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Freak	By : EmilyRose Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Narrator’s POV.

To Gerard, the chances of him being kissed, were almost nil. In his head, the chances were bigger, that two hundred umbrellas would suddenly during a rainy day jump from their owners hands and start singing ‘it’s raining men’ while having six surprised but blissful petunias doing back flips to the chorus. Safe to say, Gerard thought his chances of ever being kissed were small.

But fate does have a funny way of popping up where least expected and say ‘you never thought this would happen huh?’ in a mocking tone. That was exactly how Gerard felt when he and Frank kissed for the third time that evening. Again it was soft, and again their lips were barely touching. But it was perfect, simply, because it was so unexpected, and completely against the odds.

“What now?” Gerard asked, unsure, after he and Frank broke the kiss again. Frank let his hands leave Gerard’s hair, and instead they ran down Gerard’s arms until they reached his hands. Then they entwined with Gerard’s slightly bigger hands.

“We take it as it comes, slowly.” Frank said simply, meaning every word. This was the most perfect moment in Frank’s life, he didn’t want to ruin it. He didn’t want to ruin what he and Gerard had by rushing things along. Gerard pondered for a moment over Frank’s words, but nodded after a while. He knew little about relationships, so he figured it was best to let Frank take the lead.

Unfortunately, that perfect moment had to be cut short, when Mikey shouted down the stairs ‘Are you still kissing or can mum and I come downstairs, we ordered pizza!’. Frank blushed, and Gerard probably would’ve blushed, but due to some lack of social skills, he didn’t understand that the situation was a bit embarrassing.

Frank gave Gerard a goofy smile before he pecked his cheek and squeezed his hands a little.

“Yeah, we’re done.” Frank shouted back at Mikey.

Frank’s POV.

Normally a slow pace in a relationship would annoy me. Normally I would suggest sex after just a few weeks, but this was different. Gerard and I, were different. After two weeks of ‘going out’ all we had done was pecking, and holding hands. But we were at complete ease anyway. I knew that after what Gerard had been through, he wouldn’t be ready for anything more right now.

“Frank, I can’t fix it, I can’t do it right!” I heard Gerard cry suddenly from the kitchen. I was in the living room, reading a book, and Gerard had been peacefully drawing in the kitchen. I put my book down quickly when I heard the tone in his voice and left my spot on the couch.

“Frank, IT WON’T WORK!” He shouted just as I reached the doorway. I barged through it and saw Gerard sitting on a kitchen chair, a piece of paper in front of him and his fists clenched tightly at the sides of it. As I made my way over to him, I saw that he had actually clenched his fists so tightly that he had snapped the pencil in two.

“Shh, calm down Gee.” I soothed as I let my hands close around his fists. I made him move his chair out a bit from the table so that I could claim a spot in his lap. “Tell me what’s wrong.” I ushered as I felt his hands relax under mine. He didn’t answer, he just wrapped his arms around my waist in a hug, so I let my arms wrap around his shoulders and he buried his face in my chest.

“I can’t get the picture right.” He mumbled against my chest, as my hands rubbed his back. I knew by now, that Gerard still had his outbursts, even if they did occur less and less frequent. The past two weeks, he had only had three major snaps, and five small ones.

“Show me.” I whispered and put my hands at the sides of his head and made him look at me. He nodded and we turned towards the paper in front of us on the table.

I gasped when I saw it. It was a perfect picture of my guitar. I couldn’t believe it, that he had spent so much time (because he must’ve) on drawing my guitar. My white old guitar, that I had brought with me from my house a week ago when I went there to collect more of my stuff. But I did see what had made him angry. Since my guitar was so old, it had a long crack on the body, and Gerard couldn’t get the shape right.

I picked up a piece of his pencil and pressed the tip to the paper, and drew the crack - much sloppier then Gerard, but it gave him something to go after. After that I put the pencil back down and smiled at him, only to see him smiling back at me.

“I’m sorry, shouldn’t gave been angry.” He said, but I shrugged in response.

“It’s alright Gee, I know you’re trying.”

And he was, he was trying really, really hard. He told me that, the night after we kissed for the first time. He told me he was so afraid of what I’d think of him, that he always tried not to get angry, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. I had told him, that I didn’t care what he did, that he would still mean just as much to me, and it had calmed him down a little, but he was still trying.

