Woooo, chapter 12, so we've only got 3 more written up!!! I think it's time for another drafting session XD.

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This Ain't a Sin Chapter 12

Franks P.O.V

Phil our manager, came into the room and told us he'd booked us into a hotel not far from here.

"Guys I'm gonna go now, I feel really tired." I said standing up and walking to the door.

"I'll call you a taxi Frank." Phil replied, then he dialed some number on his phone and left the room. He came back a few minutes later and said, "It'll be here in about 10 minutes." I nodded.

"I'm gonna go wait outside, see ya back at the hotel guys, nice meeting you Mikey." I said waving slightly, then I turned to Gerard. "See ya around Mister Way." I said grinning, he smiled back then followed me out the room. "Oh god, are you going to rape me now?" I asked jokingly.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Gerard questionned amused.

"Yea, but it's not rape if you want it!" I said winking at Gerard, he just simply rolled his eyes at me. And continued to follow me, I sighed."Gerard I'm alright, I'll be alright, you can go. I'm a big boy now, I can deal with things on my own."

"I know, but I don't want you to get lonely." He replied looking down.

I sighed, "Come on then." He smiled and we walked out of the building. 

Fuck it's cold out here. Once we were outside we stood by the road, I was looking around and noticed a black car parked outside the club. I squinted my eyes, and noticed there were three people sitting in the car, at that sight I immediatly tensed up. I kept my gaze forward, my eyes wide, Gerard must have seen where I was looking because not long after he grabbed my hand and squeezed it reassuringly. I looked at him and he spoke, "What's wrong?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

I swallowed what felt like a golfball sized lump in my throat then replied with "N-nothing." Gerard looked at me unconvinced by my answer. 


Gerards P.O.V

The taxi finally pulled up, Frank looked up at me said goodbye and stepped into the taxi closing the door behind him. I could see Frank looking through the opposite window worriedly and I couldn't help the feeling that I was abandoning him. He smiled weakly at me and waved as the car revved up, ready to pull away. I got an awful feeling in my stomach, and involuntarily opened the door and crawled into the back seat next to him.

"What the?!" He looked at me with a confused, but relieved expression on his face.

"I think you should tell me what's wrong!" I exclaimed, looking deep into his eyes.

"It's nothing, don't worry, now get out." He laughed as he tried kicking me out of the now closed door.

"Stop it! Ya little shit! And no, i'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong!"

He looked solemly at me, it was like a lost, little boy. "I-It was.. Okay well if you're refusing to leave. When we were standing, y'know waiting for the taxi there was this car.." But before he could finish I had to stop him as the taxi began to pull away.

"Umm Excuse me.. I'm not going anywhere! I'm just talking to my friend then getting out!" But by now we were speeding along the main road. 

"STOP THE FUCKING TAXI!! I need to get out! I'm not going anywhere you idiot!" I shouted from the back of taxi, leaning forward towards the driver.

"Sorry mate but we're on the road now, and seen as we're moving, I doubt you wanna jump out, am I right?" The driver said looking back at me and Frank.

He was fairly big built, with a blonde side fringe and had a nose and lip ring.

"Oh cool! I have a lip ring! Well I did, untill someone ripped it out!" Frank said, looking over at me, and pulling the lip ring from his blood-stained pockets.

The Driver sat looking at me in the wing mirror accusingly. I caught a glimpse of this and suddenly realised what he was thinking.

"SHIT! No! I didn't do it! God! I've only just met him!" I bellowed, earning risen eyebrows from both the driver and Frank. "Oh God," I mumbled under my breathe with a sigh, and began staring out of the window. I could feel Frank looking at me, but didn't turn around, he put his hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off, which slightly angered him.

"Yeah he's just embarrassed." I heard him say sarcastically from behind me. I half turned my head towards him, then back again.

"Why's that then?" The driver questioned

"Well, he's my whore and he isn't very sociable so things like this fuck up his head." He replied with an obvious smirk on his face.

I gasped and quickly turned around to face him. "YOU FUCKING WHAT?!" I shouted at him. I sat staring, open mouthed, looking at Frank then the Driver, Frank then the driver continually until they both burst out laughing.

"I know your not, don't worry! Take a joke dude! And yeah I'm Bob by the way." The driver said sniggering slightly. "And you are?"

"I'm Frank." He said raising his hand, "and this is my man-whore Mister Way!"

"Gerard!" I snapped quickly

"Yeah Gerard Way.. Mister Way.. Same thing!" Frank replied shrugging.

"Well nice to meet you both." Bob said as he pulled up at our stop. "Oh doesn't time fly when you're having fun." He smirked. Frank opened the taxi door and stepped out whilst thanking Bob, and began walking away.

"Frank?! The cab.. you need to pay him." I said to him, also stepping out of the car.

"Uh-uh! You can treat me.. you pay." He said laughing, and then ran into the hotel.

The bastard!

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A/N *insert dramatic drumroll here* Yea that my friends was chapter 12, so comments and concrit are love,

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Yea I'm making a new account on here, so this is the last chapter I'm posting on this jounal, the rest of the story will be on my new account. My new account name is quirky_anecdote, it's a lyric from one of my favourite songs, by The Wombats.

