~X~ Fix Your Eyes ~X~: Chapter Six

DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Chemical Romance.

Author's Note: All right. Seeing as I've been adding a hell of a lot of Feeling This, I thought I should add another chapter of this. I have to even out the chapters.
I may also end up adding something I wrote for a contest. It's original, but I kinda like it. I have to see how things go first, though.

Name: ~X~Fix Your Eyes~X~
Pairing: Frank/Gerard (My Chemical Romance)
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG-13

Chapter 6. Gerard’s Promise
Frankie

It was hard. Okay, strike that. It was really hard.
Gerard barely got through it. I barely got through it. There were relapses, there was blame, and there was anger. But no way was it as bad as it had been before.
In the middle of the night, I laid my head on his chest. He wrapped and arm around me, fingers gently tracing over my side. Gerard had finally recovered, and I was so happy.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“Love you back,” I answered, snuggling up to him.
“How long has it been that we’ve done this without me getting up for a drink?” Gerard asked.
I smiled and kissed his chest. “A long time. I missed it.”
Gerard nodded and grinned down at me. He looked so cute with his hair falling into his face. I sat up and gave him a peck on the lips. “So, we’re recording tomorrow, right?”
Gerard nodded, eyes closed. “Yeah. ‘Ghost of You’ first.”
I just held him closer. “You know…”
“What?” he asked, his eyebrows knit together. “Something wrong?”
And suddenly I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
So I smiled and answered, “No. I guess I was just thinking.”
How could I tell him that fame had ruined his life once, and that it could do it again? And how I hated being photographed everywhere I went? And how I (selfishly) wanted him all to myself?
But most of all, I wanted him to be happy. So I bit my tongue and tried to smile as I watched him drift off to sleep.

Author's Note: So yeah. If the formatting's off, I'm sorry, but my computer is bitching and bitching and BITCHING at me tonight.
Comments please! <3

~X~ Fix Your Eyes ~X~: Chapter Five

DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Chemical Romance.

Author's Note: Okay, last depressing chapter!
I... Think so, anyway.
I think it gets a little bit cuter after this, and it's quite a bit less depressing. The last chapter is my personal favorite, because I laughed my ass off while writing the first line. So, anywho, onto a sappy, depressing chapter! Yaaay!

Name: ~X~Fix Your Eyes~X~
Pairing: Frank/Gerard (My Chemical Romance)
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG-13

Chapter 5. I Quit
GERARD
I was at Ray’s so fast I nearly forgot why I was there. I was holding a bouquet of pink carnations and black roses (Frankie’s favorite), and I’d showered and actually conditioned my hair for once. It was nice not to have my hair flying all over and knotting up. It was nice not to have to have Frankie brush my hair for me. It was soft and flipped up around my jaw. Maybe Frankie would like it better.
Ray answered the door. I felt lost, standing there looking like a jackass on his front porch, Ray standing in the doorway like he didn’t know what to do. Ray was my best friend, and it was great to see him at all. We hadn’t hung out much since my “problem” started. But he was there, the same as always: the floppy red curls, the big brown eyes, the huge nose I always teased him about, his big smiling mouth.
“Ray,” I whispered.
“Come on in, man,” he said, grinning. It seemed a little forced. “Frankie really wants to see you.”
I held the bouquet behind my back and followed him in. There was Frankie, sitting on the couch, curled up and looking miserable. And hurt. His right eye was black, he had a bruise on his cheek, and his lip was split. And that was just what I could see now. I could only imagine how he looked under that shirt, what bruises were hiding there…
He looked up and saw me. He gasped, then flung himself into my arms. I held him tight, feeling every little shake, every tiny sob. Finally, I held him at arm’s length.
“Frankie,” I sighed. A lump in my throat blocked my apology. All I could do was run my thumb over his cheek. He winced in pain, but hugged me again.
When he was done clinging to me, I brought out the flowers.
His eyes widened. “Gerard…” He took them, holding them close to his chest. He smiled shyly. “Thank you.”
I kissed his forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he murmured honestly.
I grabbed his shoulders. “And because I love you, I’m quitting.”
He frowned. “What?”
“I’m going to quit drinking,” I replied. A sudden excitement welled in my chest. “And I’m going to quit drugs. I want to be good enough for you.”
Frankie’s grin told me, then and there, that I could do it.

