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 Dear Gerard Way from my Biology class, Oh my God, Gerard Way, from Biology, words cannot express my undying love for you I like you. Hell, I might even be inlove with you. Even though I've only spoken to you four times this whole year. Yeah, FOUR. I've been liking you ever since my eyes rested on your soft scalp, which I have been gazing hopelessly at all year. It's pretty pathetic haha. Your scalp is beautiful. You're beautiful. I blame you for making me fail Biology, your God damn scalp... I love the way you turn your head and gaze out the window in a drifting daze, and start biting at your chapped, full lips with boredom. I

To Gerard, it was hard looking away from Bert. He was his lover, his boyfriend, the love of his life, and just like that Frank had taken him away from him. It was hard to breathe, every breathe coming with a pang of agony afterwards. Tears streamed down his blood coated cheeks, and his split lip trembled. God, he wanted to go back. But…Bert would hurt him again. Bert would hit him, slap him. It was that that kept him in his seat. It was that that allowed him to go into the hospital and for Frank to patch him up. Apparently, he needed surgery. That's what the muffled voices were saying around him. It took him all of his might not to pass

Frank's P.O.V. The next few days with Travis went normal surprisingly.  He went to work everyday he was scheduled for and I cleaned up the house like I was suppose to.  It wasn't too big of a job, just laundry and dishes mostly but it was just the two of us so it didn't take long to finish up all the chores I was assigned for.  I often found myself bored and couldn't wait to start the job at the school.  I was going to start the next day and as I sat in my room watching TV, one Travis had hooked up for me, I thought about what it would be like.  I hoped I got along with the kid that I was suppose to work with and that I would be able to see

"GERARD!" I hear my mother wail as I walk up the stairs. My body is heavy to carry and nothing about me feels good. "What?" I ask opening the door. No reply. I roll my eyes. The dumb bitch can't hear. "WHAT?!" "Take out the fucking trash!" she commands from all the way upstairs. "Fine." I sigh and move into the kitchen grabbing the callapsing bag of garbage. The yellow bands of the black bag tighten around my fist and it rest on my leg as I pull it outside. When I open the door, a kid is standing there. "...What do you want?" I ask pushing the midget out of my way. "I... is Mikey here?" Frank stutters, following me out into the front

CHAPTER 4 – Can I Ask A Favor? When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that Gerard was still sleeping. I knew I needed to shower, but I didn't want to wake him when I got up. I removed my arm from around him and slowly slid out of bed. I tucked the blankets back in around him and made my way into the bathroom, trying to be as quick as I could in the shower. I was standing in front of the mirror with an old towel wrapped around my waist, bustling about in the bathroom, and apparently making noise. "F-Frank? Is that you?" I walked into the main room and saw Gerard sitting up, his black hair a mess, clutching the edge of his b