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I sat on a chair, holding my glass of expensive champagne, sitting under a tent in a park, back home in Jersey. This was my wedding day. Just moments ago, I had sworn my life, ‘till death did us part, to Jamia, my longtime fiancée. Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Bob Bryar, Ray Toro, along with the Bouncing Souls and a handful of my closest friends and family had been there to take part in this sacrament that bonded us two forever. I stared down at my right hand, noticing my tattoo of a heart, with her name in it. For a moment I realized that this was forever. Everything was forever. I couldn’t go back and change it now. Life just had to go on.

The band had finally decided to take a much-needed break after our extremely lengthy two year Black Parade tour. We all got a month or so to go back home and settle down, only to have to do our farewell tour starting late March. I was excited to write the new record because it would just be the guys and me again, in a studio, doing what we loved to do so much. There would be no Lyn-Z or Jamia or Alicia to disturb us. We could just be ourselves.

Everyday I would pick up one of my guitars, and just play my heart out for people. Sometimes even when I was alone, I would just play to let my feelings out. Jamia didn’t mind the least bit, but she often asked me what I was singing about or who I was singing about. Constantly, I would lie to her saying that each and every lyric was for her when in truth Gerard had my heart.

I don’t know why I was still attracted to Gerard. We had been over it a million times and we knew we couldn’t be together. Gerard had gotten married back in Fall ’07 to Lyn-Z of Mindless Self Indulgence. I, now being a married man, was already having thoughts of Gerard and was barely married for even a few hours! Oh god… What a great husband I am…

Going back into the party and refilling my glass, I attempted to mingle with everyone. I spotted Gerard and damn did he look handsome in his black tux with his hair combed back and gelled to perfection. He was over there along with Mikey, saying congratulations to Jamia, giving each other hugs and talking some more. Then I just wished I were she, being able to so freely speak to Gerard on this day. I felt so held back now, like a dog on the end of leash, just barking, but never being able to get to what I wanted. My heart was burning inside for Gerard but it just wasn’t meant to be, or that’s what I thought anyways.

Gerard now was walking in my direction, holding his cup of sparkling cider we ordered especially for him. He took a sip and began talking to me. Most of what he said didn’t even register in my mind as I examined his perfect figure. His skin was flawless and his green eyes twinkled in the afternoon sun. I couldn’t take my eyes off him until he snapped me out of my gaze.

“Frank? Iero! Mikey… help me out here!” Gerard said, waving his hand in front of my face.
“F-r-a-n-k-I-e-r-o!” Mikey yelled, taking me by the shoulders, shaking me until I came to.
“Oh hey… sorry guys…” I said sheepishly.
“What’s up with you Frank? Not happy?” Mikey grinned, walking away.
“Yeah, you haven’t been acting like your crazy self lately. What gives?” Gerard looked truly concerned about me.
“Oh, I just have some other things on my mind, that’s all…”
“Uh, okay. Jamia seems to be having fun. You guys look great together.” He patted me on the back.
“Thanks Gee…” Under my breath I mumbled, “But I really want to be with you.”
“What? Did you say something?”
“Oh. It’s nothing. Just ignore me. I’ll be okay.” I lied through my teeth.

The fact was that I really wasn’t okay. I had committed myself to the girl of my dreams, my childhood friend who had been there for me through everything. But really, Gerard, the guy I had met at the Eyeball Records Studio just seven years ago, was the man of my dreams and more. He was the sunshine in my rain I guess, no matter how cheesy that sounded. I always said homophobia was gay, and I meant it this time. There would be so many fans that would have hated me now that I was married; I basically shattered their hearts in less than a day. If I were with Gerard though, our fan base would only increase. Why was life so unfair?

People were starting to clean up the reception as the sun was going down. It was already seven o’clock and I really wanted to go home. I was tired and I felt like I was forgetting something. Something big. I just didn’t know what. Half an hour had passed and I finally got into my car with Jamia, driving back to our little house in Belleville. Gerard and Mikey had a long ride ahead of them as they lived in the west side of New York. Ray lived in Newark and had his fiancée waiting for him at home, as she had gone home earlier tonight.

The drive home was dead silent. I didn’t want to say anything in fear of breaking it. Jamia just stared out the window the entire time. So many thoughts were running through my head right now about Gerard and the band and I was having trouble keeping focused on the dark, dimly lit streets. Our neighborhood was supposedly dangerous, but I guess you just get used to it after living there all your life. I didn’t know how much I had to drink at the wedding, but I could barely keep my eyes open and I felt my eyes lids slowly opening and closing again. I let go of the wheel for only a second it seemed, when I heard yelling from the outside.

“Watch the road you fucker!” I heard the other driver yell at me.
“Frankie!? You could have gotten us killed just then!” Jamia’s voice was raised and no longer had the sweetness it did an hour or so ago. This is why you don’t get married… I thought to myself. When you’re married, nothing can separate you now, so everything comes out.
“I’m sorry Mia…” I tried apologizing but she just kept yelling, or it seemed like it.
“What’s going through your head?! You don’t wanna live to see our honeymoon? Our kids?”
I froze when she said kids. Being only twenty-six, I had a lot of life to live. I wanted to tour the world again and change the world with our music. “Stop yelling Jamia! I’m fine okay! Just stop!” I too had started yelling. I couldn’t think of anything else to do.
“Is it my fault that I care about you Frank? Damn it. How come you’re never like this around Gerard?”

