this is the first slash ive ever written okay :')
hope you like it. it will get better after this chapter, but first chapters always suck don't they? anyway enjoy.
Growing up was hard you know. Especially in New Jersey. Especially for me. Let me introduce myself. My name’s Gerard. Gerard Way. I lived in Belleville, New Jersey. It’s the kind of town where if you’re different, you got discriminated against because of it. Like me for example. I lived there my whole life, but it felt far from being my home. I was the outsider, always was, cuz I was not the same as them all. They were the kids listening to all the current pop music, wearing all the current ‘in’ fashions. I was the kid in the corner, the outcast, with the long greasy black hair, listening to the likes of the misfits, black flag, iron maiden. Seems a strange thing to be singled out for doesn’t it?
Except, that’s not all. There’s another reason I got picked on. His name was Frank Iero. And Frank, unlike me, always used to be one of the popular kids. With his gorgeous hazel eyes, and long black fringe which framed his face perfectly, he was never short of female attention. that was, until people started talking. Rumours were spreading around, rumours about Frank, how he wasn’t exactly what you’d call ‘straight’, if you get what I mean.
Frankie was gorgeous, and talented (he played guitar, and was very good at it), and my favourite thing about him?
He was all mine.
The story of how me and Frank met? Okay, here goes. It was a Friday night, back when I was still in art school, so I was like what, 19 or 20? My little brother Mikey was always more popular than me, and I didn’t really fit in with his friends, so when he invited me out with them for drinks, I was hesitant.
“Aw, come on Gee! It’ll be fun!” protested Mikey, tugging my arm, trying to get me up out my chair.
“Ugh fine. But if I want to leave early, you better fucking well let me!”
I don’t really get dressed up to go out to clubs. I just quickly pulled on some black skinny jeans, a pair of converse, and a misfits shirt. I applied a bit of black eyeliner, then wandered down the stairs and out the front door where Mikey was stood waiting for me, then we started to walk down to the pub at the end of the road together.
It wasn’t as bad as I thought, out with Mikey’s friends. There weren’t that many of them there, we could all fit round the same table, one near the bar. It was just me, Mikey, Bert, Ray and Alicia. Alicia was sat on Mikey’s lap all night, practically straddling him. When she wasn’t busy downing shots, her tongue was down my little brothers throat. It made me feel a bit sick. I looked around at everyone left in the pub. There wasn’t a great deal of people, as it was getting pretty late by this point, but one guy caught my attention. He was sat in the corner, on his own. It was dark in there, but I could see his face, dimly lit up by the light given off by his phone that he was sat playing on. He looked up and caught my eye, and smiled. I looked away, thinking he would think I was staring, and that I was some kind of freak or something, but in the corner of my eye, I could see he was still looking at me.
“I’ll be right back” I mumbled to Mikey, as I stood up and walked awkwardly over to the guy in the corner. He almost jumped out of his seat as I approached him.
“Um, hi,” he said, fidgeting slightly.
“Hi,” I smiled.
“You know what, it’s getting late, I should get going,” he said, getting up out his seat and pushing past me.
“NO!” I gasped. It could have been my only chance and I wasn’t letting him leave now.
He spun around and stared me right in the eyes, then pushed me up against a wall. He kissed my neck, then moved his head up and nibbled my ear. Then he whispered something.
“Give me a reason to stay.”