The Chasing of Moons

To Brony Or Not To Brony

"What if you don't want to hear what it is I have to say?" Frank asks.

"Then we'll push you off the jungle gym," Pete says, and looks over at Brendon who nods. "Yeah, if you're not exciting enough then we'll push you off the thing."

"Why is that supposed to make me feel any better?" Frank asks.

"Because you know that we're here for you with whatever, bro," Brendon says, "unless, you're like, an arsonist or a murderer or something, then I think I have permission to maybe not wanna hang with you."

"Right! So as long as you're not into fire or homicide, we're here for you," Pete says. "Or if you try to tell us you're a Brony."

"Ew, yeah, agreed. If you're a Brony we can't be friends anymore. I mean, I'll come visit you in prison if you're into murdering people, that's fine, but like, nope, I can't accept the other thing, I don't even want to say the word because I might puke in my mouth if I do."

"Wow, okay so none of the above," Frank says.

Pete makes a 'phew' sound and acts out wiping his brow of sweat, "dodged a bullet there, didn't we?"

"You guys are weirdos," Frank says, doing his best to stable his heartbeat. He looks around him, and right now, they're the only two people at the park aside from the kids on the swings and their mom, who's out of earshot to hear them anyway.

Frank considers for an extremely long moment, feeling the sun beating down on his head like an oven, and he feels his skin get all prickly with fear at the thought of it, but he thinks that now would be a good time. Now would be a great time to just say it. To just come out with it and, well... come out.

But every time that Frank tries, his body stops him in some way or another. Either his voice just up and leaves him, or his throat closes up, or his sweat glands overact, or he's got to puke, or something else disastrous. Right now, he feels his hand shaking, shaking like he can't keep it still even when he puts it between his thighs to calm himself down, it's still shaking, making him feel like he's in the middle of an earthquake.

He doesn't have to say all of it, he can just say a quick 'I'm gay' and be done with the whole thing. He doesn't have to be the crazy homosexual who believes his future husband traveled back in time to sleep with him. He can just leave that part out. That doesn't need to ever be spoken to anyone ever. Well, Gerard at some point, because otherwise there's no way for him to go back in time to do the thing.

Why does this have to be such a big deal? Why does he have to even announce it, why does the world have to just assume he's straight? Why is that fair? Why can't he just be Frank? He doesn't want to be gay or the guy who isn't straight, he just wants to be someone who likes boys and doesn't have to deal with the abnormality of that. Loads of people like boys, girls are allowed to, everyone assumes they all do, why is it so weird that Frank does too? Why can't it just be seen as normal? Frank doesn't understand or like the incongruity of it all, he just wants to have a fucking boyfriend and be done with it. He wants to just ask Gerard Way the fuck out and buy him a mountain of candy or popcorn or whatever he wants in the world.

Frank thinks he'd be a good boyfriend. He can see himself, picture how great he'd treat whoever he's dating. That whoever used to be a faceless body, but now it's Gerard. He'd be such a fantastic boyfriend to Gerard. He would watch any movie in the world with him, buy him dinner, win him stuffed animals in claw machines or at fairs, beat the shit out of him in Mario Kart and then make up for it by giving him the best sex ever, he'd do it all. He would be the perfect boyfriend. He would buy Gerard anything, and hold his hand everywhere, and tell him he looks cute when they wake up, and he would bake for him, and write him post it notes to tell him how much he loves him, and he would seriously dominate him at every game they ever play, even if it's fucking Uno, and he wouldn't apologize for it. He would just be everything Gerard needs from him, in any fashion that he can.