When she said Gerard, I suddenly remember all those nights we’d spend together, me lying in his arms. It reminded me of that tattoo I had gotten all those years ago of the two birds with makeup on my lower abdomen. Gerard was an incredible human being that I loved with all my heart. I now was wondering why I married this bitch… she used to be so sweet… What the hell was happening?

“It is your fucking fault that you care too much! Can’t you leave me alone for one second of the day?” I said without thinking. My lips moved despite my brain telling me not to say it.
“Well then maybe this marriage wasn’t right after all…”
“Maybe it wasn’t.”
“Oh well… then why don’t yo-”

I heard Jamia scream. I saw headlights and a look of horror on her face as the yellow Hummer smashed into the passenger side of our blue Toyota. The glass shattered into millions of little pieces and I felt a familiar red liquid oozing down my face. I then blacked out, not knowing what was to happen next.

*

“This is… Frank. He is right now… sleeping… What the hell Frank! Get up already you lazy ass!” Bob said laughing. I assumed he had the Bob Cam with him. I barely heard this as I was regaining consciousness.
“Would you just shut the fuck up Bob… he’s not gonna wake up.” This was Gerard’s voice. He sounded really serious, but sad at the same time.
“Fine be that way Gerard.” I heard Bob say, then slamming the door behind him.

The room fell silent for a moment. I heard my heart monitor going at a steady pace. So I wasn’t dead after all.

“Gee?” I attempted to speak. I barely heard my own voice, but obviously Gerard heard it.
“Holy… Frank… You’re…”
“A-alive?” I tried to speak again.
“Yeah. That.” Gerard chuckled at picked up my hand. His hand was cold, and rough, probably from all the drawing he did. An artist’s hand no doubt. I didn’t know what to do. I think he was crying but I couldn’t tell.

I opened my eyes slowly, to find me in none other than, a hospital room. Gerard was wearing a black hoodie over a dress shirt and pants, which I assumed which was still from the wedding. His face looked tired and like he hadn’t slept in days. I felt so bad for him because he shouldn’t have to be here. It was just me, Frank Iero.

“Don’t cry G-Gerard.”

I still heard sobs, which were slowly chipping away at my heart. With every tear shed, I thought I was going to lose it. Seeing Gerard cry was one my least favorite sights on Earth. He didn’t deserve to be put through this pain.

Then there was a knock on the door.
“Gee! It’s Mikey, Ray and Bob! Can we come in?” Mikey said through the door.
“Just wait Frank… I’ll be back.” He whispered into my ear.
I heard the four guys talking.
“Frank is awake guys… just be gentle with him okay?” Gerard informed them.
“Oh okay.” Ray said, already trying to get it.
“Thank God he’s alive! I don’t know what I’d do without him.” Mikey said, wiping his forehead.
“So my thing did work.” Bob laughed.
“Shut up Bob! It. Did. Not. Work!”
I laughed and said to Bob, “Stop being such an ass to Gee man. It’s not cool.”
“Yes Mom…” Bob said, dripping with sarcasm.

After a while the other guys left… to go where? I had no idea. The sun was shining through my window, with Gerard under the rays. He looked like an angel sent from heaven to rescue me from this life, and once again, I couldn’t help but stare.

“Frank.” He said, bringing me back to reality.
“Yeah Gee?”
He walked over to my bedside, fishing something out of his pocket. He clutched the object in his hand, me not being able to see what it was. “There’s something… that I think you should know… Hold out your hand.”
I did so and he dropped the object onto my palm. It gleamed in the sunlight, despite it being misshapen. “What… this is…”
“I know Frank… I’m sorry.”
To me, it looked like a heart, a little, twisted heart that would never be perfect again. It’s formerly round shape was destroyed, and I just didn’t feel like crying over this one. Maybe it meant something, maybe it didn’t. “Is this hers?” I asked the obvious, then examining my other hand, finding no ring.
“Yeah it is….”
“Where’d you find it?”
“I didn’t find it Frank. They gave it to me.” A tear slid down his cheek as he sat down on the off-white chair.

I just looked intently at the small metal object in my hand, knowing it wasn’t going to change magically. It seemed so fragile and delicate, like it was going to break any second. I clenched my fist ever so slightly, feeling the coldness of the metal against my skin. Without me knowing, tears were falling onto my hand and all over the white sheets. I opened my fist again, only to see that the ring had broken perfectly into two. It resembled a broken heart, which is exactly how I felt.

I closed my eyes tightly and let the tears flow out of me. I couldn’t contain them anymore. I then opened my eyes just for second, to see Gerard, just millimeters away from my face; his lips pursed and ready to kiss me. I propped myself up ever so slightly, so I could meet him. I don’t think he expected it at all, but he kept inching forward. Finally, our lips met. I felt a warm sensation going through my entire body, and I hoped it would never stop. There was this energy between us that felt like it could keep me going forever, as long as I had him with me. This was nothing like the kisses shared between Jamia and me. It never would be.

“W-what are you doing G-Gee…?” I questioned, despite enjoying this moment so much.
“Don’t tell Lyn-Z.” He whispered into my ear.



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This is my second one-shot... sort of Frerard in this one. I guess... okay fine it is. The ending anyways. I was just bored and tryign to get past writers block. ^^ Enjoy. Rate and Reviews please? You shall recieve a lot of love if you do so! I'll try to write somemore one shots. They are fun (:
~Rayy
(P.S. I'm not a Jamia hater! I think that if she makes Frank happy and if Frank loves her then the best to both of them. After all they do look really cute together (: I just think that Gerard and Frank would have been the perfect couple and that it's too bad they weren't/aren't together. But hey, Frerard still lives on... stage anyways.)

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