Frerard Oneshots

Listen up, Sunshine

I could feel the music through my headphones. It was up on the highest volume and I could feel the vibrations. My eyes roamed around my ceiling as I laid on my back on my bed. I was listening to my favorite band frnkiero andthe cellabration. They're really great. They've got some really fast, intense stuff that makes my floors shake. I looked up the lyrics online, those are great too. They've got so much meaning behind them.

I saw my door open and I looked over to see Mikey. I gave him a small wave, turning away and closing my eyes. He nudged my shoulder and I frowned, looking over in his direction.

"Dinner's ready," he told me using sign language.

Everyone has learned sign language in my family for my sake. I could read lips bit it was just so much easier when they used sign language.

My peaceful bubble was deflated as I turned the music off on my phone and followed him downstairs. My parents were just setting the table when I sat down. The four of us began to eat, nobody speaking much.

"How was your day, Gerard?" My mom asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, looking down and poking at my food. Mikey asked my dad a question while I ate. I rested my head on my hand, spooning the food into my mouth the the other.

I finally finished and was excused from the table as I hurried up to my room. I looked over at the poster on my wall, which held a big picture of Frank Iero. I smiled, laying down on my bed again. I may or may not have a little crush on Frank.

And by a little I mean I love him so much.

But can you blame me? He's gorgeous.

The lights flickered as somebody rang the doorbell downstairs. Our whole house was modified just to help me. It's not always bad, but sometimes I hate it when people have to change stuff for me.

The door opened and Ryan walked in with the biggest smile on his face I've ever seen. I met Ryan a couple of years ago at my school, a special school for the deaf. Ryan doesn't go there, he's not deaf. He was just there because he wanted to learn ASL and I volunteered to teach him. We've been best friends ever since.

"Guess what?" He asked.

He dropped his bag down, excitedly sitting beside on the bed while I looked at him in confusion.

"Frank Iero is here in Belleville," he answered.

I shook my head, not believing it.

"It's true!" Ryan exclaimed, not using his hands to speak as he shook my shoulders.

"Why would Frank come here?" I asked.

"I don't know," Ryan said. "But they're playing in a bar and we should totally go. I've already told your parents I'm staying the night so they won't even bother us in here."

"And sneak out?" I asked.

He nodded his head quickly. "Plus, I parked around the block and told them I walked here so they won't notice my car missing."

"And you're positive Frank is here?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was some kind of last-minute, spur of the moment show kind of thing," he said.

Would I pass up an opportunity to meet the Frank Iero?

Hell no.

"Okay, let's go," I said.

He smiled, pulling me up to my feet. He went to my closet and threw some clothes on my direction. I looked at him in confusion again and he smiled happily.

"You gotta look cute for Frank," he said.

I smiled, changing into the white skirt, black Cellabration shirt with the big symbol on it in white, white thigh highs and black boots. We snuck out through my window, going onto the roof right outside my window. We dropped the small distance down onto the grass, running over to his car quickly.

He drove us to a bar, filled with people. Some were obviously fans of the band but others had no clue who they were. We went to walk inside but some man stopped us. He said something, but he was chewing gum at the same time and I couldn't really read what his lips were saying. Ryan dragged me away and I felt myself fall in disappointment.

"We can't get in, we're under 21," he sighed.

I could feel my lip quivering. I had my hopes up so high and I didn't get anything. I sat down on the curb, my head in my hands. Ryan rubbed my back gently. About twenty minutes later I could feel the vibrations of the music. They weren't strong, they'd be stronger inside but I guess it's better than nothing.

"Maybe next time," Ryan said.

I nodded sadly, closing my eyes and leaning my head against his shoulder. We seemed to sit there forever, just feeling the music. Maybe Ryan could hear it, I don't know. I can't remember what it's like to hear.

I felt vibrations coming from Ryan as he spoke and hit my roughly. I scrunched my nose up as I looked at him. I looked over in front of us and saw none other than Frank Iero standing in front of us. My jaw dropped and Ryan stood up but I couldn't seem to move. Frank said something but I was far too starstruck to understand. Ryan dragged me up to my feet and Frank smiled. He said something and I looked at his lips but it barely seemed understandable in my mind from how shocked I still was.

"He said he saw your shirt and came over to say hi," Ryan told me, using his hands.

"Oh, are you deaf?" Frank asked as I watched his perfect lips move.

I nodded stiffly.

I've watched so many interviews of Frank I knew exactly how he talked. With new people, it's usually hard to read their lips. Everyone talks differently and moves their mouths differently, have different accents and so many other factors.

"Tell him I'm a really big fan of him," I told Ryan.

Ryan translated that for me and I couldn't stop the smile on my face.

Some people who are deaf speak but I don't. I've just never felt comfortable to do so. I was put into speech classes when I was younger but I hated it so my parents didn't make me go.

"Thank you," Frank said. "I don't know sign language, I'm sorry."

He ran his fingers through his hair and I near about fainted. Oh god, he's so beautiful. I could see all his tattoos and I wanted to be the one touching his hair so badly. He was a little sweaty from playing and that made him look even more attractive.

