Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> My Chemical Romance
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Frank's First Kiss
“First kiss; with who and where?” The interviewer known as Leah Miller of Much Music
asked me. I laughed.
“That was actually how I met Bob,” She raised her eyebrows at me but I was lost in the
“Hey Mom, I'm going to the ice-cream parlour,” I said to my Mom.
Walking into the kitchen, all glammed up with my new red t-shirt and my black skinny jeans. She
nodded and got back to pealing the potatoes for my Dad.
“Thanks, I dunno when I'll get back…”I started but she cut me off.
“Sure Frankie, I remember last time when you got drunk, passed out on the couch with that
guy called…oh what was his name…”
“It's Gerard Mom, and I don't like him anymore, we're just friends,” I replied.
“Yeah,” My Mom said rolling her eyes “I'll believe that when I see
“Whatever Mom, See ya later,” I replied walking out of the kitchen and up into my
bedroom. Collecting my cell phone and my wallet. I paused to check on my make-up, I had
black X's over my eyes and some red eyeliner too. I smiled, happy with my
Soon I was on my way to the ice-cream parlour, getting a load of stares off people. God is
it like people in New Jersey have never seen a fifteen year old boy wearing make-up? I
arrived at the ice-cream parlour to see Gerard and Mikey sitting around a table, talking. I
walked through the swing doors of the parlour and noticed my ex, Jason. Oh crap! He was walking
towards me. His short blonde hair over one eye and the black eyeliner surrounding his bright
green eyes. I'd always been a sucker for the `emo' stereotype guys.
“Oh hey Frank!” He said loudly, sounding very bitchy on my name.
“I don't need this Jason,” I replied, trying to get to Gerard's and Mikey's table.
They had stopped talking and where looking at me. I smiled thinly back at them.
“Oh you don't need me Frank? Huh? After two months?” He questioned me. I sighed
“Yes Jason, I don't need you, get over
yourself!” I spat back, turning away from him. He sighed angrily and tapped me on the back. I
turned around quickly and I was greeted with an iron-hard fist in my face. I gasped and
clutched my cheek, damn it hurt.
“Motherfucker!” I screamed and dived at him, repeatedly punching him.
“Frank, stop.” I voice behind me said.
“No but's Frank, stop.” He replied. I sighed and stopped punching him. He fell to his
knees and whimpered in pain. I started to turn away but I turned and looked at him one last time.
That's when I kicked him right where it hurts. I stormed out of the ice-cream parlour, followed
shortly by Gerard and Mikey.
“Frank, It'll be alright,” Mikey said as soon as he saw me crying. I shook my head
“You don't need guys like him,” Gerard said, trying to make me feel better. I shut my
eyes, trying to get his voice out of my head. Mom was right; she'll believe it when she sees it. I
still liked Gerard, I mean he's what? Almost 17? He doesn't like me anymore.
“Frank?” Gerard asked. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him.
“You err, spaced out,” He replied. I nodded and got up from the stone wall; my butt
was uncomfortable anyway.
“So you guys wanna continue with our usual plans?” Mikey asked.
“If Frank wants to,” Gerard replied and looked over at me. I nodded.
“Okay then,” Mikey said, smiling.
Gerard led us, like always, to the back of the club. We only got in because he worked there, and
had the keys to the back. Legally he wasn't supposed to have the keys, but his Dad trusted him with
his job. Soon we where in the club and as always Gerard was at the bar with his fake ID. The alcohol
is gonna be the death of him one of these days. Mikey was dancing like an escaped mental patient on
the dance floor. I'll bet he didn't even know the band that was playing. And
little old me, sitting in the corner looking at random guys that would never be interested in me;
just like a pervert. This one guy was simply stunning. His blonde hair flopping over one eye, a lip
ring (like mine), gorgeous blue eyes and a great body build. He would never be interested in a
short, skinny, black haired, pansy who wore make-up. I ran a hand over where Jason had hit
me, it was still swollen. One of these days he's gonna pay for everything he's done to me, if not
it'll be the death of me. I hadn't realised in my deep thinking that the stunning guy was sitting
right next to me.
“Will you pass me that coaster?” A strange voice asked me.
“Huh?” I asked and looked at who had asked me the question. I looked straight into
those blue eyes.
“I said, will you pass me that coaster?” He replied politely. I nodded and gave him a
“Thanks,” He said, putting his beer down on it. Damn! He was old enough to drink, aka
at least 21!
“So what's your name?” He asked me.
“Frank,” I paused. Why did he want to know this? “What's yours?”
“Bob,” He replied. I smiled. At least now I knew his name.
“You're not from around here are you?” I asked, noticing his different accent. He
nodded and smiled.
“Yeah, I'm from Chicago,” Bob replied. I nodded.
After a few more minuets we knew a lot more about each other. He knew my favourite colour, I knew
his. I knew how old he was -15, he MUST have a fake ID- and he knew how old I was. He knew what I
absolutely hated, and I knew what he loved. We got along pretty well for strangers.
“Are you gay, bi or straight?” He asked.
“Ummm, will you call me if I told you?” I asked. He shook his head.
“No, I haven't got a problem with gays or bi's at all,” He replied.
“Okay, I'm gay,” I paused. “So which one are you?”
“Gay too,” He answered. That raised my hopes completely, I felt so much happier.
“Can I ask, why have you got a big red mark on your cheek?” He asked me. I hung my
“My ex-boyfriend…” I whispered and looked back up into those sympathetic blue
“Aww it'll be okay Frankie,” He replied, hugging me close. I smiled thinly and
snuggled into him. As I said before, we get along pretty well for strangers. As I looked back up to
him, he kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss, with tongues involved and it was like love bundled
up into one little muscle.
“Frank!” Gerard waved his hand in front of my face. I jumped.
“Huh?” I asked. Gerard sighed and turned back to the interviewer.
“Sorry, he always spaces out,” He said. I smiled widely.
Just a random one off I did.
I was just reading some random MCR quotes and this one made me laugh, so I made a little story out
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