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Previous chapter
 

This is something I wrote ages ago, originally about a girl, but then I discovered all things frerardy, so I decided to change it slightly.

There's gonna two parts, I hope it's not total rubbish, if it is, then sorry it should have stayed in my computer files.

The italic e.g. this is a flashback.


Night Life Part One of Two

It was quite outside in the streets. The dark blue sky looked like a canvas painting that had been splattered with white paint, those small white flecks resembling stars.

A young boy probably around the age of 18, sat in his small apartment. His apartment was on the 3^rd floor. He sat by the window, with the window open as he gazed out at the nights sky. He watched as cars drove past, and he looked at the street lights that sent out an eerie orange glow onto its surroundings.

He watched the cars in the distance that moved around. He glanced at the passersby that walked below on the side walk. He noticed as people stumbled along the sidewalk, stumbling in the road, after exiting the pub that was situated a few yards up the road.

This was real, this was people going about their business at night, this was the Night Life.

The boy had longish black hair, and a sweeping side fringe. He sat with his knees tucked into his chest, his arms wrapping round them.

He sighed contentedly as he breathed in and out the night’s air, his breath ghosting in the cold.
The atmosphere had a smell of smoke in it, also the smell of trees and nature, as across from the building sat a small park with a small metal railing surrounding it. He like the small park he always had, the trees that scattered around the outside almost excluded the fact there was a road all the way around it. In the park were two small swings, a small beaten up round about, a slide full of graffiti, a small Wendy house, and the boy’s particular favorite feature, a small lake that the moonlight danced across each night.

The lake was surrounded by reeds and flowers, and had a few lily pads floating around in the middle of it, the lake was a beautiful romantic sight and it was the place where he was took the first time they met. The one person he thinks about always, the one person that holds the key to his heart, the one person that makes him want to live through each long painful and hate filled day, the one he hasn’t seen for 4 years.

He still remembers the first time he met him; he was only 6 years old.

“Mummy can I go and play on the swing? Pwease.” The small child grinned.

“Go on then, but be careful Frank.” The child’s mother replied, as the child ran off in the direction of the swings.

“You’ve got a cute one there.” The woman sitting next to her said.

“Yea he is lovely.” she replied, as she watched her child struggle to climb onto the swing.

“Hewo, my names Gerard.” Frank looked up to see a boy slightly taller than him, with his hand extended in front of him.
Frank had seen his parents do this before, so he simply shook Gerard’s hand while replying “I’m Frank.”

Gerard smiled and then asked, “Can I show you something?” Frank nodded, then the boy reached for his hand again, Frank took hold of Gerard’s hand and let him lead the way.

After a little bit of walking they reached a lake, Frank gasped at how beautiful the sight in front of him was. Frank looked behind and he couldn’t see his mum, he knew if he couldn’t see her, then she couldn’t see him and that she would be worried. But Frank stood still and watched Gerard as he went and sat on a rock near the water.

Gerard looked at Frank, and then motioned for him to come and sit on the rock next to him, so Frank did just that.

The two boys sat in silence for a while until Gerard turned to look at Frank and said, “Your pretty.”

Frank blushed and replied, “Thank you, I think you’re pwetty too.”

Gerard then blushed and said ,“Do you wanna play at my house one day?”

Frank nodded “okay, that sounds good”.

“Have you ever seen a big trwuck before Gerard?” Frank asked curiously.

“Yea I saw one yestaday.” He replied watching the water.

Frank’s mouth opened slightly in shock and he said, “Really me too.”

“Really? Where did you see it?” Gerard asked with a lot of interest.

“Down my rwoad.” Frank said knowingly.

“Wow that’s were I saw one, well it was down my new rwoad.” Gerard replied.

“FRANK!” “GERARD!” the two boys looked at each other and then Gerard whispered, “Did you hear that?” Frank laughed and replied, “It’s pwrobabwy just our mummies”. Gerard nodded, and then they both ran off in the direction of were the voices came from.

Gerard and Frank ran out from the bushes and then saw their mums. They wondered up to them and their mothers looked at them with relieved expressions. “Frank, where were you?” Linda, Frank’s mum questioned him.
Frank looked down and then Gerard said “I’m sworry I was showing him the lake.” Linda smiled at their innocence and then bent down so she was roughly the same height as Frank.

Then she spoke “Frank I want you to meet Debbie” she motioned to the mother kneeling beside her Frank blushed and then said a quiet “hi.”

Debbie smiled and then replied “hello Frank, I can see you’ve met Gerard already.” Frank nodded.

“Mummy, me and Frankie are friends, can he come and play at our new house?” Gerard asked with a little pout playing upon his lips.

Debbie laughed and replied “It’s up to Frank and his mummy.”

Gerard thought for a moment and looked at the ground while muttering to himself. “Well Frankie said yea so I’ve got to ask Linda.” At that moment his head shot up and he stood facing Linda. Then he said “Linda can Frankie come play round my new house please? We’ll keep him safe.” He promised.

