10 Days

[PART 1: PROLOGUE]

Ah, yes. This is where the story begins, isn't it? Well... sort of. Here, let me explain:

Frank Iero and Gerard Way, the two best friends throughout daycare, elementary school, middle school and the first 2 years of high school. 'Why only the first 2 years?' you ask. Here's where it get complicated.

Throughout all of elementary school Frank and Gerard were inseparable. You'd find them everywhere together.

In middle school they became closer, staying nights with each other. They never left each other sides. They even changed in the same stall when it was gym class.

But when high school came around they still did it... for the first year.  When they first were freshmen, they didn't know exactly why doing what they were doing was 'wrong'. It wasn't wrong, it was very right. Right for them.

After the beginning of their sophomore year rumours started to spread. People who didn't know any better started to hurt Gerard— emotionally. When the two were seen together nicknames would surface.

Names like 'fag Magee', 'sluts', 'gaylords', and other shitty things. After the second semester surfaced Frank and Gerard did the unthinkable.

They kissed.

But only for Frank to strike Gerard's face immediately after. A fight soon broke out, and the two were never seen together again. Frank would often cry for hours every night, for the rest of his sophomore year.

Gerard would cry and complain to his brother — Mikey — how much he hated, and missed Frank. These habits never broke until junior year. They finally got over it and a raging fire, full of hate, surfaced in both of them.

Hate would be an understatement. They despised each other. They'd trip each other in the hall way, watch each other fall then laugh hysterically as the other scrambled to their feet.

But once Frank fell and hit his nose, blood spurted out. Gerard, being completely unaware, just laughed like he always did. Frank got up and let out a low "You fucker." as he slapped Gerard in the same spot he had nearly a year ago.

Gerard was so over whelmed with emotion. He wanted to cry so badly, and so he did just that.

He ran to the nearest washroom and slid down the stall door as he cried for the next 5 periods. Somewhere in the 2 hours he pulled out a silver blade and let it kiss his skin. Once school ended and the final bell rang, he ran to find his brother. He saw him talking to Frank.

He didn't care that Frank was right there. He just ran and hugged his brother. "Whoa, Gerard. Why didn't I see you at physics today?"
"I couldn't." Those two words always meant Frank.
"Alright. Let's get you ho- oh my god. Gerard. You said you wouldn't! Why? It's been two months since last time! I thought you were clean! I do not want to wake up at 2 in the morning to find you nearly dead again. Understand? Give me your razors when you get home. Go. Now. I'll see you in ten, alright?" Frank stared at his wrist.

His mouth hung ajar and he had to stop himself from grabbing him, telling him he was sorry for everything. He wanted to tell Gerard he loved him. He wanted everything to be fine. He wanted Gerard to be around him. But most of all he wanted to kiss Gerard again.

Every risk, nickname, insult, shove and push was worth feeling Gerard against his lips. Gerard caught Frank looking at him and yanked his sleeve down. "Don't fucking look." He snapped before pushing Frank and running out the building.

Mikey and Frank stood in silence until Frank spoke quickly. "What have I done?" Was all that escaped his lips.
"You have no idea what you do to him!" Mikey nearly screamed before giving Frank a hard enough shove to knock him to the ground, before running to find his brother. They were 16.

That leads us to here. Today, May 30th, 8 years after no contact with either of the Ways, Frank was approached by one.

"You look familiar."
"So do you."
"You got a name?"
"Frank, Frank Iero."
"What the fuck are you doing here?"