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~Little Starter Thing~
Gerard never did anything on Valentine's Day, he never really had anyone to celebrate with. However it didn't really bother him as the holiday didn't strike him to be worth much, but perhaps that was just Gerard being miserable.
It was February 14th, Valentine's Day, and Gerard was laying across his couch in his Star Wars pyjamas and having a Batman marathon. After all he had nothing better to do, who needed flowers, chocolates, cuddles and endless love when you had box sets, am I right?

Gerard's POV:
I was sprawled across the sofa without a care in the world, I know Mikey will probably tell me to move and stop messing up his apartment, but I was comfortable and I wanted to make the most of it. Heaven knew that I'd sure as hell be uncomfortable when Mikey came home with his boyfriend Pete and started making out. Ugh. . Not the gay thing, I'm gay myself and would quite happily make out with another man; but only if he was down with the whole batman sofa marathon thing I've got going. The bad thing about him and Pete is that Mikey doesn't seem to know that the apartment is shared between us; this means that he can't just kick me out whenever they want to fuck, as if I'd stick around anyway. The point is, I shouldn't have to leave my comfortable place on the couch because of  Pete's boner and a stupid holiday that automatically means they're going to fuck.
Personally, I think me and my love for batman will last a lot longer that many relationships, which is why I shall spend my Valentine's Day with Batman.

Don't make the mistake of thinking that I don't enjoy sex, love, and all the jazz, it's just a lot of effort that I don't have to spare. I work in a goddamn hardware store 6 days a week and 12 hours a day, I have neither the time, the energy or the money to be in a serious relationship. I often get worked up from working so much and if I actually felt love for someone, I wouldn't want them to experience grumpy Gerard.
And let's be honest, no one wants to be in a relationship with daily basis Gerard, never mind grumpy Gerard that's for sure.

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I woke up in quite a cheerful mood for a change, or at least it was quite cheerful until I became aware of the rhythmic banging against the wall coming from my brothers bedroom. Unfortunately this reminded me that once again it was Valentine's Day. The day to spend with your soulmate and celebrating your love for each other, or in my case to stare longingly at posters of Frank Iero, the sexiest man alive and get drunk. I'd pretty much give anything to have Frank Iero be my Valentine, the man was simply beautiful to say the least. On the other hand he was in a heterosexual relationship with a girl called Jamia. His band wasn't even touring near me any time soon (I'm not going to name any of his bands cause I just want you guys to decide which era you think this is in and perhaps comment which one you imagined it being). Yup. Frank Iero was straight as could be and fuck it hurt.
Thump
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Thump
How rude, they interrupted my Frank Iero thoughts. The least they could do was move their fucking bed away from my wall, I banged on the wall to make the mm aware that I was awake and could hear them very clearly.
With the sound of them fucking momentarily silenced, I was reminded that today I was to sit in misery with my box sets while my brother got fucked all day. Days like this can make you realise how lonely you get, which is one of the reasons that I hate it with a passion. Loneliness is one of the worst feelings in the world, and on Valentine's Day it kinda hard to just chill out with anyone. Everyone is either fucking or making out or thinks that you're gonna want to fuck them if they come over. It's not as if I could hang out with Mikey because he'll be busy with Pete, and to be quite honest I don't have many friends.

