Disenchanted. 1

"We can't do this,"

Gerard eyed Frank cautiously as their petal pink lips disconnected. Frank just smiled worryingly and eventually got off Gerard's slim frame. He sat up on the bed awkwardly scratching his head of raven hair.

The duo had been dating for some time and Frank suggested it would be best now for them to 'get it on' and what not. But the simple minded, innocent Gerard thought that right now their relationship was just a small baby, and needed to be cared for till it was time. But then this new Frank being blunt and ignorant, convinced little Gee that the time was right; which led them to this very risky scene.

"Gee...babe, what did I tell you? Today is the day. It's time for the next step forward," Frank voice bluntly spoke as he gripped not too tightly on Gerard's shoulder. He really wanted this; he just wanted Gerard too as well.

"But Frankie, I really want to lose my virginity when I'm married," Gerard stuttered; he had difficulty speaking.

He fine well knew Frank would some how over react like a child. Frank really needed some reality check or something; Gerard didn't like this new forceful boyfriend.

Frank simply sighed and let go of Gerard's shoulder, slumping his small body in his position. Did he really think putting and whining worked on the taller man?

"Gerard. Your being silly here, everyone in freaking school has at least 'got it on' once in their life. I don't want you missing out that's all," His golden speckled irises stared right into Gerard's dishevelled wavy raven hair; his fidgety mouth waiting for a reply.

Gerard turned away quickly, bringing his Iron Maiden hoodie sleeve over his pale palm and digits. He tried to hold back the salty watery tears swelling up in his chocolate brown eyes, but then gradually gave up and let them stream down his porcelain cheek. Frank stared at him blankly and again put his palm on Gee's shoulder.

"Gee babe?" his whispered in a concerned tone. Gerard muttered something out but Frank couldn't be able to translate.

"Gee..."

"I'm not a whore Frank; I don't sleep with every man and his dog, unlike the slutty Barbie dolls that saunter around our school. I want to wait, and if you can't accept that then leave immediately"

A loud tearing silence echoed Gerard's small room awkwardly. Maybe this was Frank's reality check: not to be so forceful among timid people. Frank quickly snapped out of his blunt faze and looked at the back of Gee's head.

"Gerard, I'm sorry. If you want to wait that's fine. Honestly, I dunno what went over me there and I'm sure it won't happen again. I promise," Gerard's head turned and gave Frank one hopeful look right before their baby lips smashed together.

Gerard loved Frank kisses; they were always so soft, so cushiony. Frank loved Gerard's kisses; so fluffy, so lovely. Their tongues tackled and slapped playfully with one another, causing both boys to smile, eager for dominance. But in the end, Frank claimed leader and raked his hands softly into Gerard's ebony locks.

Their minutes of romancing came to a stop and their lips parted slowly, and their eyes opened wildly, staring into each other.

"I meant it, I promise it won't happen again," Frank told the other firmly, now embracing him into a sudden magnetic cuddle, which Gerard liked.

"Uhh, guys?" a trembling voice squeaked from the door. Both boys' heads cocked over to the poster invested door, to see a fumbling, awkwardly flushed Mikey at wait. The caramel haired boy stood, fidgeting with the hem on his black t-shirt. He sniffed his black rimmed glasses back up his nose and began to speak again.

"Um, Gerard... Mom says Frank has to... go? So um yeah Frank go now," Mikey croaked unpleasantly; he had a severe case of the flu and has been staying in bed the last couple of weeks, he just got up to tell the boys that they had to dispatch from another.

"Oh, okay. Go back to bed now babe," Gerard made his way to the door and began following Mikey back into his own room. Frank followed, putting on his jacket.
"Yeah, it's getting late. It is best for me to get going now," Frank stopped Gerard by gripping his shirt. The taller turned his head over his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he said. Frank got on his tip toes and pecked a sudden pinkie kiss on Gerard's lips; he smiled.

"Goodnight Gee," Frank cooed as he made his way down the stairs bidding Mrs. Way goodbye before disappearing out the front door.

Gerard smiled gingerly and entered Mikey's room. The younger Way was already snuggled warmly in his bed, eyes squished shut. Gerard made his way over to bedside and kneeled down, watching Mikey doze off smiling. He took the glasses off his tip of his nose, causing the other to stir awake again.

