Rock-Star-Catalog

Fandom: My Chemical Romance Pairing: Frerard (Frank Iero/Gerard Way) POV: Frank I hate school dances. It's just a place for sweaty kids to jump around, make out, cop a feel, practically have sex, get drunk, and act like fools. I, on the other hand, would rather do all that shit somewhere else. Somewhere where you're not flocked by teachers and kids you hate. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to have someone's tongue down your throat while your History teacher is watching? I would expect it to be. And it'd be weird being drunk around your teachers, while they're probably drunk too. No doubt some moron spiked the punch before I got the chance to.

“I'm coooold, Frankie!” Gerard complained, puffs of frozen breath clouding the air around him. “Aww, come on, Gee.  Quit being such a baby, I'm almost done.”  Frank clapped his hands giggling, “Okay, now you can look.” Gerard turned around and looked where Frank was pointing.  His grumpy look was soon replaced with a toothy grin.  “Aw, Frankie, I love it!” Frank had made a huge heart in the snow, using his feet.  In the center he had written “I love you Gee!”.  Gerard threw his arms around Frank placing tiny kisses all over his icy

**Frank's POV** I sighed to myself, slumping onto the couch in the living room. My boyfriend was in the next room, singing quietly to himself as he went about his business. I glared in his direction, sighing louder to get his attention. "Frankie, my love, what's the matter?" Gerard sang, wandering into the room with a small smile gracing his lips. "Nothing, Gee," I muttered, huffing dramatically. He smirked at me, then bent over my body and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Let's get rid of that pout then, shall we?" He responded, brushing my hair off my face. I frowned up at him, crossing my arms. "Easier said than done, I retorted, then

  I had always carried this notebook around with me everywhere. I kept it with me in case something interesting happened around me, or if I get a sudden urge to draw and I didn't have my sketchpad on me. This notebook could easily reflect my life in high school...although not all of it was just me. My best friend in the whole world, Frank would sometimes 'borrow' my notebook and make a silly doodle or write me a private message or something. Frank was the only one who ever saw my notebook's contents. Even my little brother, Mikey never read it. But I had a different notebook that only I saw; a journal of sorts. It had my deepest darkest sec

 "Frankie! I'm home~!" Gerard called, placing his keys on one of the hooks by the door. His boyfriend came rushing out from a spare room, wearing an apron covered in dried paint and sawdust. Frank wrestled the dirty apron off and threw it in the basket of clothes to be washed. Gerard chuckled as he watched the smaller man fight with the apron. Once he got it off, Frank ran up to his boyfriend and tackled him in a huge hug. "I missed you~! How was work?" Frank rested his chin on Gerard's chest and gazed up at him like a puppy whose owner just came home from vacation. Gerard sighed and wrapped his arms around Frank's tiny figure. "Still no

“You homophobic son of a bitch! I hate you! I fuckin’ hate you,” I yelled at my father, slamming my bedroom door with my back. I slid down and hit the floor. Tears were seeping from my tightly shut eyes. I had come out to my father and he lashed out at me. I always knew I was gay deep down inside. My stomach would never do flips when I saw girls in bathing suits or in ads. I always knew that I loved men. They were just much more appealing to me. They ranged from hunky to lanky and it always drove me wild. That's what drew me in when I first saw, my now boyfriend, Gerard. He was much taller than me and pretty well built. He wa

Gerard lay in his bunk. He couldn't sleep. He had tried, he really had, but he had something on his mind. It was the eleventh of September. He remembered the event a few years ago, so long ago, so far away, yet such vivid flashes in his mind. He was drawing two tall buildings by the light of a streetlamp outside his window. A loud rumble reverbrated through the sky. A flash of light, then darkness. No light, not even from the streetlamp. "Shit." The word did not leave Gerard's lips. He jumped when he heard it. It couldn't be Mikey, he would've freaked out about the lightening by now. It didn't come from above him, so it coudn't be Ray He co