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A/N- This is like nothing you've read before. Please, please, please read it all through before you judge it. It's really not what you think. I promise. Frank's POV. (Little Bundle of Joy will be updated soon.)



Warnings- Slash, language, and a surprising twist that's hard to resist.



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I remember the first time I ever laid eyes on her. I mean, how could I forget? Never, in all my twenty-four years on this Earth had I seen such a beautiful creature. I think was in love the second she caught my eyes and smiled.



It was only a split second, but when she stretched her thin pink lips into the sweetest smile she could've made, I think I died and went to Heaven. Just looking at her, I could tell we'd be the best of friends. But inside, I was really hoping that it would go farther than that. In other words, I wanted to be more than friends. Like, boyfriend and girlfriend.



I don't know when my crush on this beautiful woman transformed into something near obsession, but really, I could care less. Every time I saw her, mostly at the dinky little bars and clubs my band and I played at all the time, I'd stop and stare. And I'm pretty sure she noticed, because she's smile and wave at me. But I never made a move. If I fucked this up, she might never look at me again and I couldn't live with that.



It was at a party at my friend who I met through my indie record label, Mikey's, house that I actually gained the courage to talk to her. Now, you're all probably thinking that I was drunk and shit, but I wasn't. Iwas completely sober. I wouldn't have been, but...designated driver duties were assigned to me.



My friends suck.



Well, anyway, the house was cramped and dim and filled with smoke. The pounding bass of a random rap song reverberated through the place and I was being somewhat antisocial, wanting to talk to no one but the people Ialready knew. People were already drunk, their loud voices slurred over the music.



Making my way through the place, squeezing through the squirming masses, I was on the lookout for Mikey or my buddies Adam and Jake. That's when my eyes locked on her.



She was alone, sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. She was staring blankly into her cup, which was filled with what looked to be acarbonated brown liquid. I was gaping at her, because I'd never been that attracted to a woman before. Never.



Her black hair framed her pale face in glossy waves, coming down to just above her shoulders. Her eyes were sparkling and dancing, in abeautiful shade of hazel I could get lost in. She wasn't wearing much make-up with the exception of heavy eyeliner surrounding her eyes. Her body was thin, but she looked to be tall and sort of broad-shouldered. I didn't mind that, though.



She was still sexy as hell.



I mean, not only was her body gorgeous (No, I wasn't staring at her perfect round breasts. Not at all...), but she knew how to dress stylishly. A tight black shirt with a single red skull in the center, a black and red plaid shirt, red leggings, and cute black ballet shoes to finish it off.



She looked adorable, innocent, and sexy all at once. Amazing.



So, I sucked in a deep breath, sauntered over, and sat down right next to her. The look on her face was priceless. She was obviously surprised to see me, but she got over that in a few seconds and broke out into a wide smile that bared all her little, white teeth. Her teeth made her look more human and less like a goddess, but all the more demented.



I was enamored, already.



"Hey, I've seen you around a lot lately!" she shouted over the music. I was slightly surprised by her voice. It didn't sound like I expected it to... it was deep-ish and slightly nasal. I was not put off in the least bit.



"Yeah!" I answered loudly. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone?"



She kind of stared and then grabbed my hand, leaning forward to say in my ear, "It's too loud in here; I can't hear what you're saying. Follow me."



I think I shivered involuntarily because she grinned at me and tugged me off the couch, towards the back of the house. I was in a trance kind of, amazed that this woman was touching me...she was holding my hand, and while I'd like to say that I'm too manly to be excited by that, I'm really not, sadly enough.



When she let go of my hand, and I broke out of my reverie, we were standing on the back porch, all alone. I was a bit surprised by the fact that we were alone, but then I realized that everyone was out front being drunk and stupid. I laughed a little to myself, knowing that the cops were going to get called soon and that there'd be a lot of drug possession arrests.



It was quieter out here, the voices and the music muffled slightly. The summer night air was warm and breezy. There was a full moon out, and there was a dim light over the porch casting a glow on us. It was nice, being out here with such a pretty girl on such a beautiful night. And being sober just enhanced my senses and made this meeting all the better.



"So," she said sweetly, swaying slightly.



I smirked, "So."



She rolled her eyes and said, "I see you around a lot. I've actually been meaning to talk to you. You seem like an interesting guy."



I was a bit surprised, to be honest. "Me too. You...," I faltered slightly, looking into her shining eyes. "I'm Frank. Frank Iero."



