at the clock as I made my way through the cramped kitchenette of the tour bus; 3:29 a.m, it read. I sighed. Frank was trailing behind me like the caboose of a train, exhousted out of his mind. I stopped to open a shoddy cupboard for a mug. When I did, I felt the force of a small body impact the middle of my back. It stu

 The bottle clutched tightly in his hand, pale skin clashed morbidly with the green tint that the container held. Eyes glazed over, he sat on the edge of the wall of the park. Stars glistened overhead; twinkling brightly, slightly drowned by the artificial lights the lamps gave off. They were scattered all around the park, but they were so dim and unkempt it looked almost trashy. Gerard let out a drunken laugh; New Jersey, the state that tried to make themselves look pretty but always wound up being too lazy to actually keep up the maintenance. Lifting the bottle to his lips and closing his eyes against the sweet burn at the back of his thr