“I think we should kiss now.” Gerard said and his smile got wider as I laughed. He did that, when he thought we should kiss. He was still too insecure to just kiss me for no reason, but he sure as hell wasn’t too insecure to ask me to kiss him, or say ‘in a situation like this, I think we’re supposed to kiss’.

Of course I had yet to deny him a kiss, so I slowly leaned in and pressed my lips to his. Again I felt a million butterflies coming to life inside me, and my mind went crazy. It was like it was our first kiss, all over again. I always felt like that when we kissed, always. And I loved it.

It was so easy, when sitting like that, to forget about everything around us. To forget that he had an illness. To forget that I had no real home (though Mrs. Way always reprimanded me when I mentioned that, saying this was my real home now), that I was fucked up. It was so easy, to just think ‘I’m sitting in the arms of my boyfriend, and we’re perfect’.

Narrator’s POV.

Donna Way, had never been more happy, then when she had walked down the stairs one evening to see Frank and Gerard kissing and crying on her couch. She had grinned from ear to ear, and slowly walked back upstairs, making sure to not let them know about her presence. Up there she ran into a boy, with a smile matching her own.

She had pulled her youngest son into his room and told him to spill. Mikey did, he explained that Gerard was in love with Frank, and that Frank liked him back. Donna had then made a little skip where she was standing and she cried out silently “I can’t believe my little Gerard is kissing!”

Of course those words made Mikey smile even wider, since he hadn’t known that the boys downstairs were kissing. He and his mother embraced each other, both extremely happy about what was happening downstairs. Never in their wildest dreams had they been able to imagine anything like it. That Gerard would finally find someone who liked him, flaws and everything.

It mattered little, to either of them, that it was a boy he was kissing. As long as Gerard was happy, it didn’t matter. Because they both agreed, that Gerard deserved all the happiness in the world.

Over the two weeks that had passed since that night, Donna had never once felt anything but happiness about Frank and Gerard’s relationship. She had decided, that she would take Frank to the side soon and talk to him about the ‘seriousness’ of their relationship. In other words - sex. Donna was aware of the fact that she had forgotten to have a ‘sex talk’ with Gerard, and she felt Frank deserved to know that. She also intended on actually having the ‘sex talk’ with her 21 year old son with the thought ‘better late then never’ floating around in her mind.

At the moment though, she was doing nothing of the kind, as she was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, watching the two boys in love kissing at the table. She felt a silent tear of happiness glide down her cheek as she witnessed the innocence and love in front of her.

She silently walked backwards, not letting her presence become known by the two kissing boys. All Donna ever wanted for her two sons, was happiness, and finally it seemed that her oldest had found it, after a lifelong struggle.

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A/N:

This will be long, but yeah..

Thanks again for all the nice reviews, really, they make my day!
I know that in most fics, Gerard does draw, but I've never read one where he draws Frank's guitar, instead of Frank. xD
So score to me for some originality haha!
The last part about Mrs. Way wasn't planned, but before I wrote it the chapter seemed to be too short.

I think the next few chapters, will be mostly to show the boys relationship and how it evolves, it feels like throwing a deep plot into the mix right now might wreck it. Having said that, I still have some surprises up my sleeves, and in no way will it be boring.

Btw, this story will never contain any of the following:

1. Frank/Gerard cheating on the other and the other going: "ZOMG, bastard, I shall never forgive you!" and then they break up for three parts and then they both cry and go "buhuhu I can't live without youuu." and make up.

2. Frank/Gerard being randomly stabbed, ending up at the hospital and then the nice nurse there (who just happens to be a fan) promises to let them stay in the same bed.

3. An ex-boyfriend showing up on the doorstep going "but, I wants you bak, lyke now!" and Frank going "le zomg, me is confused, what to do?" and then breaking up with Gerard for two weeks, OR Frank's ex kisses him and Gerard sees it and is all like "ZOMG, how could you? buhuhuhu" and Frank's like "But it's not what it seeems..."

4. Gerard suddenly being all oversexual and going "my boy, we must le seckz each other with this fakecock"

5. One or both of them first being cheated on, then being stabbed, then being attacked by stray dogs and finally buried alive in cous-cous in the same chapter - simply, because that just doesn't happen to people.

Sorry if you wished one of the scenarios above to happen, or if you think I've ruined the plot or whatever. But seriously, if you thought my story would contain that anyway, you're lost xD
Besides, I've got a plot, a good one, but I won't tell you what it is!! *sticks tongue out*
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