The wedding was tomorrow…….tomorrow......The word echoed through Frank’s mind…….tomorrow…..
  He sat alone in Mikey’s small apartment kitchen, looking down at his prized possesion, a small old guitar pick that the groom had given him many years ago…………Gerard Way…..
  Frank thought everything over, asking himself how it had all happened. He unraveled the story to the beginning, at that concert……that one concert, where the lights flashed down at the band and the fans screamed as the guitars cracked the still air in a joyous tune…….But there was the girl with one of the other bands, the one Gerard had met, the one that he would never stop talking about…..Lyn-Z was her name…She watched him closely, whispering into his ear as he passed and leaving a smile on his lips. The concert was a dream two years away, a dream that none of them ever woke up from……
  Frank remembered looking up at him as his fingers danced across the guitar, enriching the world and the souls of the fans that listened close. Gerard smiled with every word that emerged from his heart, he held his arms wide and offered the wind to take him away, believing that he just might be light enough…..Because he had just met…..the girl of his dreams…………two years……..tomorrow……
  Frank’s chest suddenly burst into heartache, he clutched it as it burned. It was then that his whole self knew that it had been too many times that he had cried himself to sleep at the two making love in the next room, it had been too many times that he had to sit through a movie while they showered one another in kisses……it had always been too much to bare….
  He burned. Acid stung from his blood, scraping down at his body with deadly claws. He breathed heavily as he lowered his head down onto the table top, still clutching his heart. He could feel his blood being burnt black with nothing left to burn…..
  Burn me……he thought…..Burn me…..just for Gerard…
  The flame slowly faded away; leaving him in ashes…He trembled as he arose from the table, and wiped the sweat from his brow with vibrating hands.
  “…………Frank….?” asked a small voice. It was Mikey, pale in shock. “Frank, are you okay?”
  He sat beside him at the table, biting his lip to cage his nervousness.
  Frank felt the oxygen rushing back into his lungs, he swallowed it in slowly. His lungs awoke from their ashes, returning Frank his burnt words.
  “……I’m okay…..” he answered, as if nothing had happened.
  “Are you sure? Your voice is kinda hoarse….”
  Frank looked away, trying to hide his tears, “Just kinda…….burnt out, I guess….”
  There was a short silence.
  “You gave me a little shocker there….I saw your head down on the table and thought you had passed out or something….”
  Frank didn’t answer.
  “We have to get up early to take Gerard to the church, why don’t you go to bed?”
  “…..It’s only 9:30….” answered Frank, barley audible.
  Mikey gazed at Frank for awhile, a spark of sympathy in his eyes, “I know it’s hard to let him go, buddy.” He patted his shoulder, and left.
  Franky sat lost in his thoughts. He felt sick to his stomach, and it became harder to breathe everyday. He felt empty…….Mike thought he understood, but he didn’t. Frank wasn’t letting Gerard go tomorrow, he was being torn away from him tomorrow…..
  With a heavy chest, Frank lifted himself up from his seat and carried himself to the couch in the living room. He collapsed at the first touch of the rough fabric, letting his body go completely limp.
  He looked out the window across the way, dreading for the light of the next day to fall through its dimmed glass.
  He remembered meeting Gerard for the first time right in that very living room. He could still feel when his heart stopped at the sight of him, and could still feel himself trembling in his mighty presence.
  It all seemed like it had happened yesterday, that one short moment when he first walked into that living room and found a great dark angel gazing out the small window.
  Frank’s eyes slowly fluttered closed at the peaceful memory of the one he loved.
  And for a short moment, there was peace, and happiness. For a short moment, Franky had all he wanted until the sun would rise.

