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Freak	By : EmilyRose Category: My Chemical Romance > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3918 -:- 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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A/N: xXBrokenxRosesXx, you always seem to be lurking around my fics, commenting and such, and it makes me happy in my pants everytime!!! ;)
And thanks to everyone else who commented, they make me mucho happy!!!

Narrator’s POV.

Frank is a boy with many dreams. He dreams about meeting Mr. Right, he dreams about being loved, and he dreams about being famous. What not many people know, is that Frank has the desire to entertain, to stand on stage, to scream his heart out and let his soul shine out through his guitar.

Of course, people knows he plays the guitar, but that’s all they know. They don’t know that when Frank’s sad, he plays the guitar to feel better. They don’t know that he refuses to sell hit guitar, even if it might give him enough money to get his own apartment.

To Frank, life isn’t worth living without his guitar.

Frank also has the dream to be accepted for who he is, something that never seems to come true. Not many people knows that Frank pretends to be someone he’s not. Mikey is the one that truly knows Frank. Well, almost knows him. He doesn’t know that Frank has tried to kill himself several times. He doesn’t know that to Frank, there simply is no happy ending. There is no such thing as true love.

Frank accepted that long ago, and has learnt to live with it. Now he just goes through day after day without any enthusiasm. He eats, he drinks, he meets people, he showers, he… well, lets just say it’s all done without any real emotions.

In one sentence: Frank is hollow.

It has been a long time since Frank felt much about anything. The only thing he really feels is hate. Hate for his mother, for his father, for his friends that only spend time with Frank when they’re all high and/or drunk. Of course he also hates himself, it’s kind of a package isn’t it?

Each morning he wakes up without a thought of hope, without a dream of a happy life. He hates that too. Frank is filled with hate. The only person he truly loves is Mikey. And he will always love Mikey, simply because Mikey has always been there for him. Mikey is his best friend, and he will always be in his heart.

The thought that passes through Frank’s head the most is ‘Why me?’. A thought that to him has been harder and harder to think since he met Gerard. He used to think his life was the worst, that no one could have it harder. But spending time with Gerard opened his eyes. Becoming friends with the shy, quiet brother of Mikeys might be the best thing that has ever happened to Frank.

Frank’s POV.

People who say they don’t like kids movies are stupid. Or they are lying. Kids movies are the best, and Chicken Run is no exception. It’s an easy movie to watch, because you don’t really have to think that much. And all I can think about is my life, or my lack of one. I know I have to get a job, and an apartment, seeing as I can’t stay with Mikey for the rest of my life. I lied to him, telling him I had somewhere to go after this weekend was over, but I really don’t. I’m planning on staying in my car, that’ll do. My things are still at my mum‘s she just said ‘pick the shit up as soon as you can‘ before shoving me out the door.

“Frank, hello?” Mikey asked suddenly and I snapped out of my thoughts. As I did so I noticed both Mikey and Gerard staring at me worriedly and soon I realised why.

I was crying, something I hadn’t even noticed. I laughed nervously and started drying off my cheeks.

“I was just thinking.” I muttered as I still tried to laugh away the matter. Mikey sighed but let it go, seeing as he’d known me long enough to tell I didn’t want to talk about it. Of course Gerard wasn’t thinking in the same way.

“Are you sad?” He asked and I shook my head, trying again to indicate I didn’t want to talk about it.

“Why are you crying?” This time Gerard climbed up onto the couch and sat next to me, and I nervously scooted away from him a bit.

“Gerard, leave him alone.” Mikey said and I mentally thanked him. I really couldn’t handle talking about this now.

“Frank, why you sad?” Gerard said and now I could hear the distress in his voice, he was genuinely worried about me, and he couldn’t understand that I didn’t want to talk. I was too tired to fight it anymore, so I buried my face in my hands and let the tears run freely.

“I have nowhere to go, my mum kicked me out, I have no friends and no money, and I have to live in my car, and I’m a fuck up and I’m so miserable.” I ranted on between sobs. I figured, that if Gerard trusted me, I had to trust him. So with all my secret thoughts spilled, I continued crying, because there was no stopping now.

I heard a noise, and it turned out to be Mikey getting up from the couch. He walked over to me, put a hand on my shoulder and whispered: “I’ll be in my room” and then he left. In my mind I thanked him for being so understanding, for seeing that I wasn’t ready for him to know everything just yet.

“I’m miserable too.” Gerard said when my flood of tears had subsided. I nodded my head and ran a hand through my short hair.

“I know Gee, I know.” I sighed and dried away all remaining traces of tears from my cheeks. It’s weird, how you can open up to someone you’ve only just started talking too, but I guess that’s his charm. We’ve known each other for years, but we have never really talked before.

“I wish myself away sometimes.” He whispered, and I glanced over at him. He sat there on the couch, with his arms wrapped around his legs, hugging them tightly to his chest. His eyes were filled with tears also, and I almost laughed. What a sight we must be. Two young boys sitting on a couch, not touching each other, and both looking incredibly miserable. It felt like a sad song written by some loser in his mothers basement.

But it wasn’t, it was real life, and we were really sitting there, both being miserable but for different reasons.

A/N:
If there is ever any grammar or any spelling mistakes in the things Gerard says, it's deliberate to show that he sometimes has issues forming sentences when he's upset or worried.

Hope you like this chapter, some more background information for you.

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