The Ghost Of You
-Title:The Ghost Of You
-Author: me
-Pairing: Frank/Gerard
-Summary: Gerard and Mikey move into a new house and find someone already living in it. Well, if you can call it living.
-Disclaimer: The Characters aren't mine baby, only the story line **sing song voice**
-Author's Notes: i'll try to be regular about posting this, but don't expect clockwork, or anything.
Gerard Way kicked the door to his and Mikey's new home open, lugging, with some difficulty, the box with all his comics in it. Forget clothes, or a mattress, or a toothbrush, this was the first box he insisted on bringing in. When Mikey had seen this, he had laughed at what a geek his brother was, while towing,(with seemingly no difficulty at all), all the cds they owned in another box. Gerard resolved never to ask him the "if you were marooned on a desert island, what would you bring..." question, because he sismply was afraid to know.
He was ridiculously excited though. This was his first appartment with Mikey in the city, and he wanted to make it perfect. It was a relitively old building in Brooklyn, with molding on the doors and windows, and Gerard had instantly known that they had to move here when he saw it.
"Mikey, go out and get the cd player, will ya?"
"Gee, I've already got it, it's right--oh. Fuck, where'd I put it?" Mikey looked around in confusion, scratching his head through his hat.
"It's in the car," Gerard said patiently. " I saw it when we were getting our shit out of the U-haul. and we need mega tunes in our new home, so look lively."
Mikey glanced at him. " Did you just say, 'mega tunes'?"
"Shut up," Gerard laughed, and Mikey went back through the open door.
Gerard started to work on claiming a room.
Frank was startled awake by the sound of loud voices arguing playfully, and boxes being dumped around.What the hell? Frank stretched, and yawned, and went into the hallway to see what the ruckus was about, only to bump right into the progenitor.
"Sorry." He murmured, but the person didn't notice him. Frank expected this.
The man,(Frank now could discern the sex of the person's retreating back), was talking to somebody through the doorway into the living room.
"Mikey, turn on the heat, it's freezing in here!"
"Pussy!" was the dimly hear response, and the man laughed.
Upon closer inspection, he wasn't that old, maybe 26, 27, with long black hair, round shoulders, and a curvy, almost feminine body. Frank tilted his head to the left, enjoying the view, and trying to figure out "how he got in them jeans" as the song said, when the person disapeared into his room, dumped the box he was holding, and came back out. Frank's breath caught. This guy was downright gorgeous. His hair framed wide, hazel eyes, and a soft mouth, with such a pale complexion that it had to be deliberate. He was wearing eyeshadow, but it looked like last-night's, fading and running up towards his eyebrows from rubbing.
Still smiling, he walked back through the hallway without so much as a glance to Frank, and so Frank followed, eager to see the other person.
Gerard walked back into the living room, and was greeted by the site of Mikey with his head in a box, looking for something.
"Hey Mikes as wonderful as your ass is, I really don't need it stuck in my face, ya know?"
"Shut up, Gerard. You don't have to look at it. Have you seen the batteries? The stereo's not working-"
"The stereo doesn't use batteries, dumbass. You just have to plug it in."
Mikey's head came out of the box, a sheepish grin on its face. "Oh."
Gerard shook his head, and as he did, he thought he saw, just for a second, a man standing in the hallway, looking right at him. When he looked again, though, there was nothing there, and Gerard frowned.
"This place is haunted." He informed Mikey, and the younger Way tilted his head without turning around.
"Hey, yeah? Cool."
Gerard nodded, going to check out the kitchen, but with his mind still on the man in the doorway. "Yep. By the ghost of a really hot man with gorgoous eyes. I hope he ravishes me in my sleep, like in the Exorsist."
"Eww, Gee, I didn't need to hear that! And if you start throwing up pea soup, you're cleaning that up."
But Gerard wasn't listening. "I think I'll draw him later..."
Frank smiled. Gerard...
So, likey? feeback is nice, remember, and makes me work harder.
