1. Welcome to My Life (1/2)

the chestnut and the raven."and i remember when i met him it was so clear that he was the only one for me. we both mended right away and as the years went on things got more difficult and we were faced with more challenges. i begged him to stay, try to remember what we had at the beginning. he was charismatic, magnetic, electric, everybody knew him. when he walked in, everyone in the room head's turned. everyone stood up to talk to him. he was like this hy

id, this mix of man who couldn't contain himself. i always thought the sun was that. he became a completely different person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. and in that way, i understood him. and i loved him. i loved him, i loved him, i loved him and i still love him."

— jackie kennedy onassis gerard way.a name everyone knew. he wasn't your average 'popular-asshole-jock' guy, but damn... he was something. he got pretty well known a few years back now, he was dating a very popular girl called melody harper and for her birthday he painted her on this massive a1 canvas, she said it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and suddenly all her friends -and all of the school- wanted a bit of the mysterious dark haired artist.

he walks by my locker everyday, his long, shaggy black hair has this gorgeous bounce to it. his porcelain skin glows. i swear to fuck, it actually glows! his emerald green eyes turn a dark hazel in the dim corridors. and as he walks by my locker he does the same routine.

he

ushes his hair out of his eyes, puts his hands in the pockets of his ugly maroon school blazer, nods at me and smiles. he comes over, with the most graceful bounce in his step and you can hear the faint click of his pointy cuban heeled school shoes.

"hey frank, mikey here yet?" he asks every day at exactly 8.05. mikey doesn't get to school until at least half past.

"nope, not yet. you know mikey, he'll still be sleeping!" i laugh nervously, rubbing the back of my neck, whilst avoiding all eye contact.

"you're right, well i'll see you later!" he salutes and twirls away whilst four younger girls giggle and watch a man they will never have a chance with.

oh, and me. i'm frank iero.i'll explain the situation before we go any further.i've lived next door to the way family for about 10 years. i'm 16 now, and for the past...7 years? 6 maybe? let's go with 7-for the past 7 years i have had the biggest guy crush on gerard arthur way. and i'm not talking about those ones guys get with people they want to be like johnny depp or river phoenix, i mean totally weak at the knees when he passes me. what makes this even more awkward is that i'm best friends with his little

other, mikey- who is also in my grade in school. i think he knows because he will make little comments when he notices me blush like an idiot, but i don't know if i could ever admit it to anyone.

gerard is 17 about to turn 18 in april. for as long as i can remember he has never acted like he knows better. obviously he acts a little older, but he doesn't have that horrible authority thing going on that other older siblings seem to have. him and mikey are the best of friends, and i can admit that i am insanely jealous of that fact. but gerard has always treated me like his little

other too. i can't tell weather to be happy by that, or sad that it's even beyond 'friend-zoning'.