Are we really meant to be? [2/?]
Title: Are we really meant to be? [2/?]
Author: RockerScene17
Pairing: First Bert/Gee, Frank/Jared, later Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
Warning: adult themes, language
Disclaimer: As real as Paris Hilton been such a great role model
Summary: Gerard cheat on Frank with Bert. Now that he know how Bert really is he misses Frankie, but is it to late to Gerard be with Frankie again
First Chapter
The magazine is still in front of me on the coffee table, and I’m holding the engagement ring in my finger, feeling the smooth gold against my skin. MTV is quietly playing in the background, but I can’t pay attention to TV right now. The truth has hit me, and sunk in.
Frankie is getting married to somebody else.
I guess I can’t be too upset at him, as I brought this upon myself. But since it is my fault and not his, I cannot stop mentally kicking myself and telling myself how much of a fuck up I am.
Frankie loved me. Frankie was going to ask me to marry him. And I ruined it by trying to bring Bert into our world.
I can’t think about this anymore, all its doing is depressing me, so I turn the volume on the TV up as the program comes back from a commercial
“Welcome back to It’s On, with m… Alexa Chung! Now, our next guest-I mean, guests-have been in the tabloids and the gossip circles since they were first photographed together. Now they have a brand new article in All Time Rock & Roll about their possible engagement.”
‘Ooh’s and ‘aah’s can be heard in the background as Alexa smiles.
“I know I know people: more gossip! So, here with us today are 30 Seconds to Mars’s front man and My Chemical Romance’s rhythm guitarist, Jared Leto and Frank Iero!”
I knew it was them, as soon as Alexa said her spiel on the All Time Rock & Roll article. I’m not surprised at all, and I wish that I could turn the TV off, but I can’t. For some reason or another, my eyes are glued.
“Thank you for having us, Alexa.”
Jared Leto smiles at her, and then at Frank, and I want to slap his toothy grin off of his face.
“Now, usually I like to beat around the bush, and babble on and on about silly things before I get down to business with my guests. But this story is just so juicy, that I have to be straight up. So, we’ve all heard the dating rumors, which were proven to be true during your interview a few months back.”
“Mhm,”
“Now we’re hearing these engagement rumors…are they true?”
Jared laughs, and again I wish I could hit him. Hard.
“Well, Frankie and I wanted it to be a surprise of sorts, but it seems that some paparazzi just couldn’t keep away! Yes, Frank and I plan on getting married.”
“Wow! Just, wow!”
Alexa is grinning, and the audience is chattering loudly, and calling out things like “We love you Frankie!” and “You are Jared are adorable!”
“Alright, now that we know its official, lets us see that ring Frank!”
Frank shows the camera his ring. It’s a gold band with a huge sapphire jewel and small diamonds around it. That’s when the cheers and aww’s erupt from the crowd.
“Wow, Frankie! That ring is just…wow! It must have cost a fortune!”
I see that Frankie opens his mouth to say something, but that Jared Leto cuts him off.
“I’d get anything for my Frankie, Alexa, just to see him happy. Price doesn’t matter.”
“Aw! Jared, that is so sweet. Now, it may be bold to ask but: may we see a kiss?”
The crowd chants ‘kiss, kiss’, and Frank smiles at Jared. He leans in closer to Frank, and their lips meet. I look away in disgust, trying not to picture what’s going on, on the screen.
“Alright guys, keep it under PG! We’re going to take a break but when we return-”
I’m able to shut the TV off after that. Angrily, I throw the clicker across the room and let out a scream. Tears spill down my cheeks and I get up, and drag myself into the bedroom.
I go to the closet, and I take out the only secret I hide from Bert-besides that I’m still in love with Frank. It’s on the top shelf, a plain shoe box when glanced at once.
But I take it down, because written on the dust-covered top is Memories. I carry it over to the bed and set it down, then sit down on the bed myself.
Inside the box are pictures, postcards, and drawings that I’ve collected over the years. I open the lid, and pull out the first stack of pictures I see.
The first ones are Mikey and me at Projekt Revolution. Our mom took these, I can tell because no one else tries to take pictures of only myself and my brother on stage. Also, there’s a picture of us with our arms around each other: the pose my mom has us do every single time she takes a picture. I smile as I remember this tour, and then set the pictures aside.
The next ones in the stack are Ray and Bob. Ray and Bob playing Mario Kart, Ray and Bob playing Donkey-Kongo, and Ray and Bob playing Super Smash Bros. Those two, I laugh to myself, love their videogames.
The next ones are pictures of Frank and I. Hugging, kissing, being silly, and looking at each other with true love in our eyes. These pictures I can’t look at and I throw them back into the box and begin to look at the next ones I pulled out.
They’re pictures of Frankie: mostly him alone, but one of my favorites in there. He is pointing a finger at Bob, scowling because ‘the drummer beat the rhythm guitarist at GUITAR HERO!’ I laugh as I remember Frank’s words exactly.