Linda looked from Frank to Gerard and then to Debbie and replied “I don’t see why not, of course”.

Both Frank and Gerard said in unison “YAY!!”. Then they both hugged leaving the parents to do the ‘awwws’.

The four of them then walked home the parents discussing, parent things, and Frank and Gerard talking about super heroes, claiming who was their favorite and why.

When they reached their road, they said their goodbyes and left to go into their houses which were practically opposite each other.

The following week Frank was being led into Gerard’s house for the 4^th time that week. Gerard and Frank’s parents had become friends, which was good because it meant that the boys got to spend more time together. Although today was different, today Frank had a Spiderman rucksack slung over his shoulder with his things he would need, because tonight he was staying at Gerard’s house, he was mostly excited but also a little scared, this would be the first time he’s been away from his mum for more then a few hours, but he knew he could easily get to her and that if he needed anything Gerard would help him.

After his mum left the two boys started playing together with Gerard’s little brother Mikey. Mikey was a few months older then Frank and Gerard was 2 years older, but none of them cared about the age difference.

All three of them played the three musketeers. it was all going well until Frank got poked in the eye by Mikey with his sword. Frank clasped his hand over his eye and Mikey and Gerard both ran to his side expecting him to start crying, but all be did was stand there. After a while Frank started laughing and said “I think my eyes broken”.

Gerard and Mikey exchanged puzzled looks and then said “What?” in unison. When Frank moved his hand, his left eye was over flowing with water but he wasn’t crying.

Then he said “This eyes crying but this one not” while pointing to each eye. 

MUMMY” Mikey shrieked.

Debbie soon appeared in the doorway lokking concerned,“What’s wrong honey?”

Gerard then said “Frank’s eye is broken”. She kneeled in front of the small boy and looked at his eye, and then she sighed and asked “What happened?”

“Mikey poked him in the eye with a sword” Gerard informed.

“It was an accident” Mikey defended .

“Was not.”
“Was too.”

“STOP IT, Gerard go get some tissue” Debbie instructed. 

"But mum I want to stay with Frankie” Gerard pleaded.

“Okay then, Mikey go get some tissue” Mikey nodded and disappeared to get tissue.

“Are you okay Frank? Do you want to go home?” Debbie asked.

“No” Frank answered Debbie laughed slightly and then said “Is that a no your not okay or a no you don’t want to go home?”

“The second” he replied simply.

“Okay, is your eye okay?” she questioned.

“Yea I’m used to getting poked in the eye”

“What do you mean?”

“Mummy says it’s because I’m small, and I’m at that height were everything’s pokey” he replied smiling.

The young boy smiled as he went over things in his head from the past, he wished he could have all those years back. He wished that he was still a child.

But he wasn’t and he had to face that, he had to face that he was an 18 year old boy.
He’d lost his one true love, and maybe just maybe he might see him one last time.

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A/n how was it? I'm not so sure about it, the next part wil lbe up tomorrow.
Comments and concrit highly appreciated!!!
Thnxs for reading.

Chapter 10, like promised, I'm getting good at keeping my promises =D.

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This Ain't a Sin Chapter 10

Gerards POV

We all watched as Frank stormed out of the room like a little kid, slamming the door behind him. Dramatic much?

Everyone stood staring at the door then at me, motioning me towards it.

"What the fuck?! Why me?!" I questioned.

"Fiiiiiine! I'll go!" The guy who was talking about Mikey said as he stood up.

"No Bruno! You'll just the take the piss out of him and make it worse. Plus we're all drunk so we'd just screw up anyway. Let Gerard go!"

Mikey suddenly sat up abruptly and started chanting "Go Gerard, Go Gerard!" in a cheerleader fashion. Fucking hell!

"Fine! I'll go," I said angrily as I stood up and left the room with a loud, overexaggerated sigh.

I put my hands in my pockets, lowered my head and started walking along the long black corridor.

"Fucking Mikey dragging me to this fucking gay club, only for him to ditch me and leave me babysitting some over-dramatic fucking toddler," I mumbled under my breathe as I walked along.

"Shit! I'm sorry!" I said taking a step back as I nearly walked into someone in the corridor. "Frank?!"

"What?" He mumbled

"Oh nice."

"Sorry but.. You saw what those guys did to me! If they know I'm here tomorrow they'll come back! And it's not like you'll be here to protect me," He said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"Who said I wasn't going to be here tomorrow eh?" I replied smiling

He looked up at me and giggled slightly.

"Aww!"

"Don't Aww!"

"But.. AWW!"

"Don't patronise me! Just because I'm small and giggle like a little girl.' He replied, anger filling his voice.

"I'm not.. It's cute," I replied pouting.

He rolled his eyes and started to walk back towards the backstage door where the rest of the guys were.

"Anyway! They might not agree to play tomorrow.. you don't know .. they might just not want to!" I tried my hardest to sound full of enthusiasm.

"Yeah .. I guess so," Frank said starting to smile, but obviously still unconvinced.

