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Don't Cry
9 Reviews“Frank… don’t cry please!” Frank suffers so much in his life, and all Gerard can do is beg him to stop crying. [One-shot Frerard]
Don’t Cry - (Frerard)
“Are you okay kid?” he asked me shyly.
“N-no…” I pointed to my knee.
“I’ll get my mom. She’s a nurse. She can fix it for you.” He called his mom and she came over with a tissue and a band-aid. “By the way… I’m Gerard.”
“I-I’m Frank…” I said with a tear rolling down my face.
“Please don’t cry Frank.” He gave me his hand and I smiled.
“Wanna play with me now…?” I asked him, wide-eyed.
“Okay. I would love to.”
And we ran off to the swing set. This was when he was nine and I was seven. It was a meeting that I would never forget for the rest of my life. We were both young and innocent, with nothing in mind but friendship.
“Stop crying Frankie!”
He himself cried for me when I was told that the girl I liked was going to be moving away. He hated to see me in pain. I found out that he and I went to the same school together and he had been my best friend ever since, even though there was an age difference of two years.
“Please stop crying Frank…”
Gerard said to me when it was his graduation. I would be losing my best and only friend, just because he had to venture off into middle school without me. We always continued to talk on the phone and meet up with each other at our houses, but it was never the same in school without him. He always stood up for me when they bullied me on the playground, and I would never forget that.
“Frankie… don’t cry.” He begged me.
It was the last day of my first year of high school and I wasn’t coming back. I got expelled, over something stupid and insignificant, while there were entire groups of kids who got away with smoking dope and bringing guns to school. Gerard refused to cry, but in his eyes I only saw sadness. This was only in Grade Nine.
“Frank… don’t cry please!” he asked me pleadingly.
This was after I found out my mother had been kidnapped, raped and killed, when she was going out to get some medicine for me because I was sick in bed. Luck was not on my side at all. Gerard was there with me every step of the way though. From the phone call to the funeral, he was by my side, unwilling to leave, even for the slightest thing.
“I’m so sorry Frankie… don’t cry…” he apologized.
Confessing my love for him was the hardest thing to do ever. I had known I’d love this boy for so long, but finally when I came to face my inner demons, he was going out with some girl. I swear I cried for weeks, until she finally broke up with him. It broke his heart, but he came crawling back to me, and that’s when I found love. It never crossed my mind that Gerard would be gay.
“Stop your crying Frankie babe… Everything’s okay now.”
He comforted me when my dad kicked me out of the house for being gay and with Gerard. Gerard offered his house to me and his parents gladly took me in after learning of the situation. There were some complications with it, but they loved me like my father never had. Gerard’s brother Mikey was one year older than me, but it was like I had never seen him in my life before. Being close to Gerard now, was easy.
“I hate seeing you cry Frankie.” He pouted.
I cried because Gerard was moving away to art school in New York. It was his dream to become a comic book artist and I didn’t want to be a burden and stop him. He always said he would come back, but he didn’t. I eventually got over him, with time. That was until years later, when I was reminded of him at a nearby concert.
“Don’t cry Frank.” He soothed me.
I hadn’t seen him in years, and I was crying tears of joy. I told him that, but he didn’t seem to buy it. He could see right through my act, and the sadness in my hazel eyes. He always had the ability to see my emotions, and know exactly how I would react. I couldn’t help but cry when I was around him. I just couldn’t help it.
“Please Frank! Don’t cry!”
I cried when they asked me to be in their band. I cried because I remember back when we were in high school and I played in the same band. My Chemical Romance. It was always my dream to be in a band with my best friends and tour the world and make it big. I never wanted to do any of it for the money or the fame, and Gerard shared that same opinion with me. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, only to have more of my tears flow down because I was reminded of our past love.
“I’m sorry Frank… I just don’t like seeing you cry. Please don’t.”
I saw a tear flow down his ivory skin, staining his Black Flag t-shirt. Jamia, my girlfriend of almost five years had been caught cheating on me. Mikey told Gerard that he and Alicia saw Jamia with another guy while I was still on tour with the guys and Mikey and Alicia were having their honeymoon back home. It crushed my heart, but Gerard managed to find all the pieces and sew them back together, one by one. Little did he know, that my heart really did belong to him the entire time.
“Frank, fucking, Iero! Stop crying!” Gerard yelled to the audience.