I set that one aside, and come across another one that I love. Frank is sprawled out on the couch in this one, with his mouth slightly open and, if you look closely at the picture you, can see the little bit of drool coming out of the corner of his mouth.
Then, I come across a picture that hurts me worse than the ones of myself and Frank kissing.
Frank is sitting Indian style; his head is almost leaning on the tree trunk, and his hand is in his hair trying to brush it back quickly, since I didn’t give him the time to do it, before I told him I was taking the picture.
His smile is genuine, the huge grin that I love to see. I feel tears in my eyes as I look at it. I brush my fingers along his face, and think about the laugh he’d given as I snapped the photo.
The picture was taken in Denver, as we were sight-seeing before a show. This was at a nice park, and while Bob and Ray went off to bird-watch, Mikey sat on a bench texting Alicia, and Frank and I sat under the tree. That was the day, that for the first time in our relationship, Frank told me he loved me.
As I look at my Frankie in the picture, I realized that I don’t have any of Bert and me in this box. I have nothing from Bert at all in there. I think about him, and I realize that Bert and I don’t even have a normal relationship.
We don’t go out together, we don’t watch movies or TV together, and we don’t tell each other we love each other. The only time we interact, is when we have sex…and even then it’s not as great as it was.
When I was with Frank we did things together, like going out and watching movies and sex was great. We also made sure to tell each other ‘I love you’ at least three times a day…once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once before bed.
The sad truth is now, I’m alone. There is no Frankie, and there sure is hell never was any Bert. There is no love, no happiness…only loneliness in my life. I sigh; wiping away falling tears as I put all my pictures back in the box then set the box on the floor.
The clock says it’s only 5:38 and I should probably take a walk to Starbucks to calm down or something, it takes me almost ten minutes to get ready.
Soon I lock the door and make my way to Starbucks, today the weather is nice not to hot like always. Soon I found myself in front of Starbucks I see a short black clothed figure looking at me.
I stood there speechless not knowing what to said until he spoke
“Gerard…hi…”
My throat goes dry. “Frank….Frankie?”
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A/N:DunDun, haha sorry got hyper for a second, anyway sorry for the wait lets said that I'm a very lazy person and well it took me forever to finish this. Any way I already update so be happy, chapter 3 will be here soon so be patient and well I dont know what else to said sooooooooooo bye :].
Author: RockerScene17
Pairing: First Bert/Gee, Frank/Jared, later Frank/Gerard
Rating: R
Warning: adult themes, language
Disclaimer: As real as Paris Hilton been such a great role model
Summary: Gerard cheat on Frank with Bert. Now that he know how Bert really is he misses Frankie, but is it to late to Gerard be with Frankie again
First Chapter
The magazine is still in front of me on the coffee table, and I’m holding the engagement ring in my finger, feeling the smooth gold against my skin. MTV is quietly playing in the background, but I can’t pay attention to TV right now. The truth has hit me, and sunk in.
Frankie is getting married to somebody else.
I guess I can’t be too upset at him, as I brought this upon myself. But since it is my fault and not his, I cannot stop mentally kicking myself and telling myself how much of a fuck up I am.
Frankie loved me. Frankie was going to ask me to marry him. And I ruined it by trying to bring Bert into our world.
I can’t think about this anymore, all its doing is depressing me, so I turn the volume on the TV up as the program comes back from a commercial
“Welcome back to It’s On, with m… Alexa Chung! Now, our next guest-I mean, guests-have been in the tabloids and the gossip circles since they were first photographed together. Now they have a brand new article in All Time Rock & Roll about their possible engagement.”
‘Ooh’s and ‘aah’s can be heard in the background as Alexa smiles.
“I know I know people: more gossip! So, here with us today are 30 Seconds to Mars’s front man and My Chemical Romance’s rhythm guitarist, Jared Leto and Frank Iero!”
I knew it was them, as soon as Alexa said her spiel on the All Time Rock & Roll article. I’m not surprised at all, and I wish that I could turn the TV off, but I can’t. For some reason or another, my eyes are glued.
“Thank you for having us, Alexa.”
Jared Leto smiles at her, and then at Frank, and I want to slap his toothy grin off of his face.
“Now, usually I like to beat around the bush, and babble on and on about silly things before I get down to business with my guests. But this story is just so juicy, that I have to be straight up. So, we’ve all heard the dating rumors, which were proven to be true during your interview a few months back.”
“Mhm,”
“Now we’re hearing these engagement rumors…are they true?”
Jared laughs, and again I wish I could hit him. Hard.
“Well, Frankie and I wanted it to be a surprise of sorts, but it seems that some paparazzi just couldn’t keep away! Yes, Frank and I plan on getting married.”