Author's Note: Again, comment. Again, send me to your friends. Again, sorry about the sadness.

~X~ Fix Your Eyes ~X~: Chapter Four

DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Chemical Romance.

Author's Note: I hope no one's sick of this one yet. There's still issues with my flash drive. Things are a little messed up on it right now, but it'll be okay in a little bit, I promise.
I know, this next chapter is practically quoted from the Lifetime channel, but I LIKE it goddammit. So you're reading it.
(Well, if you want to, that is. Still, it'll help you get the story, so please read... and comment.)

Name: ~X~Fix Your Eyes~X~
Pairing: Frank/Gerard (My Chemical Romance)
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG-13

Chapter 4. Black Eyes

Frankie

I arrived at Ray’s at around seven in the morning. I felt pretty bad intruding, but I didn’t have anywhere to go.

Ray answered the door, yawning. His dull red afro was even messier than usual, his deep chestnut eyes smoky with sleep. “Hey, Frank.” His eyes widened when he realized how I looked. “What the hell happened? You look dead!”

“I…” I had no answer, so I just shook my head.

Ray wrapped an arm around my shoulders and steered me inside. “That’s quite a shiner you’ve got, dude.”

I winced.

Ray sat me down on the couch, looking at me intently. “So.”

I squirmed awkwardly. “So what?”

“Gerard did this, didn’t he?”

I didn’t answer.

“God dammit, Frank! You can’t let him keep shoving you around like this. You know I love Gerard. He’s my best friend. But he’s fucked up. It’s not worth putting yourself through this, is it?”

“He’s worth anything,” I whispered. A lump formed in my throat, and I couldn’t swallow it. I could feel heat in my eyes and knew they were turning red.

Ray just sighed. Everyone keeps saying that I’m too nice. But that’s not true. I just happen to care about Gerard more than myself. Was that bad? Was that the wrong thing to do? It seemed like I was always doing the wrong thing lately. Maybe if I didn’t screw up so much, Gerard wouldn’t be so mad all the time…

Ray glanced up and his expression changed. His eyes softened and he sat next to me. He hugged me gently, muttering, “You deserve better, Frankie.”

Gerard told me that all the time.

A few silent tears strayed down my cheeks. I was worried. What if Gerard was drinking again?

“You look awful,” Ray murmured.

I looked up at him. “Do I?”

Ray nodded. “Do you want to see?”

I shrugged. “In a minute.” His arms were warm around me. Ray always managed to make me feel at least a little better. I closed my eyes and nuzzled into his shoulder, trying to make everything else disappear.

Author's Note: Okay, yeah. It's sad. I know. Still, it has a few jokes in it.
The second one, ~X~Take Your Gloves~X~ is pretty funny. At least, I thought it was when I was writing it a two in the morning on weekends.
COMMENTS PLEASE!!! They sustain my life force.

~X~ Fix Your Eyes ~X~: Chapter Three

DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Chemical Romance.

Author's Note: "Feeling This" is still alive, don't worry. I'm just having a few technical problems.
While I'm pretty proud of "~X~Fix Your Eyes~X~", and I know that "Feeling This" is at a slightly lower quality (at least, I feel like it is). Still, I really like the second chapter of "Feeling This". So that'll be coming back really soon.
So now here's "~X~Fix Your Eyes~X~" once more.

Name: ~X~Fix Your Eyes~X~
Pairing: Frank/Gerard (My Chemical Romance)
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG-13

Chapter 3. Empty Bottles and Empty Beds
GERARD
I awoke that morning to birds singing outside the window. It was warm, even though summer had barely started. Smashed bottles littered the floor. Someone had dragged me to my bed and tucked me in. My head felt like someone had taken a knife to my brain.
On the night stand was a glass of water and two aspirin. I downed them, then picked up a note on Frankie’s pillow.
Gerard,
I went over to Ray’s. Take the aspirin and go back to sleep. Feel better.
I love you.
~Frankie
Tears welled up in my eyes. “What kind of bastard am I?” I whispered under my breath. I was so happy that no one was there to tell me.
The only person that wouldn’t say “A sick one” was Frankie. And, as usual, I’d shoved him away.
I wrapped myself up and whimpered, barely holding back the tears that pushed at my eyelids. What had I done?

