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Published : 4 months ago (Sat, 03 May 2008 15:32:17 PDT)
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Title: My Way Home Is Through You Pairing: Gerard Way and Frank Iero Rating: PG-15 P.O.V: Frank's Summary: Gerard's an art gallery manager in Albany, Frank's a gofer for Sotherbey's in Boston. They meet under work circumstances, but get attached to each other, causing complications... Disclaimer: Not real. Ever. Although, God do we wish it was!! Dedications: Rachael. As always. =] and I have a beta! Finally! =] Little Maddy I ly very very much =] Author's Notes: This was funny to write. I'm so sorry it took ages. We've been held up with revision and stuff and haven't been able to write much. But here it is, it's quite long (in my opinion) so maybe that makes up for it? Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24
Gerard's P.O.V
3 days later - 13 days to go
"You're like a teenager."
"What?" Frank looked at me like I belonged in a mad-house. Sometimes I think I do, but that is not the point nor the purpose of this conversation.
"What happened in the bathroom."
"Dude, that was three days ago. Time delay much?"
"Not the point, at all. You're still like a teenager, and you need to learn how to control yourself."
"Shut up, stop teasing me. It's not like you haven't had the same thought."
"Of course not. No. Never."
"You protest too much. You've given yourself away."
"I haven't protested too much. I've protested just the right amount. I was on the debate team at school. I know what I'm talking about."
"You were on the debate team? You sad person."
"Shut up. What did you do at school?"
"I was on the chess team. "
"And you're calling me sad?"
"Okay. End of discussion."
Later that night.
Frank's trying to spoon me. Constantly. There he goes again. That's like the fifth time.
"Frank."
"What?
"Get the fuck away from me."
"What have I done now?"
"You know the rules mister. We're only allowed to hold hands."
"I was holding your hand."
"You were also spooning my back. That doesn't count. Against the rules."
"But I'm cold." He whined, trying to spoon me again.
"That's it. I'm going."
"Going where? It's the middle of the night."
"To sleep on the sofa, 'cause you won't quit."
"I promise, I'll stop."
"No. The damage has been done. I don't trust you to stop. I'm sleeping on the sofa. End of story. Goodnight."
4 days later - 9 days to go
There's no room for me on the fucking sofa because of Frank's dirty fucking washing. Everything's getting on my nerves at the moment and I don't know why. Maybe I'm on my man period. And here comes Frank. That's it, shift the dirty washing so it's in an even bigger pile falling on me and sit your skinny arse on the sofa, whilst I'm stuck with the floor. I think I'm sitting in an old pool of ice-cream. That's disgusting. Now I'm getting poked in the back of my head.
"Poke." Ow.
"Poke." Ow.
"Poke." Ow.
"Poke." Ow.
"Poke." Ow.
"Poke." Ow.
"POKE!"
"OW! Frank, for God's sake. Poke me one more time..." I finally let go, whipping my head round and staring at him.
"Poke." And now he goes for the nose. I just raised my finger at him, knotted my eyebrows and turned around.
5 minutes later.
"What are you doing now?" I sighed.
"Playing with your hair."
"For God's sake, why?"
"Because it's kinky."
"It's really not. Whatever, just don't knot it or I will kill you."
"It is in my mind. And you like threatening to kill me don't you?"
"It's the only threat I can come up with at the moment. Now leave me alone."
"Someone who likes art as much as you do should be a little but more imaginative, don't ya think?"
"Screw you."
"I would really like to do that, but because of your stupid brother, we can't."
"Oh, and we're back on this track. Change the record babe." Oh for God's sake. All I felt was a pair of hands on my shoulder and I kind of buckled and then a Frank fell in my lap.
"I haven't done leapfrog since I was 11. I'm still good at it."
"Next time you wanna do leapfrog a little warning would be nice yeah?"
"You're stressed aren't you?"
"Yeah, and guess who's fault that is."
"Urm, George Bush's? He stresses everyone out after all."
"No, yours you twat."
"Aw, come here."
"No. Get out of my lap, I'm sulking and my legs are going numb. Now leave." He just put his arms around my neck and stared at me.
"No."
"Why do you have to be sexy when you're annoying?"
"Because I'm me and you love me?"
"Yeah well, I can't deny that."
"I knew it."
"It took you that long to realise that?"
"My mother always did say I was slow as a child. Anyway, back to what I was gonna do."
"What were you gonna-"
Oh. That's what he was gonna.
2 minutes 37 seconds later
Mid snog I looked over Frank's shoulder at my watch and thought - SHIT. I really don't want to but I have to push him away. Next minute, I'm looking down at him.
"I really didn't mean to push you that hard. I'm sorry."
"Why did you push me at all?"
"We very nearly broke the rules?" He sprang up very quickly and I had to practically lean backwards to miss his shoecousa's
"Ha, I'm changing you into a rebel! My mission is complete!"
"Erm, what?"
"I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that." I watched as he walked away from me, I have to follow him.
"Frank, come back here."
"No!"
"What weren't you supposed to say?"
"Leave me be!"
"No! What weren't you supposed to say?"
"Just something Mikey told me." I watched as he walked out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, still trying to escape. I followed, undetered.
"If you don't tell me, I'll just call Mikey."
"He won't tell you either."
"How do you know he won't tell me?"
"He just won't."
"Fine! I give up."
"Good, I won again."
"Grrr."
1 week later - 2 days to go
Mikey and supposed fiancee are standing on my doorstep.
"Mikey, you're early. Not even like an hour. More like, two days."
"We thought we were gonna hit traffic. It didn't happen."
"Why do you always think you're gonna hit traffic?" This is when the supposed fiancee pipes up,
"It's an OCD thing, we're looking into it. Even five minutes down the road to the general store he thinks we're gonna hit traffic."
"I presume you're the fiancee?"
"Yes. Although, sometimes I wonder why I said yes."
"Hey!" said Mikey, looking affronted.
"Don't worry, I know how you feel. Try living with him for nineteen years. Do I get a name?"
"Alicia."
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