“Wow! Just, wow!”
Alexa is grinning, and the audience is chattering loudly, and calling out things like “We love you Frankie!” and “You are Jared are adorable!”
“Alright, now that we know its official, lets us see that ring Frank!”
Frank shows the camera his ring. It’s a gold band with a huge sapphire jewel and small diamonds around it. That’s when the cheers and aww’s erupt from the crowd.
“Wow, Frankie! That ring is just…wow! It must have cost a fortune!”
I see that Frankie opens his mouth to say something, but that Jared Leto cuts him off.
“I’d get anything for my Frankie, Alexa, just to see him happy. Price doesn’t matter.”
“Aw! Jared, that is so sweet. Now, it may be bold to ask but: may we see a kiss?”
The crowd chants ‘kiss, kiss’, and Frank smiles at Jared. He leans in closer to Frank, and their lips meet. I look away in disgust, trying not to picture what’s going on, on the screen.
“Alright guys, keep it under PG! We’re going to take a break but when we return-”
I’m able to shut the TV off after that. Angrily, I throw the clicker across the room and let out a scream. Tears spill down my cheeks and I get up, and drag myself into the bedroom.
I go to the closet, and I take out the only secret I hide from Bert-besides that I’m still in love with Frank. It’s on the top shelf, a plain shoe box when glanced at once.
But I take it down, because written on the dust-covered top is Memories. I carry it over to the bed and set it down, then sit down on the bed myself.
Inside the box are pictures, postcards, and drawings that I’ve collected over the years. I open the lid, and pull out the first stack of pictures I see.
The first ones are Mikey and me at Projekt Revolution. Our mom took these, I can tell because no one else tries to take pictures of only myself and my brother on stage. Also, there’s a picture of us with our arms around each other: the pose my mom has us do every single time she takes a picture. I smile as I remember this tour, and then set the pictures aside.
The next ones in the stack are Ray and Bob. Ray and Bob playing Mario Kart, Ray and Bob playing Donkey-Kongo, and Ray and Bob playing Super Smash Bros. Those two, I laugh to myself, love their videogames.
The next ones are pictures of Frank and I. Hugging, kissing, being silly, and looking at each other with true love in our eyes. These pictures I can’t look at and I throw them back into the box and begin to look at the next ones I pulled out.
They’re pictures of Frankie: mostly him alone, but one of my favorites in there. He is pointing a finger at Bob, scowling because ‘the drummer beat the rhythm guitarist at GUITAR HERO!’ I laugh as I remember Frank’s words exactly.
I set that one aside, and come across another one that I love. Frank is sprawled out on the couch in this one, with his mouth slightly open and, if you look closely at the picture you, can see the little bit of drool coming out of the corner of his mouth.
Then, I come across a picture that hurts me worse than the ones of myself and Frank kissing.
Frank is sitting Indian style; his head is almost leaning on the tree trunk, and his hand is in his hair trying to brush it back quickly, since I didn’t give him the time to do it, before I told him I was taking the picture.
His smile is genuine, the huge grin that I love to see. I feel tears in my eyes as I look at it. I brush my fingers along his face, and think about the laugh he’d given as I snapped the photo.
The picture was taken in Denver, as we were sight-seeing before a show. This was at a nice park, and while Bob and Ray went off to bird-watch, Mikey sat on a bench texting Alicia, and Frank and I sat under the tree. That was the day, that for the first time in our relationship, Frank told me he loved me.
As I look at my Frankie in the picture, I realized that I don’t have any of Bert and me in this box. I have nothing from Bert at all in there. I think about him, and I realize that Bert and I don’t even have a normal relationship.
We don’t go out together, we don’t watch movies or TV together, and we don’t tell each other we love each other. The only time we interact, is when we have sex…and even then it’s not as great as it was.
When I was with Frank we did things together, like going out and watching movies and sex was great. We also made sure to tell each other ‘I love you’ at least three times a day…once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once before bed.
The sad truth is now, I’m alone. There is no Frankie, and there sure is hell never was any Bert. There is no love, no happiness…only loneliness in my life. I sigh; wiping away falling tears as I put all my pictures back in the box then set the box on the floor.
The clock says it’s only 5:38 and I should probably take a walk to Starbucks to calm down or something, it takes me almost ten minutes to get ready.
Soon I lock the door and make my way to Starbucks, today the weather is nice not to hot like always. Soon I found myself in front of Starbucks I see a short black clothed figure looking at me.
I stood there speechless not knowing what to said until he spoke
“Gerard…hi…”
My throat goes dry. “Frank….Frankie?”
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A/N:DunDun, haha sorry got hyper for a second, anyway sorry for the wait lets said that I'm a very lazy person and well it took me forever to finish this. Any way I already update so be happy, chapter 3 will be here soon so be patient and well I dont know what else to said sooooooooooo bye :].