Frerard :This Is Reality: 3

FRANK'S POV

The day passed surprisingly fast. Before I knew it, I was hastily throwing my books in my bag, giving Gerard a one armed hug, and racing out the door. I practically skipped home. Not only was Gerard gorgeous and an amazing artist, but we had so many similar interests. Comics, video games, music. We also both loved autumn. Me because I loved lying on the grass and watching as the leaves fell from the trees. Gerard because the season gave him so many artistic inspirations.
   I shoved my key in the lock, twisting it. I was so elated I smiled at the sound of jingling keys. I shouldered the door open and dropped my keys in a bowl by the door. "Mama! I'm home!"
   "I'm in the kitchen," she replied.
   I walked in and hopped up on the counter. "Hey, Mama."
   She raised her eyebrows suspiciously. "Why are you so smiley?"
   I exhaled dreamily. "Ah… Gerard Way."
   "Who?" my mom asked.
   "This totally incredible boy from school," I said. My mother knew I was bi. I told her the second I fell for a boy at my old school. Didn't turn out too well and that is why I am at Pencey Prep.
   "Oh…" my mom said drawing out the word. "Is he cute?"
   "Gorgeous," I said with another dreamy sigh. I leaned back against the cabinets, the wood groaning under my weight. "And he's an amazing artist. Just… incredible. You would love him, I assure you."
   "Now, Frank," she said cautiously, and I knew what was coming. "You do remember what happened at your old school, right Honey?"
   "Yes, Mama, I do." I frowned. "I'm not even gonna try that. If he wants to be just friends, I'll admire from afar."
   "Honey, I don't want you to be miserable… It's just… I don't want that to happen again, okay?" she said, patting my knee.
    I shook my head. "No, Mama, I know."



GERARD'S POV

I was done arguing with myself. I was through with it. I couldn't just keep going back and forth inside my head. It was going to drive me crazy.
   I liked Frank Iero.
   I sat at my desk, sketching an angel. I was done fighting it. I like Frank Iero. He was perfect in every way. Well… except his height, but even that I found amazing about him.
   "Gerard!" my mother called from the living room. "Honey, Grandma Elena is here!"
   I smiled, closing my sketchbook and dropping the pencil I had been holding. "Coming!" I replied, racing toward the living room. I crashed into my gramma's arms, burying my face in her shoulder like I was a kid again.
   She patted my back, chuckling lightly. "Easy, Bambino. I may need those ribs some day!"
   I pulled away, kissing her cheek. "Sorry, Gramma, I haven't seen you in ever."
   "I know, I know… It's all my fault, too," she said sadly, looking down at her hands in her lap.
   My mother sat on the couch beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Tell him, Mamma. He needs to know."
   I glanced nervously between my grandmother and my mom. "What are you talking about?"
   My grandmother looked up, her mouth stretching in a solemn smile. "I have some terrible news, Bambino."
   "L-Like what?" I asked anxiously.
   My grandmother sighed. "I've been diagnosed with cancer. Because of my age… I only have so much time left."
   "Y-Y-You're dying?" I stammered, tears hot in my eyes.
   My grandma nodded, averted her eyes. "I… I'm sorry, Gerard." She clapped her hands down on her knees, smiling brightly like she always did. "How about we hear that wonderful voice of yours, eh, Bambino?" she asked hopefully.
   I shook my head and wrapped my arms lightly around her shoulders. "Oh, Grandma, I'm gonna miss you so much."



FRANK'S POV

"Frank!" my mother hollered from downstairs. "Get your lazy ass down here and eat your dinner."
   I groaned, rolling off of my stomach. I had been reading a comic and listening to Green Day, but I crashed.
   I didn't know how close to the edge of the bed I was, but I was pretty damn close. I rolled off the mattress and landed on my back on the floor. I landed with a heavy thud and a loud yelp of pan and surprise.
   "What the hell was that?" my mom asked.
   I rubbed my lower back. "I fell off the bed!" I replied. I got to my feet, still massaging my back. I groaned as I trotted down the stairs. As I stepped into the kitchen, my mother burst into a fit of laughter. I glared at her. "It isn't funny!"
   She shook her head and ran her fingers through my hair. "You look like you just woke up."
   I narrowed my eyes. "I did."