As we finally reached the door, I looked down at Frank and could see in his eyes that he was scared. I leant in and hugged him reassuringly and he giggled again. As I went to open the door we heard talking from inside and then suddenly Bruno shouting, "Of course we'll play tomorrow!"

Frank let out a large sigh, rolled his eyes at me, and then entered the room mumbling 'fucking assholes' under his breath.

Oops.

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A/N these updates are kinda short, but I guess the shorter they are, the more you get =D.
I'll get Jade to comment you back on this, since it was her chapter.
The red ones help me fly, and the blue ones help me fall. those lyrics are stuck in my head, lol.
anyway good nigh people =D

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So this is all Frank's POV, I was eating noodles over the computer- stupidly- and I kinda spilt them, so the keys are all weird and sticky now.

Anyway Enjoy Chapter 9.......

This Ain't a Sin Chapter 9

Franks POV

The guy was now helping me through the corridor, fuck I'm in alot of pain.

"So I'm uhm Frank." I said as I motioned which way to turn.

"Yea I know, I saw you performing, you were good." He replied, I looked at him and he smiled shyly, aw.

"Thanks." I replied smiling back.

Silence.

"Yea, this is when you tell me your name." I said, moving my hands infront of him.

"Oh, yea sorry, I'm Gerard, Gerard Way." He replied stopping as we came to the room the guys were in.

"Hi Gerard Way!" I said enthusiasticly, waving at him, he laughed slightly then pushed the door open, motioning for me to enter. "Thank you Mister Way." I said as I walked, well hobbled in to the room, everyone looked at me, and John rushed over to me.

"Fuck, dude what the hell happened?" He said, as he grabbed my arms, pulling me over to the sofa to sit down.

"Nothing." I replied meekly, then I smiled and motioned to Gerard, who was standing in the door way. Hehe Way. "This is Mister Way."

He waved slightly and smiled and, aw did he just blush? "You can call me Gerard." He announced as I motioned for him to come sit next to me, which he did.

Then I whispered in his ear. "Don't say anything about what you saw in the bathroom, okay?"

"What? Frank you have to tell them!" He exclaimed, I laughed as the guys looked at me, then I turned back to him and glared at him.

"Are you two? Y'know." Neil asked, pointing at us both accusingly. Thank god for Bruno, y'know somtimes I really love that guy.

"Way! Haha that dipstick over there's called Way!" Bruno replied pointing to a lanky boy splayed out on the other sofa, asleep, and dribbling, haha he looks funny.

"Yea, that's my brother, fucking ditcher." Gerard replied, scratching the back of his neck.

After Gerard's words Brendon and Pete walked in giggling, then Brendon regained his composure and spoke. "Right so guys, oh hi Gerard" Brendon smiled noticing Gerard sitting next to me. "Right well as I was saying, aload of people didn't get in tonight,so we were wondering if you'd play tomorrow aswell!" Brendon said clasping his hands together excitedly.

"What?! N-no we can't I ermm just, no okay? No." I said as I stood up and walked out the room slamming the door behind me, I stood with my back against the wall, covering my face with my hands. Okay Frank deep breaths, in out, in out.

Shit.

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A/N how was that? I don't know I just, I think it could be better, it switches from one subject to another too quickly I think.

I'm gonna post the next update later tonight, since I don't like this update.

Thnxs for reading guys =D
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Corpse In The Morning Chapter 18

“Fuck, fuck.” Gerard muttered, grasping the phone in his hand. He’d just got off the phone to Frank and was finding it hard to digest the concept of Mikey still being alive.

“H-he’s alive, that’s impossible, but I heard him talk. Frank wouldn’t lie to me like that; shit but I did upset him. Fuck I just, fuck”.

“Okay, so the plan, okay what was the plan? Shit I forgot the fucking plan!” Gerard moaned as he pushed the phone against his forehead. “Oh I know, ring Bob, okay where’s Bob’s number?.......the fridge that’s it, the fridge.” Gerard wandered off to the fridge, then he dialed the number and waited impatiently for Bob to pick up.

“Hey?” Bob said sleepily.

“Hey it’s Gerard.”

“Oh hi Gerard, are you okay? Why are calling so early?”

“It’s Frank he’s stuck, he’s been stolen, and he’s with Mikey. Their at Bert’s house, I need your help, so come over here as soon as possible okay?” Gerard said rushing his words.

“Okay Gerard calm down, and slow down. Look I know Frank’s small but I doubt someone would steal him, but if you want us over we’ll come over. We’ll come as soon as sunset starts, okay?” Bob asked trying to keep control of the conversation.

“Yea okay, see you then.” Gerard said again his voice rushed.

“Oh and Gerard”

“Yea?”

“Sit tight and don’t do anything stupid.” Bob instructed.

“Okay, bye Bob.”

“Bye.”

With that Gerard ended the conversation.

 
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It was starting to get dark, and Frank was starting to get bored. Mikey was sitting against the wall still, his hands resting on his lap. Frank was standing up and pacing around, his arm crossed over his chest and the other arm supporting his face as he walked.

“Frank stop moving.” Mikey instructed sighing.