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“Franky.” he called. “Franky………wake up……”
  It was faint, but one of the most beautiful sounds Frank had heard in a long time. “Frank……….we have to leave now…..”
  He reached down, stroking him gently, “Wake up.” it whispered.
  Frank’s eyes fluttered opened slowly to the waking call, “Frank, come on, we gotta go.”
  “Gerard?” Frank asked, as he sat up on the couch sleepily.
  Gerard stood over him, a duffle bag in one hand and the car keys in the other.
  “Gerard…..” yawned Frank, “……aren’t you supposed to be at your mom’s?”
“Shhhhh………..there’s no time to explain, we gotta go…..” In one swift move, Gerard lifted him up off the couch and into his arms.
  He rushed into the cool night air, and unlocked the car door quickly. He sat down in the driver’s seat with Frank in his lap and revved the motor with a turn of the ignition.
  Gerard threw the duffle bag in the passenger’s seat and they were off.
  He drove away from the city, out into the country, farther and farther away from where they were supposed to be.
  “Gerard, where are we going?” Frank asked softly.
  “Go back to sleep, babe. I’ll let you know when we get there.”
  Frank glanced at the clock: 11:30.
  Where did they have to go at 11:30 at night, and the night before Gerard’s wedding?
  “But I wanna stay up……..with you……”
  “Suit yourself….”replied Gerard softly.
  They continued to drive into the night in silence.
  Frank looked up at Gerard, who was still holding him in his arms. His fingers played with the hem of Gerard’s shirt, stroking it gently and entwining it in his thin fingers.
  Slowly Frank fell asleep to Gerard’s chest and fell into a comfortable darkness, and slept.




  Frank had been asleep for awhile now, and Gerard was afraid to move and wake him from his rest.
  Gerard missed Frank’s small fingers dancing over his collar bone. He glanced down at him, just wanting to see if he was there, just to make sure if he was real.
  He looked back to the road. Their destination wasn’t much farther, just about 2 more minutes down the road and on the left……
  He turned, stopping at a small, empty hotel.
  Frank gave a small moan as Gerard lifted him out the car, “……Gee……Gerard? Gerard, we’re there?”
  “Yeah, we’re there, babe. We’re there……”
  The inside of the hotel was small and shabby; Frank could smell the dust on the low counter.
  “Keep your head down, okay?” Gerard whispered.
  Frank quickly did as he was told, turning his head onto Gerard’s chest.
  “Can I help you?” asked a woman behind the counter.
  “A room, please….”
  “For two?” she asked.
  He nodded.
  She handed him a key with three small numbers engraved on the front, “That’ll be ten for the night.” Gerard handed her a ten dollar bill, and left.
  He climbed up the set of stairs, Frank in his arms and the duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He set Frank down on his feet after about three flights of stairs in front of a room atop a high balcony.
  Franky looked out and above the balcony to see where Gerard had taken him. The stars glittered down onto the land, the high moon light the hills as it sat atop its throne in the sky.
  Gerard had taken him deep into the country, far away from public civilization and into the quiet.
  Far off in a cradle of bunched hills beneath the horizon Frank spotted the city, it’s glimmering lights glinting one-by-one in an offbeat pattern.
  Gerard watched Frank, his heart sinking into his chest. This was everything that he ever wanted, everything that he had looked for his entire life…..He had bled and wept for it, only to find that he’d had it for years…..
  Frank looked out onto the hills, the gates guarding the horizon. How he dreaded for the sun to rise over that gate, how he dreaded for a drop of dead sunlight from the day to bleach his heavy heart.
  Tears welled up in his eyes, sliding down his cheeks. Frank clutched the railing of the balcony with sweaty palms, desperately telling himself not to cry. He couldn’t bare revealing his weakness to Gerard, he could never give him the burden of his sorrow.
  But it was too much. Frank’s shoulders shook violently as he wept softly letting his tears drop onto the rusty railing.
  He bit his lip hard, still trying to hide his gentle sobs. He held his head in his hands, trying to hide himself away from the one he wanted most.
  He spoke, fearing Gerard’s touch, “……….You b-brake my heart……”
  Frank could feel Gerard behind him, running his perfect fingers down his spine, tracing lines in his vibrating back.
  “No….” Frank cried, pulling away from him. His sudden love was poisoning to him, it seemed to sting his fragile body at his very presence.
  “D-Don’t do this to m-me….” Frank could feel himself melting as his legs turned to liquid, and leaned against the tear-drenched railing.
  Gerard stood next to him, holding his chin high to the stars. He couldn’t look down, he couldn’t watch his very own heart brake……Frank…Frank was his heart…..
Gerard could feel him shaking next to him, he heard his tears splash down on the pavement below them……He was letting his soul shatter with every tear.
  He looked out to the rolling, black hills, “I wish I could stop the sun in its place……” Already, he had said too much.
  Frank looked up at him, and saw him looking out into the world. He didn’t know how to reply; those few words meant so many different things…..
   “Ever since I was a kid I’d always kept an eye out for my “true love”……”
  He paused, turning toward Frank.
  “……Then I met Lyn-Z…..”
  Frank scooted away, before he was caught by Gerard. He held him close, looking deep into his eyes.
  “….I thought she was what I was looking for….”
  Frank couldn’t push away; he had become weak in Gerard’s arms. He was hopeless. Hopelessly in love, hopelessly depressed……Hopeless….
  “But after I asked her to marry me…..I didn’t feel like I thought I should’ve….” He bushed some loose hair away from Frank’s tear-stained face, “……..but then I noticed you were different…..You flinched nearly every time I was near you…..You slept a lot…..
  Frank broke. It was true, Frank couldn’t stand being close to him…..it was to sickening….so wrong…..
  Gerard leaned down, whispering his last words in Frank’s ear, “….It was then that I realized that I had my true love with me all along…………I love you…….”
  Frank’s heart immediately split in two, “I-I can’t have you….” he cried into Gerard’s chest. “You’re a-all I’ve ever possibly w-wanted…..And I-I can’t h-have you…..”
  He kissed Frank’s lips, “I’ve always been yours…” He wiped the tears away from his face, and kissed his lips once more.
  Frank pulled away, his breathing already heavy. Gerard pulled him back onto his lips, his kiss a bit rougher. He moaned as he ran his tongue over the other’s passionately.
  He pulled him backward towards the door, not letting him go. They tumbled into the small hotel room, landing on the one bed in the far corner. Frank was already shirtless, Gerard’s shirt half-way unbuttoned.
  “I love you.” Frank whispered onto his lips.
  Gerard pulled the sheets over their heads, rushing to beat the sun.