Hundreds of fans scream when he said it, and the only reason I cried was because Gerard had planted a long, heated kiss on my lips. It was violent, but nonetheless, meaningless to him. But to me, that was my world. He made me feel like I was in complete and total ecstasy when he did little things like that. I always tried to convince myself it was for the fans, but my heart always told me that he loved me, and that I would always love him.
“Frankie…” he looked into my eyes, “Please… what’s the matter? Don’t cry baby.”
He comforted me back on the tour bus when he found me crying myself to sleep in my bunk that was below his. He claimed that he couldn’t sleep, and that when he heard my sobs, he knew that it was me immediately. We sat in the dark in the tiny space, and he took my hand in his. He made me rest my head against his chest, and I could hear his strong, beautiful heartbeat, going so strongly. He stroked my head lovingly, and placed little kisses everywhere, but he was probably just being a good friend.
“Don’t cry Frankie.”
He whispered into my ear one night at our hotel. We had to share a room, and there was only one bed because Ray wanted to save us some money. I didn’t mind to be truthful, having Gerard’s semi-naked body next to mine all night. I don’t know how he knew I was crying, but I was, and I felt the dampness in my pillow. He whispered that same phrase to me all night, over and over until I finally was able to sleep.
“Why are you crying Frankie?” He asked me.
This was one night after a concert. He caught me crying in the bathroom backstage, and we had to be back on the bus. He was the one sent out to look for me that night, and I was thankful for it. I finally had to let it out that I fucking loved him and always had. I told him that night, and he gave me a tight hug. He wiped my tears with his jacket and we shared a real kiss for the first time, after almost ten years since high school.
“You’re not gonna cry anymore… right Frankie?”
“No Gerard. I’m not.”
“I love you Frankie.”
“I love you Gerard.”
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Basically... I just got bored today and I ended up writing this sweet little one shot. I can't really think for my stories right now so I was just letting ideas get out of my head and stuff. I have a really awesome idea for a long fiction but I'm not gonna start it yet cause I'm probably gonna get behind on It's Not The Life It Seems and I have to add one more chapter to Break Me or Take Me to end it finally. So anyways kidss... I hoped you liked this. It's kinda tragic but cute and... fluffy. Rate & Review ~?
x's and oh's,
~Rayy
“Are you okay kid?” he asked me shyly.
“N-no…” I pointed to my knee.
“I’ll get my mom. She’s a nurse. She can fix it for you.” He called his mom and she came over with a tissue and a band-aid. “By the way… I’m Gerard.”
“I-I’m Frank…” I said with a tear rolling down my face.
“Please don’t cry Frank.” He gave me his hand and I smiled.
“Wanna play with me now…?” I asked him, wide-eyed.
“Okay. I would love to.”
And we ran off to the swing set. This was when he was nine and I was seven. It was a meeting that I would never forget for the rest of my life. We were both young and innocent, with nothing in mind but friendship.
“Stop crying Frankie!”
He himself cried for me when I was told that the girl I liked was going to be moving away. He hated to see me in pain. I found out that he and I went to the same school together and he had been my best friend ever since, even though there was an age difference of two years.
“Please stop crying Frank…”
Gerard said to me when it was his graduation. I would be losing my best and only friend, just because he had to venture off into middle school without me. We always continued to talk on the phone and meet up with each other at our houses, but it was never the same in school without him. He always stood up for me when they bullied me on the playground, and I would never forget that.
“Frankie… don’t cry.” He begged me.
It was the last day of my first year of high school and I wasn’t coming back. I got expelled, over something stupid and insignificant, while there were entire groups of kids who got away with smoking dope and bringing guns to school. Gerard refused to cry, but in his eyes I only saw sadness. This was only in Grade Nine.
“Frank… don’t cry please!” he asked me pleadingly.
This was after I found out my mother had been kidnapped, raped and killed, when she was going out to get some medicine for me because I was sick in bed. Luck was not on my side at all. Gerard was there with me every step of the way though. From the phone call to the funeral, he was by my side, unwilling to leave, even for the slightest thing.
“I’m so sorry Frankie… don’t cry…” he apologized.
Confessing my love for him was the hardest thing to do ever. I had known I’d love this boy for so long, but finally when I came to face my inner demons, he was going out with some girl. I swear I cried for weeks, until she finally broke up with him. It broke his heart, but he came crawling back to me, and that’s when I found love. It never crossed my mind that Gerard would be gay.