"Frank," she said, as if tasting my name on her tongue. She quirked an eyebrow and smiled widely, "It's nice to finally put a name to such a cute face."



Blinking, I said, "Um, thank...you?"



"We're going to be great friends, Frank Iero," she said. "Or maybe more." And then, she winked at me. I was frozen for a second, just filled with surprise and generally unable to form words. She touched my arm and smiled again, before starting to walk away.



When she was a quite a distance, I snapped out of it long enough to yell, "Wait! I don't even know your name!"



She didn't stop walking, but she did turn slightly and yell over her shoulder, "Just call me Lily, Frankie-boy!" And then she disappeared out of my sight.



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The next time I saw her (Lily, I thought gleefully), was at a little coffee shop I frequent. I was so surprised to see her upon walking in that I kind of stopped short causing the person behind of me to run straight into me. I stumbled forward but managed to catch myself before I fell. Istraightened up and mumbled an apology to the angry looking man behind me, and looked up to see Lily staring straight at me.



She waved me over, and I motioned to the counter so I could buy some coffee (sweet, sweet coffee...). She nodded and smiled sweetly at me, going back to the drawing pad on the table on front of her. As I ordered and got my coffee, I couldn't help but be extremely happy that she was artistic.



She looked up when I slid into the chair across from her. Today she was wearing a simple white blouse over a cute little black skirt and flip-flops.



"Hey," I said with a smile on my face, "strange seeing you here."



Lily chuckled slightly and said, "We run into each other all over this town 'cause this town is so small. There's nowhere for me to hide from you." She grinned, adding coyly, "Not that I'd want to hide from you."



"You are the worst flirt ever," I laughed. "Sadly, it works on me 'cause I'm a hopeless romantic."



Lily cocked her head, "We should go out some time. Like, on a date."



My heart skipped a beat when she said that. This was so perfect. It was playing out wonderfully...and I didn't even do anything! She was attracted to me, which was of course a really, really good thing. I could actually cry, that's how happy I was.



I broke out of my shock quick enough to say, "Yes, definitely. I'd love to, for sure."



And then she shot me that gorgeous smile, "Wonderful. Here, let me give you my number."



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Everything escalated so fast after that. I knew I was in love with her, because time literally flew when I was with her. She was sweet, charming, adorable, sexy...perfect. I adored this woman with all my heart, and nothing would ever change that. We were soon going steady, and before I knew it, we had been going out for six months.



But the strangest thing about her was the lack of sex. She'd give me hand jobs or give me head, but when I tried to touch her or return the favor, she'd push me away and not continue until I promised to stop. I mean, yeah it hurt, but when I asked her about it she'd get quiet and clam up. And then I'd have to apologize and buy her dinner or something. I felt bad about it, I did, but what was I going to do? Tell her to stop pleasuring me just 'cause she wouldn't let me return the favor?



That just didn't make sense.



Plus, she was extremely talented, if you know what I'm saying.



Well, our relationship was going amazingly, I was in love, and I couldn't be happier. I was with the woman of my dreams. How in the world could I feel bad?



There was no way anything could go wrong. Oh, how wrong Iwas about this so-called perfect relationship.



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It was at midnight that my cell phone started to ring.



"Hello?" I answered.



"Yo, Frankie!" I smiled as I recognized my buddy Will's voice.



"What's up, bro?"



"Hey, man, you gotta get over to my place right now. We've got something to show you!"



I frowned slightly at his joyful tone, and asked, "What is it?"



"Get your ass over here, man! You're going to hate this!"



"Dude, just tell me-."



"Your girl is over here, man."



I sighed. He had me there. I had to come over now, even just to pick Lily up. I didn't want her over there, nothing good would come out of that. But that begged a different question: Lily hated Will. Why was she over Will's house, at midnight?



This is fucked up, I thought as I drove over to Will's.



This is way fucked up.



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The first thing I heard when I entered the house was a loud, blood-curdling scream. I froze, my eyes widening. I recognized that voice, Iknew that voice!



"Lily!" I shouted, running down the basement stairs as fast as I could.



The site that I was met with when I got to the basement was horrifying. My eyes were wide and I panted hard, tears pricking at my eyes. My "friends"Adam, Jake, Will...they were all holding Lily tightly, holding her down. She was crying and begging for them to stop, and the look on her face was one that of pure terror. She was struggling fiercely, trying so hard to break free.