“Why?” Frank asked innocently.

“Because I can’t move, so sit down.” Mikey replied pointing to the floor next to him, Frank nodded and then they heard the door open. “Fuck, come over here Frank” Mikey said in a hushed voice; he wanted Frank to be near him so he could at least try to protect him. Frank looked at Mikey and stayed standing, he was contemplating on trying to attack Bert, but then again Frank was weaker and smaller.

“Hey Frankie.” Bert said, smirking as he stepped onto the cold cement floor.

“Bert, I want you to let Mikey go.” Frank said, his voice strong.

Bert laughed. “And why would I do that? Anyway I’m more then sure Gerard will be here soon to pick you up.” He said smirking and laughing.

“You better not hurt him I swear to-” Frank said, advancing a step towards Bert, before he was cut off.

“You swear what? You’re going to hurt me? Kill me? I doubt you’re capable of that Frankie, the only person you ever killed was Mikey and that wasn’t you, it was just your fault.” Bert spat venomously; Frank winced at Bert’s words. Bert walked closer to Frank, so close Frank could feel the ghost of Bert’s breath on his face. “Now as I said earlier, I’m going to make you regret what you did.” He said as he clasped his hand around Frank’s neck and pushed him against the nearest wall.

“Leave him alone! He didn’t do anything wrong!” Mikey’s shaky voice echoed through the basement, as Bert’s grip tightened around Frank’s throat. “BERT!”

“What do you want Mikey?” Bert asked looking at Mikey.

“I ermm I think the door bell just r-rung” Mikey mumbled looking at the floor, Bert was intimidating and after the way he’d treated Mikey, Mikey had a right to be scared.

Bert looked between Mikey and Frank; Frank just nodded as he gasped for breath. Bert shrugged and released Frank, then he went turned around and walked back up the stairs.

Frank fell to the floor with a thud; he clasped his hands around his neck, and took in large greedy breaths.

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A/n next chapter should be soon, I'm gonna try and write soem more stuff, and post it as soon as it's written =D

Thnxs for sticking with me through this story!!!
xxxx

Chapter 4 curtsey of  x_mychem_rock_x  cause she told me the lyrics =D.
I like this chapter, also it's longer!!! So this is Frank's POV, I think Jade replied to all your comments on the last chapter, If she didn't then I'll kill her mwhahaha, okay so I'm not a cold blooded murderer but i'll just y'know tell her to comment back XD.
So Chapter 4
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This Ain't a Sin Chapter 4

Frank's POV

“A gay club?!” I asked in disbelief, all the guys nodded.

“Your not homophobic are you Frank?” John asked leaning towards me.

“W-what? No of course not, it’s just, a gay club!” I said still trying to get over the fact that’s where we were going.

“Yes, a gay club, as in homosexuals, god you’re slow.” Bruno said rolling his eyes.

“Yea well….. you could of asked me.” Okay yes I know lame come back, but what the hell am I meant to say to that?

“Anyway you’ll enjoy it.” Neil commented, leaning forwards so he could see out the window.

The taxi stopped and we all stepped out, well more like fell out. Neil paid the driver, and Bruno and John went to grab our things.
I’ve got to admit it looked pretty kick ass, the outside was black, with a sort of glittery look, then it had a huge sign above the door, which read ‘This ain’t a Sin’.

Neil walked past me snapping me from my thoughts, so I ran to catch up with him.

“What did you mean by that?” I asked staring intently at his face.

“Nothing, mind the suitcase.” Neil said monotone, what the hell! what suitcase- oh that suitcase.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, as I half fell over the suitcase, I jumped to the side and well that was really the wrong move.
“Fuck! Bollard!” I yelled, as I fell to the ground, clutching… yea that region in pain.

Bruno walked over and stood over me laughing, “haha it’s funny cause you’re just the right height.” Then he walked away, fucker don’t help the injured ‘ay.

John sighed and helped me up; I swear he’s the only nice one in the band.

I thanked him and then ran, well stumbled towards Neil, he was just entering the club.

“Tell me what you meant.” I instructed, trying my hardest to give him my ‘I’m not dropping this subject so you better tell’ look.

We started walking down the stairs, and I noticed that there where pictures hanging on the black walls, this whole staircase was painted black, and it had ultra violet lights.

I looked at the walls and recognized some of the bands pictured, oh so I guess they get bands here a lot.
Is that Bert McCracken? Haha wow The Used played here, cool. Ooo and Stereophonics.

“I guess I meant if you're that way inclined.” Neil said snapping me from my thoughts again, as we turned a small corner.

“I’m not that way inclined!” I yelled, just as I stepped on the ‘dance floor’, shit the people here are looking. “I don’t like girls.” I said hoping they’d stop looking, but no, oh how I could taste the embarrassment.

“Hey guys, hey Neil.” Some guy in tight black skinny jeans, a tight pink top, and pink marigolds greeted.

Neil introduced us all, and I noticed that the guy, who was apparently called Pete, was wearing a lot of foundation and eyeliner, I decided it was best to ignore that fact. We were also introduced to Brendon, the co-owner of the club, he’s nice, not as camp as Pete, apparently their ‘lovers’ ah whatever.