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Gerard woke slowly, the sun glimmering through the small window across the room.
He scanned the floor of the room where their clothes had been shed, and released a tired sigh.
Frank was still there in his arms, his bare skin against his own.
He glanced at the clock: 6:00 exactly.
He carried himself off his resting place and away from his lover, and dressed himself quickly. He leaned over his sleeping partner, “I’ll be back…” he whispered, kissing his forehead. He left the hotel, back to the city, leaving a sleeping Frank behind……


  Frank snuggled up to Gerard lovingly, and was surprised to find that he did not receive a kiss in return. Frank’s eyes fluttered open, “…..Gee?” he asked.
  He sat up, looking around the room. Where was he?
  His heart stopped……….The wedding….
  “GERARD!!” he called. No answer.
  He scrambled to dress himself, hurrying out the door. He looked down off the balcony to the parking lot…….the car was gone. Immediately tears emerged, “No…..”
  He raced down to the front desk, his words slurred from his mouth in a long string, the manager could barely understand him, “H-Have you seen a pale, d-dark haired man leave here this morning from room 419?” he asked frantically.
  The man at the desk tortured him by taking a moment to think, “Uhhh……yeah, he left here about an hour ago….”
  His heart dropped to his stomach…….he left?
  He rushed out to the parking lot, there were several cars parked in the dusty road, but none of them familiar….
  Frank spotted a young woman smoking a cigarette, leaning against the back of a sturdy looking pick up.
  “HEY!!” he called, rushing toward her.
  “Yeah?” she asked.
  He took a deep breath, knowing she was going to refuse, “I need your car.”
  Her eyebrows rose, “What do you need my truck for?”
  He needed to make a long story short, and fast, “ImetthismanandIfellinlovewithhimandhetookmehereandwemade- lovelastnightandIwannabewithhimforeverandeverbuthe’sgettingmarriedinanhourandIneedyoutrucktostopthewedding andcommitmyeternallovetohim.”
She stared for a short moment, “Can you repeat that? I didn’t quite get it….”
Frank screamed in frustration, “I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE MAN OF MY DREAMS AND HE’S GETTING MARRIED IN LESS THAN AN HOUR AND I NEED YOUR DAMN TRUCK TO STOP THE WEDDING AND COMMIT MY ETERNAL LOVE TO HIM!!!!”
  Her face remained blank, “Bring it back filled up.” She tossed him the keys, “Have fun.”
  He scrambled into the driver’s seat. As he peeled out of the dusty lot, he shouted to her as she watched him leave, “YOU’RE INVITED TO MY WEDDING!!!”
  She replied with a thumb up, the cigarette hanging from her mouth.
  He zoomed through the highway, leaving clouds of kicked up dust behind him.