"Sorry to wake you dear, you can't sleep with your glasses on," Gerard explained in a whisper, now ruffling Mikey's hair. Mikey smiled and closed his eyes again.

"...Mikey?"

"Yeah?"

"What do you think of Frank?" Gerard questioned his tone evidently quizzical and nervous. He really wanted his brother's opinion on the younger boy. Well, of course he does, it's his baby brother. Gerard always thought brothers always came first. If Mikey thought Gerard's companion was too quirky, too jerk-like or plain idiotic, Gerard would take his word and dumped the dude straight away.

"Well," Mikey started, reopening his eyes, almost identical to his brother's. He put on his thinking face, "Frank seems like a good friend at heart and easy to open to when in doubt. But Gerard, you better watch him. I'm still getting used to him and..."

"Yay! Mikes I love you, thank you!"

Gerard practically crashed on the younger Way in his bed, cuddling and kissing his cheek as a thank you. Gerard always loved his brother, he was glad and relieved he thought good of his Frankie.

"Alright, Alright Gee, settle down now. I still feel kinda sick so stop attacking me all the time..." Mikey warned, not noticing the motherly tone creeping in his voice. Gerard obeyed immediately and shuffled to Mikey's side, still attached to his brother's gaunt side like super glue.

"He'll make me happy, I assure you, Mikes. He's the best so far,"

"Alright, okay Gerard. Now can I get sleep please? I'm extremely tired," Mikey whined pouting childishly, causing the older Way to sliver off the bed and out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Goodnight Mikes," Gerard whispered before he ghosted back into his well lit room.

He pondered in and shuffled through his drawer for pyjamas right before he heard a calm electrical buzzing noise. He cocked his head up from the drawer and glanced around the room to indicate where it was coming from. His eyes hit the small, blackberry phone fidgeting and jumping on his bedside.

So he walked over to it to find it was Frank's phone and that he left it here by mistake. Gerard giggled like an infant; Frank was always forgetful and silly. He gently picked up the device and took a look at who it was phoning...Jamia? Who is Jamia? And what would he or she want with Frank? Gerard hesitated as his thumb hit the green button; it was none of his business. Curiosity took its place and he put it up to his ear to hear a woman speaking in some sort of seductive tone.

"Hey Frankie," she giggled. Gerard's heart sank, "Last night was fantastic, I hope we can do it again some other time. I really do Frankie..." and that's when poor Gerard had enough and quickly threw the phone away.

Tears were already swelling up in his eyes. How could Frank betray him? And who does she think she is? Frankie was only Gee's nickname for the smaller boy. Scribbles of bitter thoughts entered Gerard's head; this wasn't going to end beautiful, but nasty when he goes to school tomorrow.

He flung his pyjamas on and shuffled into bed, letting the heavy large tears soak his face and pillow. Frank knew Gerard was tiny inside. With all the bullying, the insults, his hazardous solitude people give him. He was surely going to get him for this.

With all the thinking and sobbing dramatically, Gerard finally let himself fall asleep.


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The crisp morning sun beckoned Gerard out of bed and down stairs. He was... surprisingly happy today, after all the pain filled tears he let out last night. He sauntered into the kitchen and greeted his mother before sitting down at the kitchen table, eager for food.

"What's for breakfast?" he asked his mom, who was scrubbing the dishes from last night's supper. Her head turned and glanced over her shoulder; she smiled.

"Oh, I just put toast in the toaster for you boys," she told him, or them as Mikey appeared in the chair next to him, grumbling and sighing with the uncomforting
stomach pains. Gerard patted his pack gently, but only to make the younger Way gag.

"Don't do that, you want to make me throw up?" Mikey's asked in a tone alien to Gerard. Mikey hasn't been this pissed since Gerard accidently sold one of his Black Ops figurine things in a car boot sale. Gerard gave an apologetic look and glanced over to the now popped up pieces of toast.

"Mom, their ready now," Gerard said, getting up from his chair to get the toast. She quickly snatched them away and buttered them with excellent speed. Something mother's can do, nobody can ever understand.

Gerard sat back down and handed one of the brown rectangles to Mikey who just flung it into the bin by the door without hesitation.

"Hey, I could have eaten that!" Gerard scolded, but Mikey just giggled sheepishly.
"Whatever, you have more toast on the plate," and he stood up to help his mother with the washing. Gerard sighed, cupping his ivory cheek in one hand and drumming his fingers with the other one.