It wasn’t long before we were setting up our instruments, then we were flung backstage as the audience started to filter in.

“I’m so fucking nervous.” I stated as I paced around in the small excuse for a backstage area.

“Calm down, it’s nothing new; you’ve played in front of strangers before.” John said, as he put his hand on my chest, to probably stop me from pacing. It’s times like these I regret cutting all those dreads off, although they were disgusting and stank of weed.

“That’s not the point; I’ve only ever played in Jersey, they fucking love us there! But people here are different.” I said sitting down, on the sofa and covering my face with my hands, damn no dreads to hide behind.

“You always say your happy if one person looks as if their having a good time, Pete told me that there’s gonna be a couple of Jersey lads here, it’ll be fine.”

I nodded and with that small string of hope, I tried to conjure up a confident image, only one way to tell if it works and that’s to test it and play.


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A/N that my lovelies was chapter 4, if anyone reading this reads my other story 'Corpse in the Morning' I promise I'll update soon it's just I'm a little stuck I don't have a clue what's gonna happen next. 

Next chapter should be up soon, sunday maybe?

Anyway comments let us know if the storys good =D
Thnxs for reading!!!

 So this is chapter 3 =D, curtesy of Jade, I'll get her to comment you all back if you comment, since y'know she deserves the praise. All I did was read other frerards while she wrote this XD. Yea we had a little conversaiton over 'boysex'.
Jade: Yea if we have boysex in our story your writing it.
Me: why me?
Jade: Cause you've written it before.
*insert strange giggle here*
Me: Yea,
so as you can see I just agree to everything XD also I was talking like I was dreaming it was strange!!!

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This Ain't a Sin Chapter Trois

Gerard's P.O.V

"A gay club?!" I asked staring at Mikey wide-eyed

"Yeah a gay club,"  he replied as he slouched on the sofa eating all the fucking oreo's. The bitch!

"What the fuck Mikey? I'm not going to a gay club with you! You're my brother! It's... weird!' I yelled snatching the oreo packet out of his hand.

"Ohh.. Come on!" He yelled back, sending chewed up biscuit crumbs everywhere.. nice!

"Mikey! You're spitting oreo's everywhere! Do you mind?" I yelled placing a bowl under his mouth.

"Core! Sorry mum!" He replied rolling his eyes.

"And still, the answer is no, I am not going to a gay bar with my brother!"

"Please Gerard, please! The band playing there are awesome! Plus, I wanna go out... you've been cooped up in here for ages! And... it's not like you wouldn't enjoy it anyway!" He said with a smirk.

"W-what? What's that supposed to mean?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Do I reeeeeeally need to explain?" He answered raising an eyebrow, smart ass! "And anyway,  I know the owners! They're my friends.. and they're really, really nice."

I put my hand over my mouth and gasped.

"No way! Mikey James Way... you have friends?!" I asked sarcastically. He rolled his eyes at me.. HA!

"Shut up Gerard."

"Lol at you! Ha! Anyway! I don't even know who this band is." I said, folding my arms across my chest and collapsing onto the sofa.

"shut up!" He bellowed

"What the fuck?" I asked confused

"I said shut up!"

"Oh that's real nice isn't it!"

"No no! I mean shut up! Like on my god! You don't know who they are?! Pency Prep man! They're awesome! You've soooo been missing out! Right get your coat.. we're going now!" He exclaimed, reaching out with both hands, and pulling me off of the sofa.

Oh God!

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A/N So yea Jade wrote that chapter of awesomeness =D comments are love, I really fancy some Oreo's now, I guess Milky Ways will have to do.

So I'm bored and I wanna try somethnig so let's play 'Guess the lyric' I'll type a lyric and you just comment like normal and like put 'p.s it's ........' and I'll tell you if your right =D right answers get you another update tonight!!!! Also I really like the enxt one XD so the lyric is:-

'I can see you awake anytime in my head' and no cheating, although I guess I won't know if you do XD.

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“M-Mikey?” Frank whispered pulling himself up and over to the thin boy.

“Yea that’s me, I take it you’ve heard about me then?” He said smiling broadly.

“You-you your de-.” Frank stuttered, his eyes wide and his mouth open slightly.

“Dead? I know.” Mikey answered for him, “I know the circumstances are shit and everything but you won’t believe how happy I am to see you. I haven’t seen anyone except Bert for years, I haven’t even been outside!” Mikey said incredulously.

“Mikey, thanks for saving me, all them years ago, you didn’t have to.” Frank said looking down at his hands.

“Its fine really, just come give me a hug I could really do with one of those!” Mikey said smiling, Frank nodded and went over and gave Mikey a hug.

“So, how comes your alive?” Frank asked after moving back from the hug, although Mikey wouldn’t let him leave his side.

“I’m a vampire.” Mikey said pointing to his fangs.

“Gerard told me what happened, he said you got stabbed and that you died, he thinks your dead, do you know what this means Mikey!? He’s going to be so fucking happy when we get outta here, oh fuck I can imagine the look on his face right now!” Frank said getting more and more excited as he spoke.