"We would've gone in to see you but we're only nineteen and can't get in," Ryan said.

"That sucks, man," Frank said. "We've actually got another show on Tuesday back in my town. It's at an eighteen and up bar."

My eyes lit up as I tugged on Ryan's sleeve, nodding quickly.

"I like your hair, by the way," Frank said, pointing to my head.

I touched my red hair gently, feeling like it was touched by Jesus himself.

"It's very pretty," he said. "You're very pretty."

I think I'm gonna pass out. Or scream. Or cry. Oh god I'm literally gonna scream, I haven't screamed in so long. No, I'm gonna throw up. I'm literally gonna throw up all over his shoes. I can't breathe. When did it get so hot? Oh no I can feel my eyes stinging with tears.

I managed to say thank you with my shaky hands.

Ryan didn't even get a chance to translate it before Frank said, "Does that mean thank you? It's so cute."

He copied the motion, bringing his hand from his chin down.

Oh god, someone please stab me.

Ryan looked at his phone and bit his lip. He gave me a look and I raised my eyebrows.

"I have to go, my mom needs me," he said.

"You two have to go?" Frank asked, almost sounding disappointed. "You're very interesting."

"Gee doesn't have to go, he can stay and chat, he's the more interesting one," Ryan said before walking off.

My eyes widened and I realized with a sudden heart attack that I was currently alone with the one and only Frank Iero on a dark street underneath a streetlight.

"Gee, that's a really cute name," he said.

I blushed, looking down at my feet for a moment.

"I don't think I have another deaf fan so that's pretty cool," he said. "How long have you been listening to my stuff?"

I bit my lip as I thought about it before holding up two fingers.

"Two years? Jesus, that's basically the whole existence of the band," he mumbled. "And I guess if you're such a special fan I can tell you that we are almost done with a second album."

I smiled excitedly and he laughed.

"The rest of the guys went out for drinks," he said. "Come back to the bus with me and I'll give you a sneak peak."

I nodded and he held my hand, leading me onto their tour bus. I actually thought my head might explode right this second. I was inside Frank Iero's tour bus.

Frank said something but he wasn't really facing me and I frowned in confusion. He turned back to look at me expectantly and I frowned.

"I asked if you wanted a water," he repeated.

I blushed and shook my head. If I had anything more in my stomach I think I might throw up. I mean, I'm here with Frank f*****g Iero. I was trying my hardest not to completely fanboy over him.

We sat down on a couch and he grabbed an acoustic guitar. Frank started playing softly and I frowned. I placed my hand on the guitar and he frowned in confusion. I grabbed my phone, opening the notes app.

I need the vibrations

"f**k, now I feel stupid," Frank said. "You can't hear it."

I placed my hand on the guitar again and he started playing. I smiled as I felt the rhythm vibrate through me.

"You like it?" Frank asked and I nodded quickly. "Good, I'm really excited for this album."

He played for a little longer before he sighed and grabbed a water bottle, setting his guitar aside.

"Sorry, my throat's just hurting a bit from the show," he said. "Do you play any instruments or anything?"

I shook my head.

"Shame, you look like you'd be in a band," he said. "You've just got something about you."

I blushed and he smiled, holding my hand. My heart nearly burst out of my chest.

"So, you don't do anything musical but you still seem artistic," he said. "Judging by the paint underneath your fingernails I can assume you're a painter?"

I nodded and he smiled.

"I paint a little myself, I'm sure you're way better," he said and I shook my head. "No? Come on, I'm sure you're like Picasso or Van Gogh. I bet all your work is going to be hanging in museums."

I blushed and shook my head.

"Don't be so modest," Frank said. "I would love to see your work sometime, if that's okay with you."

Is this his way of saying he wants to spend more time with me? Because if so then I couldn't nod fast enough.

"Here's my number, call me sometime," he said, scribbling it onto the back of a receipt for a pizza. "Or I guess text, you can't call."

He put the paper in my hand and I smiled.

"I should walk you home," he said.

I frowned but he was right. I wish I could just stay here forever. Frank held my hand and we walked down the street. I couldn't believe I was actually holding Frank Iero's hand.

Frank said something and I frowned because he wasn't facing towards me, he was facing forwards. I held his chin gently and turned him to look at me as we walked and he smiled.

"Sorry, I forgot, I need to look at you when I talk," he said. "I was just saying about how I could get you and your friend backstage at my show on Tuesday."

My eyes widened and he laughed. I nodded excitedly, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, it's all yours," he said. "I'll be more than happy to spend more time with you."

I blushed as we got to my house and I pointed at it sadly.

"Your house?" He asked and I nodded. "Well, text me sometime."

Frank held my hips and gave me a soft kiss. The kiss between us deepened as he pulled me closer. We pulled away after we both needed air. Our foreheads rested against each other's and I smiled.

Frank pulled away so that way I could read his lips. "Text me later, please."

I nodded and he gave me one more soft kiss before I headed inside. I didn't even care that I got lectured for an entire hour for sneaking out, it was all worth it.