-Author: me
-Pairing: Frank/Gerard
-Summary: Gerard and Mikey move into a new house and find someone already living in it. Well, if you can call it living.
-Disclaimer: The Characters aren't mine baby, only the story line **sing song voice**
-Author's Notes: i'll try to be regular about posting this, but don't expect clockwork, or anything.
Gerard Way kicked the door to his and Mikey's new home open, lugging, with some difficulty, the box with all his comics in it. Forget clothes, or a mattress, or a toothbrush, this was the first box he insisted on bringing in. When Mikey had seen this, he had laughed at what a geek his brother was, while towing,(with seemingly no difficulty at all), all the cds they owned in another box. Gerard resolved never to ask him the "if you were marooned on a desert island, what would you bring..." question, because he sismply was afraid to know.
He was ridiculously excited though. This was his first appartment with Mikey in the city, and he wanted to make it perfect. It was a relitively old building in Brooklyn, with molding on the doors and windows, and Gerard had instantly known that they had to move here when he saw it.
"Mikey, go out and get the cd player, will ya?"
"Gee, I've already got it, it's right--oh. Fuck, where'd I put it?" Mikey looked around in confusion, scratching his head through his hat.
"It's in the car," Gerard said patiently. " I saw it when we were getting our shit out of the U-haul. and we need mega tunes in our new home, so look lively."
Mikey glanced at him. " Did you just say, 'mega tunes'?"
"Shut up," Gerard laughed, and Mikey went back through the open door.
Gerard started to work on claiming a room.
Frank was startled awake by the sound of loud voices arguing playfully, and boxes being dumped around.What the hell? Frank stretched, and yawned, and went into the hallway to see what the ruckus was about, only to bump right into the progenitor.
"Sorry." He murmured, but the person didn't notice him. Frank expected this.
The man,(Frank now could discern the sex of the person's retreating back), was talking to somebody through the doorway into the living room.
"Mikey, turn on the heat, it's freezing in here!"
"Pussy!" was the dimly hear response, and the man laughed.
Upon closer inspection, he wasn't that old, maybe 26, 27, with long black hair, round shoulders, and a curvy, almost feminine body. Frank tilted his head to the left, enjoying the view, and trying to figure out "how he got in them jeans" as the song said, when the person disapeared into his room, dumped the box he was holding, and came back out. Frank's breath caught. This guy was downright gorgeous. His hair framed wide, hazel eyes, and a soft mouth, with such a pale complexion that it had to be deliberate. He was wearing eyeshadow, but it looked like last-night's, fading and running up towards his eyebrows from rubbing.
Still smiling, he walked back through the hallway without so much as a glance to Frank, and so Frank followed, eager to see the other person.
Gerard walked back into the living room, and was greeted by the site of Mikey with his head in a box, looking for something.
"Hey Mikes as wonderful as your ass is, I really don't need it stuck in my face, ya know?"
"Shut up, Gerard. You don't have to look at it. Have you seen the batteries? The stereo's not working-"
"The stereo doesn't use batteries, dumbass. You just have to plug it in."
Mikey's head came out of the box, a sheepish grin on its face. "Oh."
Gerard shook his head, and as he did, he thought he saw, just for a second, a man standing in the hallway, looking right at him. When he looked again, though, there was nothing there, and Gerard frowned.
"This place is haunted." He informed Mikey, and the younger Way tilted his head without turning around.
"Hey, yeah? Cool."
Gerard nodded, going to check out the kitchen, but with his mind still on the man in the doorway. "Yep. By the ghost of a really hot man with gorgoous eyes. I hope he ravishes me in my sleep, like in the Exorsist."
"Eww, Gee, I didn't need to hear that! And if you start throwing up pea soup, you're cleaning that up."
But Gerard wasn't listening. "I think I'll draw him later..."
Frank smiled. Gerard...
So, likey? feeback is nice, remember, and makes me work harder.