“Frank, we won’t get out of here, I’ve been here for god knows how many years. Don’t you think I’ve tired to get out?” Mikey said, his smile fading as Frank’s smile vanished from his face.

“Yea but he knows I’m here, he’ll come looking for me.” Frank said hopeful.

“Not if Bert tells him you’ve left.” Mikey replied crushing Frank’s hopes.

“Well we can contact him, how did you contact me?”

“What when I was talking to you?”

“Yea”

“Well your memory blocking isn’t that good, no offense, Gee’s is I’ve tried it with him, it doesn’t work.” Mikey said smirking, he’d seen Frank’s thoughts, and Frank could tell from Mikey’s expression that he’d seen stuff your boyfriends little brother really shouldn’t see.

“I’m going to save you Mikey Way, because you saved me and I’m gonna get us out of here.” He said moving to lean on his side, “fuck!” He said as something pushed into his thigh. “Oh my fucking God, I have a phone! I’ll call Gee, do you want to talk to him?”

“No don’t tell him I’m here.” Mikey said quickly.

“Why not?”

“Because he won’t focus on what he’s doing, Trust me I know how his mind works.” Frank nodded and then called Gerard’s number.

“Hi Gee it’s Frank.” silence. “Gee please talk to me.” still silence “Gee your brothers here with me.”

“What? Frank that’s not even funny.” Gerard spat.

“No Gee I mean it, please don’t hang up, Mikey say something, Mikey he’s going to hang up if you don’t say something.” Frank said trying to force the phone into Mikey’s hands, Mikey took the phone and sighed.

“Hi Gee it’s Mikes here.” Mikey said reluctantly.

“M-Mikey what? I don’t understand.” Gerard stumbled across his words.

“You don’t need to understand, now talk to Frank, please.” Mikey replied simply.

“O-Okay”

“Hey Gee.”

“It’s M-Mikey, my baby brother, it can’t be.”

“GEE! Listen, we’re stuck okay; I put the stuff in Bert’s mouth. And I got the key I opened the door, and he pushed me down the stairs. That’s’ when I found Mikey, you have to get help you can’t do this alone, Get Bob and Ray I’m sure they’ll help. Bob’s number is on the fridge okay? Did you get that baby?” Frank asked leaning up on his knees.

“I got it, so ermm I’ll call them we’ll form a plan then we’ll come get you.” Gerard said trying to remember everything.

“Yea that sounds good, just don’t get hurt Gee, please.” Frank asked, not wanting Gerard to do anything stupid.

“I won’t, tell Mikey I love him, and if it’s any consolation I love you too.”

“I know, I’m sorry about what I said, it was stupid, I love you.” Frank replied, looking down at the floor.

“bye.”

“bye.” Then Frank exited the call, a small smile on his lips.

“Frank! I told you!” Mikey said as soon as Frank put the phone down.

“I know Mikey, but he was gonna hang up, he said he loves you.”

“Aww he’s so lovely, ermm dude I don’t know if you realize but your head is bleeding.” Mikey said looking at the red patch in Frank’s hair.

“I know, at least the fall didn’t kill me hey.” Frank replied, nudging Mikey slightly.

“Dude, you should hide the phone, if Bert sees it.” Mikey shook his head, Frank then tried putting it down his pants, “not there.” Mikey said, Frank gave him a confused look and then he said. “Do you think he’s just kept me here for no reason?”

“What he- you- he had sex with you?” Frank asked his eyes wide.

“I wouldn’t say sex since it wasn’t consented.” Frank again looked at Mikey; confused Mikey sighed. “Rape Frank rape, use that thing on top of your shoulders, seriously dude.” Mikey said tutting and looking away.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Since you’re my only friend I’ll have to forgive you.” Mikey said trying to keep a straight face, although he couldn’t and he and Frank just started laughing. “It feels good to laugh, can I have a hug?” Mikey asked looking at Frank. Frank nodded and hugged the older man.

“You sure do like hugs.” Frank said after hugging Mikey.

“I always have, just ask Gerard.” He said smiling as Frank wandered around the room looking for a place to discard the phone somewhere he was sure Bert wouldn’t look, then Frank sat back against the wall, sighing.

“You’ll come live with us won’t you Mikey?” Frank asked after a few minutes of silence, Mikey leaned forward to look at Frank’s face, and Frank simply just watched him.

“Do you mean that?” Mikey asked unsure.

“Yea, it would be cool. The Way brothers together again.” Frank said putting his hands out in front of himself like the words where written there. Mikey laughed.

“Okay, only if I don’t have to listen to you two each night.” Mikey said winking at Frank.

“Mikey! That’s rude.” Frank stated in mock shock.

“Just as rude as the thoughts going through your head.” Mikey said smiling at Frank’s expression. “I’m glad it’s you I’m stuck with, you seem to know how to make the atmosphere less tense and serious.”

I make my way towards Frank’s room, I haven’t seen him for a few days now, I’ve missed him. I was meant to be coming over in about ½ hour, but I’m early so I decided to surprise him, his mother told me he was in his room.