And to my absolute horror, her clothes were shredded, barely covering her bra. Her legs were spread, being held apart by my ex-friends feet. Her skirt was the only thing covering her privates.



"Let her go!" I shouted angrily, lunging forward. I was caught and held by, to my surprise, my friend Mikey.



Mikey shook his head, regret shining in his tearful eyes, "I'm so sorry, Frank. I wouldn't have let this happen, but I didn't know."



"What are you even talkingabout?!!?" I screamed. "Let her GO!"



"Frank," Will said with a smirk, "this bitch isn't who you think she is. She isn't even a she."



I stopped struggling as Lily began to struggle harder. My eyes were wide and disbelieving, and I choked out, "You're lying. You have to be...you're lying."



But as I thought about it, it all made sense. The broad shoulders, the no sex, the big feet...I felt bile rise up in my throat as Iripped myself away from Mikey and went over to Lily. Not even saying anything, I ripped down her skirt and stared in horror and disgust at the bulge in her underwear.



"Oh, my God," I muttered, reaching down and feeling for myself. Lily was sobbing, begging for me to understand, and trying to apologize. I wouldn't listen. I couldn't listen. This was so wrong.



I was in love with a man.



Lily was a man.



A man.



And while I was disgusted, I still loved that beautiful...creature that had gone limp in their grip. She...hestared up at me, begging with her...hiseyes for forgiveness.



I shuddered, and then...I turned and ran.



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It took me two months to gain the courage to knock on Mikey's door. I don't know how it happened, but it turns out that Lily and Mikey are brothers.



Lily moved back home with his mom and Mikey after I found out about his secret. I still don't know his real name, so I just refer to him as Lily. And I've got to be honest. I still love Lily, with everything I have.



It took me two months to realize how badly I missed her, Imean him.



So, there I was. I pounded on the door, and stepped back as I heard a familiar voice say tiredly, "Coming, I'm coming." I felt the same excitement when I heard he-his voice that I used to. My heart beat accelerated and my breathing grew erratic. Everything I planned out to say was completely gone from my head now.



And then, the door opened.



There was Lily standing in front of me, but it was him in his true form. He wore a t-shirt and baggy jeans, and a ratty pair of Converse. His hair was the same length, only now it was mussed and knotty. He was just as beautiful as I remember.



"W-what are you doing here, Frank?" he asked, casting his eyes downward. I looked at him with a sadness flooding through me, and Isighed.



"Can I come in?" I asked. "I need to talk to you."



He shrugged, refusing to meet my gaze. "If you've come to hurt me, you can just go, Frank. Your friends already took care of that."



I reaching over and pulled his chin up, forcing him to look me in the eye, "What do you mean, Lil-what do I call you now?"



He scuffed his toe on the ground and said softly, "I was born Gerard, Gerard Way. Come in, Frank."



I followed him inside, letting him lead me into the living room where he sat down and motioned for me to sit down too. I did, and just watched him stare at the ground and shift uncomfortably. He wrung his hands together, and bit his lip hard, before meeting my eyes.



"Did you come here to call me names or hurt me?"



I shook my head, my eyes widening. "What did they do to you, Li-...Gerard?"



He lowered his head and murmured, "They put in the hospital, Frank. They hurt me, and called me a freak. But that's what I am, right? A freak. A fucking faggot freak."



"I-I'm so sorry, Li-...Gerard. I'm so sorry. I just...," my voice trailed off and I lowered my head in shame. "I didn't expect you to be...a guy. I mean, how does someone react to that? Were you even going to tell me?"



"I planned to," he said, his voice raising an octave. "I just didn't know how!"



I let out a sigh, and said, "I miss you."



"I miss you too," he said after a moment of silence. "I still love you."



"I don't love you anymore," I whispered truthfully. "You're a man, and I'm not gay."



Gerard began to cry as I said that. Without thinking, Ipulled him into my arms and sighed.



"This is going to work. I'm sorry. I just had to have closure."



And then, I pulled away and walked out of his life forever, leaving him crying on the couch. Mikey walked into the hallway just as I was leaving and called my name, but I ignored him. I walked out and burst into tears just as I walked into my apartment.



I read about Gerard's suicide in the obituaries a week later. I didn't go to his funeral.



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A/N- I hope you were surprised. Sorry. I really thought he wouldn't die. Oops. REVIEW!

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