"Hey mom, I'm not that hungry. Mikey can have the rest, I'm going to change now," he excused himself from the table and dashed up the stairs and into his room.


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Gerard opened his locker and shuffled his biology books in. It's just been fifth period, and Frank is no where in sight. Probably looking for 'Jamia' or whatever, or maybe looking for his phone.

It lay in Gerard's Black Flag hoodie pocket.

He fished it out and looked at it for a couple of seconds before putting it back in, cautious of anyone looking. He slammed the locker shut and began shuffling down to the food court.

Scene groups sat everywhere. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the artist kids... Gerard really wanted to sit with them, but sadly the only friend he ever had was Frank. He made his way to the canteen, to lock eyes with a pig of a woman... if she was a woman, her sharp features made her anonymous.

"Uh, what do you have...?" Gerard asked voice timid and meek. He always had lunch packed before he went to school, but not today some how. The meaty featured woman grunted and pointed her ruby painted nail to the lunch menu, carved into a sign.
"I guess I'll have... a lettuce sandwich?" The woman yet again raised a grunt, which was already annoying now and splattered a poorly wrapped sandwich into Gerard's hands. He looked down at it, then up at the woman.

"That'll be one fifty," her voice was so nasally and high pitched; she was surely a woman. Gerard gave her the money and scampered off out of sight and into the school grounds, where he would always eat.

He sat under the shaded oak tree, next to the barred fence blocking the way into the forest. He always sat there, it was peaceful, calm and away from most of those packs of Barbie's and Ken's in the food court. He took off the wrapping of the grubby sandwich and took one delectable bite into it to see a long grey strand poking out the side. With eyes bewildered, he shot the bad quality meal into the forest, where mice can feast on it later.

He was hungry as hell and he didn't have anything that he could consider as lunch. He should have eaten those damn toast pieces. He fished into his bag anyway and took out a full pack of mint mentos. Already, he gulped them all down; his breathe smelling like febreeze air freshener.

"I see you're having an excellent lunch," A voice giggled, so familiar. Frank popped from behind the tree, smiling and carrying two hearty homemade sandwiches in his hand. He smiled wider; Gerard didn't smile at all.

Frank sat down. "I got you a sandwich," he said, waving the meal in Gerard's golden eyes, making them frantic. Gerard pushed his sharp black hair behind his ear and grumbled an awkward 'thanks' before taking it.

"...I never saw you in biology, where were you?" Gerard asked tearing the glassy silence, almost like he was trying to interrogate the smaller. Frank raised one thin brown eyebrow. You can almost see a giant question mark hover his head.
"I skipped," he simply said before munching into the lettuce filled sandwich with great speed; he must've been hungry.

"Why? Frank, you know we have a project on the frog anatomy, you can definitely not skip," Frank's eyebrows knitted together as he gulped a large amount of bread.
"I can do what I want. Projects suck, teachers suck, school sucks all together. I really don't want to be here. Gee, your lucky to have a demeanour like yours, all caring, all school worked up." Frank grumbled almost silent. He shoved the wrapping into his bag and brought his knees up to his chest.

Gerard wasn't like what Frank had described him as. He was small, timid and a prone to being shoved into lockers. He had a bitter hatred for the broken down building, he certainly didn't love it. He only cared about his grades so he could at least get college starting. The taller furrowed his eyes and flung the sandwich away, making Frank yell 'hey!'

"I'm not like that; school to me is a terrifying place. I only go for my grades and to get an opportunity to attend college. So shut the fuck up, you don't know anything about me,"

Gerard stood up, fist clenching, his knuckled turning ghost white. He was so infuriated with Frank now days; it was like he wasn't himself.
Frank stood up then, his face smothered with concern.

"Look I didn't..."

"Here," Gerard interrupted bluntly, fishing out Frank's blackberry phone and handing it to him. Frank took it, looking at it in confusion.

"Tell Jamia I said hi," Gerard had had enough. Frank cheating on him made him feel hollow, incomplete and so fucking crestfallen; it gives him second thoughts of committing. He didn't want to turn to that again, he made progress over the years to stop thinking suicide was the only answer in his life.

Big, fat watery tears streamed down his round face. His beautiful caramel orbs coated heavy and red. He turned around, sighed and walked back into the school.

Without Frank for once.