I open the door slowly, and pop my head around the corner of the door. And that’s when I see it; I see the most beautiful thing in the world.

I carefully step in the bedroom, trying my hardest not to be heard, I leave the door open, petrified that if I close it, he might hear, and stop what he’s doing.

He’s lying on his bed, his tight white shirt raised slightly on his stomach, his tight black jeans hugging the muscles in his legs perfectly.

I breathe in gently as I start from the bottom.

He's got his old tattered converses on, his legs crossed at the ankle. My eyes then travel up his perfect legs. Then they stop briefly as I see his button and fly undone, his jeans pulled down the slightest bit around his hips. His hands are in his boxers, moving slowly, gently.

My eyes then carry on up his body, I notice the way his breathing is heavier, turning into soft pants. Then finally his face, I gasp at how amazing he looks, his head thrown back slightly into the pillow supporting his head, his eyes closed, and his hair disheveled and hanging subtly over his face. His mouth is open, in an ‘O’ shape, I can hear the small throaty grunts and moans; I know he’s dying to release.

And that’s when I hear it, someone coming up the stairs, I panic, not only will I be accused of being a pervert, but I’m sure Frank would be hugely embarrassed knowing I’d watched him, hell I’ll feel embarrassed. Shit. I think it's his mother, well it must be since she's the only other person in the house.

I hurl myself at the door, and turn myself around quickly, eyes wide with fear.

I look at Frank, his sat bolt upright, his hair covering the top half of his face, he’s breathing really heavy now, his hands are splayed out either side of him as he holds his balance, his face turning redder as each second I don’t react ticks by. I can just see his eyes through the thick black fringe, and I notice his eyes are the size of saucers, they look like a CGI.

“G-Gee” he stutters looking away from my face and to the bed covers. “I….ermm it’s not what it looks like.” He stutters still not looking at my face, or any part of me for that matter, because if he was looking at me he’d know I wasn’t shocked or angry or upset. Because I’ve got rock hard evidence that I’m okay with what he’s doing, literally.

“Fuck Frank.” I mutter as I walk over and sit on the bed next to him. He shies away from me, probably expecting to hear abusive words thrown at him. “I nearly died watching you like that.” Shit. Did I just say watching? Oh shit. His head snaps up to meet my face, now I’m the one turning bright red.

“I…what?....how long?” he suddenly manages to finish, I can’t read the look in his eyes, I can’t tell whether his angry at me, or whether he feels violated for what I did.

I look away and concentrate on my shoes, and then I mumbled so quietly, that I see him lean towards me, so he can hear what I’m saying. “A few minutes.” I’m hoping he didn’t hear me, I’m wishing he didn’t hear me.

When he doesn’t reply, I sneak a look at him through my hair that’s covering the most part of my face. The look on his face is indescribable, I’ve never seen that look on him, it’s not anger, embarrassment, hatred, disappointment, or any of the things I thought it would be. It’s a mixture of love, lust and a little bit of something I really can’t figure out.

“What did you think?” he asked nudging me slightly with his elbow, I’m in a state of shock, my jaws slack and I know I probably look stupid, but right at this moment I don’t care.

“It was hot.” I reply smiling slightly as his expression turns into a smirk.

Then he pounces on me, so I’m lying on my back, he then starts to kiss me passionately on the lips, whispering so huskily in my ear, that it sends shivers down my spine. “I didn’t get my release, and by the looks of it you need one.” He then starts to undress me, and I help him undress himself, although he just smacks my hands away, because in all honesty I’m not helping, I just want to touch as much of him as I can.

The skin on skin contact feels amazing, the little, light, feather touches are bliss.

And it’s even more amazing, when he snakes his way down my body, and takes me in his mouth, that same mischievous half grin half smirk ever apparent on those now swollen red lips, his tongue sloppily applying pressure, where he knows it’ll hit the high note, which it does. Because it’s not long, that I’m arching upwards off the bed, and bucking towards him, telling him to go faster and harder, which he does like a gem.

It’s not long before, I’m biting my lip and drawing blood, in an attempt to keep our actions unknown to his mother. And then he’s deep throating me, and that sends me over the edge, and then that’s it, I’m spent, for all I’m worth.

I collapse onto the bed, a panting sticky mess, of sweat. I feel Frank’s fingers trailing up my body, and then his head pops up and rests gently onto my heaving chest. He looks so adorable, his nose scrunching up slightly as he watches me blowing the hair out of my face, the way his heads bobbing up and down in time with my breaths. It’s hard to believe the acts the innocent little boy in front of me has just divulged in. But I know him; I know he’s not as innocent as he looks, nor as innocent as he makes out to be, although he is little, but he’s not a boy, he’s 18 and I know he’s done things his mother wouldn’t even realize he knows anything about, because to her, he’s still her innocent little boy.

(A/N duh daarrr, so I don't often write this kind of stuff. And it always comes out better in my head, lol that sounds bad. But anyway, comments would be good to let me know I'm doing something right. Thnx.)