“Stop your crying Frankie babe… Everything’s okay now.”
He comforted me when my dad kicked me out of the house for being gay and with Gerard. Gerard offered his house to me and his parents gladly took me in after learning of the situation. There were some complications with it, but they loved me like my father never had. Gerard’s brother Mikey was one year older than me, but it was like I had never seen him in my life before. Being close to Gerard now, was easy.
“I hate seeing you cry Frankie.” He pouted.
I cried because Gerard was moving away to art school in New York. It was his dream to become a comic book artist and I didn’t want to be a burden and stop him. He always said he would come back, but he didn’t. I eventually got over him, with time. That was until years later, when I was reminded of him at a nearby concert.
“Don’t cry Frank.” He soothed me.
I hadn’t seen him in years, and I was crying tears of joy. I told him that, but he didn’t seem to buy it. He could see right through my act, and the sadness in my hazel eyes. He always had the ability to see my emotions, and know exactly how I would react. I couldn’t help but cry when I was around him. I just couldn’t help it.
“Please Frank! Don’t cry!”
I cried when they asked me to be in their band. I cried because I remember back when we were in high school and I played in the same band. My Chemical Romance. It was always my dream to be in a band with my best friends and tour the world and make it big. I never wanted to do any of it for the money or the fame, and Gerard shared that same opinion with me. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, only to have more of my tears flow down because I was reminded of our past love.
“I’m sorry Frank… I just don’t like seeing you cry. Please don’t.”
I saw a tear flow down his ivory skin, staining his Black Flag t-shirt. Jamia, my girlfriend of almost five years had been caught cheating on me. Mikey told Gerard that he and Alicia saw Jamia with another guy while I was still on tour with the guys and Mikey and Alicia were having their honeymoon back home. It crushed my heart, but Gerard managed to find all the pieces and sew them back together, one by one. Little did he know, that my heart really did belong to him the entire time.
“Frank, fucking, Iero! Stop crying!” Gerard yelled to the audience.
Hundreds of fans scream when he said it, and the only reason I cried was because Gerard had planted a long, heated kiss on my lips. It was violent, but nonetheless, meaningless to him. But to me, that was my world. He made me feel like I was in complete and total ecstasy when he did little things like that. I always tried to convince myself it was for the fans, but my heart always told me that he loved me, and that I would always love him.
“Frankie…” he looked into my eyes, “Please… what’s the matter? Don’t cry baby.”
He comforted me back on the tour bus when he found me crying myself to sleep in my bunk that was below his. He claimed that he couldn’t sleep, and that when he heard my sobs, he knew that it was me immediately. We sat in the dark in the tiny space, and he took my hand in his. He made me rest my head against his chest, and I could hear his strong, beautiful heartbeat, going so strongly. He stroked my head lovingly, and placed little kisses everywhere, but he was probably just being a good friend.
“Don’t cry Frankie.”
He whispered into my ear one night at our hotel. We had to share a room, and there was only one bed because Ray wanted to save us some money. I didn’t mind to be truthful, having Gerard’s semi-naked body next to mine all night. I don’t know how he knew I was crying, but I was, and I felt the dampness in my pillow. He whispered that same phrase to me all night, over and over until I finally was able to sleep.
“Why are you crying Frankie?” He asked me.
This was one night after a concert. He caught me crying in the bathroom backstage, and we had to be back on the bus. He was the one sent out to look for me that night, and I was thankful for it. I finally had to let it out that I fucking loved him and always had. I told him that night, and he gave me a tight hug. He wiped my tears with his jacket and we shared a real kiss for the first time, after almost ten years since high school.
“You’re not gonna cry anymore… right Frankie?”
“No Gerard. I’m not.”
“I love you Frankie.”
“I love you Gerard.”
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Basically... I just got bored today and I ended up writing this sweet little one shot. I can't really think for my stories right now so I was just letting ideas get out of my head and stuff. I have a really awesome idea for a long fiction but I'm not gonna start it yet cause I'm probably gonna get behind on It's Not The Life It Seems and I have to add one more chapter to Break Me or Take Me to end it finally. So anyways kidss... I hoped you liked this. It's kinda tragic but cute and... fluffy. Rate & Review ~?
x's and oh's,
~Rayy
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