I went downstairs to get my first beer of this lonely ass day and sat on the couch as I cracked it open. I'm not actually supposed to drink alcohol due to my past of being an alcoholic but I just don't want to remember this day. I allowed my head to roll back against the couch and stare up at the ceiling. The house was silent which led me to believe that Mikey had stopped fucking.
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My belief was confirmed when a few minutes later, Mikey stumbled down the stairs with sex hair and his arms full of his bed sheets, and a goofy grin on his face. The grin soon faded once his eyes dropped to the can of beer in my hand, his eyes glazed over with tears, "Gerard... You're not supposed to drink anymore.."
I didn't say reply, instead I continued to sip my beer without breaking eye contact. Nothing was going to stop me, I didn't want to remember today at all, it wasn't worth remembering.
Mikey snatched the bottle out of my hands with his lanky fingers, "How could you be so selfish Gerard?!". I felt my eyebrows knot together at his tone, "You almost died last time!"
Why would he bring this up now? This day was already depressing without adding my past to it, I looked him straight in the eye, "Why would you say that?"
He looked at me with an almost confused expression, "What do you mean 'why'? Your liver almost failed less than a year ago, and here you are!"
"Fuck off Mikey! You don't know anything except constantly fucking Pete, fucking whore!"
I regretted the words as soon as I said them but I still meant them. The feeling of regret swelled in my chest as I watched my younger brothers face drop and a tear stream down his cheek.
I opened my mouth to apologise but he silenced me by slamming my beer bottle back on the table. "Mikey... I'm Sorr-"
"Leave it Gerard. Just fucking leave it." Mikey picked up his ruffled bed sheets, with an ashamed expression on his face, and walked away.
Why the fuck did I say that? He's my little brother for Christ sake and I called him a whore. What is wrong with me?
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I finished another Batman movie but I had hardly been watching, my eyes had been locked on the beer bottle. I hadn't moved it, I couldn't, the thought of Mikey's face wouldn't allow me to.
I walked upstairs and knocked on his door before opening it. He was led across Pete's chest, his eyes slightly red and irritated. Some Friends episode was playing but neither of them were watching. "Um Mikey, I wanted to apologise for what I said..."
Mikey sat up and looked at me, "Get out."
I couldn't help but bite my lip as I looked at his face, he'd obviously been crying, "I'll be in my room if you need me, I love you." He wasn't having any of it though, "No, I mean it, get out of this apartment. This was meant to be a nice, relaxed day but you had to ruin it for me. Don't fucking come back."
I could feel the tears rush to my eyes and a lump rise in my throat, all I could do was nod in response. Mikey laid back as I left the room.
He didn't want me, Mikey didn't want me here. Pete didn't want me here. Nobody wanted me.
I stuffed some clothes and money into a bag before sprinting out the front door. I really needed a drink right now, I fucking hate this holiday, but drinking wouldn't make the whole Mikey situation any better. I decided on checking into a local hotel instead, in the hopes that Mikey will have forgiven me by morning.
After getting into my room and flopping onto my bed, I ran my fingers over my forehead, all this stress was giving me a migraine and it hurt like a motherfucker.
And I forgot to pick up my fucking meds, I knew this day was going to be shit as soon as I woke up, and I was right.
I hadn't actually had anything to eat today and I think that was contributing to my bad mood.
Once I made my way down to café, I took a seat by a window and ordered a black coffee and a sandwich from a waitress who looked bored out of her mind. Whilst waiting for my order, I let my eyes wander  across the café, however my gazing didn't last long. In fact it came to quite an abrupt stop once I saw a fairly young man sat on a stool near the breakfast bar. His dark hair flopped over half of his face and he brushed it away as he drank. He had pale skin that sent shivers down my spine,  it almost felt familiar, but as I mentioned before, I don't have many friends.
The waitress brought my coffee and sandwich before leaving with a flick of her hair. As she left the mysterious man glanced at me and I swear to the fucking heavens, my head snapped away at such speed that I got whiplash. The dude was none other than Frank Fucking Iero, my all time crush, and forever idol. I sneaked a peak out of the corner of my eye, he was looking at me over he cup, fuck me up he was hot.
I forced my eyes to stare out the window instead of looking at him, I didn't want to creep him out. He was so beautiful though, even better than the posters on my wall. I heard a squeak and someone slid into the seat beside me, my breathe caught in my throat as I turned to see Him. Frank, sat next to me.
"Uh, Hi, I'm Frank, I like your shirt."
I let my eyes drop to my Metallica shirt then quickly back up to meet his gaze.
"Thank you... I'm Gerard, I know who you are... not as in I stalk you or anything! I mean I just like your music and stuff... I'm sorry I'm rambling."
A smile graced his lips while his golden eyes held a comfortable stare with mine. "You know my music?"
"Well, of course! I love your music, I bought all of your discs and vinyls and I have a ton of merchandise!" I realised that what I was saying sounded pretty creepy, "but don't worry! I'm not going to like a have a complete breakdown and cry all over you." Though I could imagine I'll do it later.
Frank smiled again and rubbed the back of his neck, "Actually I'm quite flattered Gerard."
Oh god. The way he says my name sends shivers down my spine and I automatically capture my lip between my teeth.
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THERE WILL BE A PART TWO. SORRY I DIDNT UPLOAD.
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