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Mistakes and Misunderstandings	By : FakeSmilesAt18 Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1893 -:- 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. I do not own or make money from AFF. None of this holds any truth.

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Chapter Four: Coming Home

Without really knowing how I managed it, I bought a ticket to New York City – a redeye flight. As I sat on the plane, I looked at the last two years of my life and knew they’d been wasted. I had been hiding behind my sham of a “marriage”. A depression so deep, I’d never before felt its equal, hit me, and I stared broodingly out the window.

“Is this seat taken?” someone asked. I shook my head and heard them sit. “You seem sad.”

“Shove it,” I muttered gruffly.

Hot breath caressed my neck. “Where and when, Frank?” asked the stranger beside me. I snapped my head around, and my heart skipped a beat. Gerard.

It couldn’t be true. “G-Gee?”

“Frank,” he replied with one of his classic smiles. I reached out, and Gerard dissolved into thin air. What the –

“Sir?” Someone was shaking me. Cracking an eye open, I saw a smiling flight attendant; I must have been dreaming…damn it.

“Did we land?”

She nodded; her best professional smile was firmly in place. “About ten minutes ago, sir.”

I felt the heat in my face. ‘S-sorry.” I got up and made a hasty retreat from the plan. Once in the airport, I found a bank of payphones. Dropping in a handful of quarters, I dialed the first number that came to mind.

“Hello?” she asked after a couple of rings.

“Jamia Nestor?” Although, I knew it was her without having to ask.

“Who is this?”

With a deep breath, I said, “Frank…it’s Frankie.”

A long pause followed me – I thought she’d hung up. “What do you want?”

“I…I-I d-don’t know…I…I have no idea actually…” I sighed. “I-I shouldn’t have called…I’m s-sorry, this was stupid.”

I went to hang up, but she called, “Wait! Frank!” I put the phone back to my ear. “Where are you?”

“JFK International. I just got in from London.”

I could almost see her nodding as I spoke. “Ray had told me they’d seen you at the London concert last year.”

“Ray?”

She chuckled nervously. “Yeah. W-we started seeing each other after you left.” I smiled so big my cheeks hurt.

“That’s awesome, J! Really great,” I gushed sincerely, and I heard her sigh in relief.

“He’s…he’s my everything, Frankie,” she said in a dreamy voice. “I didn’t think love could feel like this.” I tried not to feel offended. “So…what have you been doing in London?” I felt a warmth in my stomach that hadn’t been there for awhile. I really had missed her…had missed all of them.

“Hiding,” I said softly. “Hey…w-would you have dinner with me? Would Ray mind?”

“That’d be nice. I’ll meet you…unless you’re coming to Jersey?”

“For a visit,” I said, “I can get a rental and pick you up…if you still live in the same place.”

“I do.”

“Cool…I’ll see you soon then.”

“All right. Bye, Frank.”

“Bye.”

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A few hours later, I parked on Jamia’s drive way. A wave of nostalgia hit me, and I knew I’d have to visit my mother later on – I hadn’t seen any of my family in over a year. They’d visited me in London a grand total of once; they had been trying to get me to end my self-imposed exile.

Knocking on the door, my heart began to pound. When Jamia opened up, I nearly fainted. “H-hey, J.”

She grinned. “Hey, yourself.” I was pulled into a fierce hug before another thing could be said; I sighed, finally content. “We’ve missed you so much, Frankie.”

I pulled out of her arms. “W-we?”

“Yeah,” a very male voice said from behind her, “we.” My heart stopped beating in my chest when the man of every one of my fantasies since…oh…puberty stepped out of the house.

“G-Gerard,” I choked and glared at Jamia – who had the nerve to grin at me. “I-I…I d-didn’t know you’d be here.”

My ex-lover grabbed my arm and yanked me into the dark domicile. “You wouldn’t have come if I had told you.” Gee had slipped back into the house, and it wasn’t until I was tugged into the living room that I got a good look at him. He had shorn his hair close to his head and dyed it white-blonde; he was even more gorgeous than I remembered. “Ray’s in the city visiting Mikey, and Bob is in Chicago with his family,” Jamia murmured soothingly as she released me from her grip. I relaxed a little – enough to sit down…across the room from my ex-bandmate. “Well…I’m going to hit the grocery store. I feel like making something for dinner instead of going out.” She leaned down and kissed my hair. “Lasagna okay?”

“Veggie-friendly?” I asked automatically.