Officer Blake Davis sat in his police cruiser when his radio buzzed, “We’ve got a runner coming down highway 12. He’s speeding at a near 100 miles an hour and not slowing down…..We’re gonna need some back up….”
  He burst down the road, siren whooping at full sound. There it was: a pick up zooming towards town. He stopped the cruiser in its tracks; he blazed the microphone and shouted a warning, “YOU ARE ORDERED BY THE LAW TO STOP IMMEIDIATELY. IF YOU REFUSE, WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO USE DEADLY WEAPONS AGAINST YOU.”
  Nothing. The small truck continued to charge down the road.
  He spoke clearly into the small radio, “We’re gonna need some back up………now.”
  From where he stood, he could hear several sirens burst into the air, blazing down the road.
  He turned, jumping into the cruiser. They were all behind him, and ready to fight.
  The small pick up zoomed past them, and the chase began.
  Frank glared down the road, half terrified and half furious.
  Eight cop cruisers followed him, shouting warnings.
  I gotta lose ‘em…..he thought. Without hesitation, he revved a quick U-turn and received several swearing fits through the microphones.
  He quickly turned back around, zig-zagging through the maze of police cruisers. He worked the engine to the core, reaching it’s official top speed.
  They were officially in the outer skirts of town, now he had streets…..
  He screeched onto a short cut to the church, cutting a red light. Vehicles honked and walkers dodged when he ran corners. They were still hot on his tail, he bit his lip, How do they get so good at this shit?
  He glanced at the rear view mirror, glaring back at them. He screeched on another turn, and there it was; the church.
  The truck screeched to a full stop in the church parking, missing the back of a small Volkswagen by inches. The roaring cruisers stopped behind him, still shouting warnings. They had him surrounded; cops emerged from their seats, guns aimed.
  He crouched down in his chair, hiding himself. Tears slid down his face, “……Gerard….” He cried, “….Gerard, my love……….save me…….”
  He looked up at the handle of the door. It was his chance, his one way ticket to either A; his true love and happy ending, or B; his death in a hail of bullets………
  His hand stroked it, the barked warnings of the angry cops ringing in his ears. He gripped it…….and counted, “……1……..”
  There was a hard pang in the side of the car, a large bullet hole was burnt in the door, missing his arm by a narrow inch, “…………..2……..”
  “THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING. REMOVE YOURSELF FROM THE VEHICLE WITH YOUR ARMS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM OR WILL RETREIVE YOU BY FORCE.”
  “………..3…………”



“Do you, Gerard Arthur Way, take this Lindsey to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and health, through richer or poorer, through good and bad?”
  He felt all their eyes boring their eyes into the back of his neck, all expecting the answer he only dreaded. He couldn’t do it…….it hurt too much….
  He glanced at her. She was so beautiful and happy, so pure and innocent……..but none of them, not even she, was supposed to be where they were…..
  He bit his lip, “I……” He was interrupted by a horrid screeching of tires from the street, and several buzzing sirens. “THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING. REMOVE YOURSELF FROM THE VEHICLE WITH YOUR ARMS UP WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM OR WE WILL RETRIEVE YOU BY FORCE.”
  They all stared every relative and attendant at the wedding as Gerard Way left his bride, racing down the aisle to the front door and out to the parking lot.
  They all followed him, one-by-one, every dreamy child, every stiff grandparent, every prettied up woman……all out into the sun.
  Amongst them was his “bride” and her family, as was his family and friends. But of them all, there was three men; Michael Way, Bob Bryar, and Ray Toro.
  At what every individual’s reaction, there were three that smiled; those three friends. They did not scream in anguish like the distressed bride, they did not gasp like the disgusted elders………..They smiled softly, watching the two lovers unite in a passionate embrace.
  “You didn’t think I’d actually marry someone other than my true love, did you?” Gerard whispered.
  Frank gazed at him, stroking his face lovingly, “…….You had me thinking twice there for a minute, I must admit….”
  Gerard smiled, “I love you.”
  And the groom kissed his groom and they all lived happily ever after…..Though they ended up paying a very expensive speeding ticket….
  


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