She giggled. “Of course, weirdo.” Grabbing her purse, she blew a kiss to each of us. “You two hens have fun.” She then left me and Gerard-fucking-Way alone – just having him look at me had my ticker jumping.

Nearly ten minutes went by in a tension-filled silence; Gee stared at me expectantly, and I avoided as much eye contact as I could. “H-How was London?” he asked, and I could hear how he struggled to stay casual.

Laughing – albeit bitterly – I told him, “I got married to the lovelies Brit named Christian…had one of those civil ceremonies, you know…and two days ago, he admitted that he was cheating on me. Ironic, huh?”

Gerard looked stunned. “Jeez, Frank…I’m sorr –

“Don’t,” I interrupted; I burst into a peal of laughter that had a taste of madness to it. “I…I could really care less.”

“Y-your husband cheated on you, and you d-don’t care?”

I shrugged and finally looked into his gorgeous, disconcerting eyes. “It was all a sham.” I said softly. “Christian and I…we were trying to find something in each other that wasn’t there. He went elsewhere, and I…I came home.”

Gerard smirked. “Sounds familiar.” Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I went back to staring at everything –anything – besides him. “Frank…about that letter you left…”

“D-don’t,” I said, but it came out like a plea. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Y-you don’t have to say anything, Gee. No gentle letdowns required, okay?”

“But –

“Please, Way,” I begged, “just…drop the whole mess, all right? The past should just stay there.” Gerard nodded after a moment; an odd look encompassed his face. A long, awkward pause followed my words, and I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. I stood. “I-I’ll just go, okay? Tell Jamia I’ll call her later.” I stood – and hesitated…”I-it was good seeing you, G-Gerard. G-give my best to the guys.” I smiled at the man of my dreams and headed for the door.

“No!” Gerard yelled, and I felt him grip my arm, effectively stopping my departure. “Frank…don’t go.” I turned and found him less than an inch from my face. “Jamia will be pissed if she went to the store and bought all the veggie shit…and if you’re gone, she’ll take it out on me. Stay…for me.”

And just like that, I couldn’t go. “Fine, but just because you begged me.” I grinned at him cheekily, and the first Gerard-smile I’ve seen in years slipped across his face.

“Yeah, you wish, Iero,” he teased, and I couldn’t help but agree silently. “So…what else did you do in London?” We went back to the living room and this time, we sat together on the couch – with appropriate amount of space between us, obviously.

“Hid out and worked as a busboy at a local pub.”

“You didn’t start some awesome Brit band?”

I stiffened – the “guest guitarist” that had played with MCR in London still had my guitar. “No. My guitar…I-I left it behind.”

Gerard nodded; his pale cheeks were tinged pink. “I…I know. I-I’m sorry for letting Pete play it on the tour.”

“So that’s this name…the guy that replaced me.”

Gerard shook his head. “Pete’s just a stand-in. He’s a nice guy – a decent guitarist – but he can’t hold a candle to your skills.”

I couldn’t help but smile a little. “I have to admit,” I found myself confessing, “I miss playing. When I saw you in London, my hands literally ached for my guitar.”

“Well, I have my guitar…i-if you wanted to play for me…for old time’s sake.”

I knew I should say no – the logical, rational part of my brain was shrieking at me to refuse – but my hands and heart ached. “Sure, Gee, I’d love too.” Gerard’s smile was so brilliant, it almost hurt my eyes. He practically skipped from the room, giggling madly. When he came back, he was carrying a familiar hard-top guitar case and a small, portable amp. He opened the case to reveal Pansy – still in pristine condition. My heart jumped, and my hands shook as I stared at the Epiphone Elitist Les Paul Custom. “I…I thought you said you had your guitar…”

“This is my guitar. When you left, I saved it from the wrath of Michael James Way, and she and I bonded.” He laughed at the joke and handed her too me. “You look good like that, man,” he commented once I had her situated her onto my lap.

He plugged Pansy into the amp and stared at me; I took a deep breath and let my fingers strum a few random chords, remembering how to do this. After a few minutes, I found myself playing something…something familiar - it was my part of Helena. I looked up at Gerard, who was wide-eyed and nearly panting; I smirked at him and played out the rest of the song. I felt such an amazing rush playing Pansy again…and then Gerard was sitting beside me practically fucking moaning as I did so. I wasn’t surprised that by the end of the song I had a hard-on.

Without thinking it through, I grabbed the man beside me and crashed my lips into his.
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