Author's Note: Again, reeeaaally short. It's needed for the story, though.
Send me to you friends, do it! DO IT!!!

~X~ Fix Your Eyes ~X~: Chapter Two

DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Chemical Romance.

Author's Note: Well, yes, I published the first chapter about five minutes ago. But it was short.
SO ON TO CHAPTER TWO!!!

Name: ~X~Fix Your Eyes~X~
Pairing: Frank/Gerard (My Chemical Romance)
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG-13


Chapter 2. Seeing Red (It’s Hard Not to With Blood on the Floor)
Frankie
I woke up to the feel of the mattress lifting under me. Startled, I barely managed to blink the sleep from my eyes when I saw Gerard, in Jack Skellington boxers, heading towards the kitchen.
The panic I felt kept me silent for a moment before whispering, “What are you doing?”
Gerard turned, looking scared. He sighed and glared at me. “Jesus Christ, Frankie. Can’t I do anything without being fucking interrogated?”
I could feel shame bubbling up inside of me. I couldn’t understand it, but Gerard always made me feel like this was all my fault.
“Frankie, if you’d…”
“Why the hell won’t you…”
“…Maybe then I’d be happy! You just don’t want me to be happy, do you?”
I sat up, resting my chin on my knees. “I’m sorry. I just…” I stared at the comforter over my feet.
Gerard sighed again. “I can’t believe I put up with this shit.” He disappeared into the kitchen, but kept talking. “Get off my fucking back. I can do whatever I want. I’m an adult.” He came back holding a beer. “I can’t believe I put up with you.”
I could feel my eyes start to burn. Not from the insults - Gerard usually said much worse to me - but from the alcohol in my lover’s hand.
“Gerard.” My voice came out in a harsh whisper. “Baby, please, put it down…”
Gerard glared, popped the top, and guzzled. I winced at how fast he downed it. “Go back to sleep,” he snarled, throwing the can at my head. I ducked, but I could feel it graze my hair.
“But…”
“Don’t be a pain in the ass, Frank!” Gerard looked deadly. I cowered, curling up even tighter. I laid down and turned on my side, trying to ignore the white refrigerator light from the kitchen. I attempted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t stand to sleep with my one true love destroying himself in the other room.
Of course - he was crying again. I tried to block it out, but it filtered through my thoughts. I knew he’d just be angry if I went and talked to him, but I went anyway.
He was slumped over the table. I was amazed by how much he’d downed in such a short while. He was whimpering into a beer bottle.
I cleared my throat quietly. “Hun?”
He looked up at me. His eyes were filled with nothing but tears and intoxicated hate. “What the fuck do you want?” he slurred.
I walked forward, hesitantly. “Gerard…” I tried to grab the bottle, but he pulled it out of my reach.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” he bellowed. I flinched instinctively, shielding my face with my arms. “DO YOU THINK YOU’RE SAVING ME? DO YOU THINK YOU’RE HELPING?” He threw the bottle as hard as he could. I fell to the floor, only to hear it crash on the wall behind me.
I felt a different bottle collide with my back. I heard it crack, and a searing pain flew up my spine. I curled up, scared. I couldn’t fight him, ever. Especially not like this - Gerard was strong, and he was even stronger when he was angry.
“YOU’VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING FOR ME!” Gerard yelled. He kicked me hard in the side. Pain exploded in my rib cage. “YOU’LL NEVER DO ANYTHING FOR ME!” The blows were coming so fast now that I hardly knew where they were coming from. He pulled me up by my shoulders and shoved me into the table. I stumbled and fell back to the floor. Tears were streaming down his pale cheeks, his brown eyes wide, his long black hair a matted mess. “Can’t you see?” he growled, his voice shaking. “Can’t you see that you’re just hurting yourself?” He threw a chair into me, knocking into my aching ribs. “I’M NO GOOD FOR YOU! STOP WASTING YOUR TIME!”
“I’m just trying to help you change!” I yelled back. I was shaking in fear.
He brought his face so close to mine I could smell the beer on his breath, and it made me dizzy. “Maybe,” he hissed, “I don’t want to change.”

Author's Note: Leaving me a comment is REALLY simple. Just click on the little linky-poo at the bottom of each post.

~X~ Fix Your Eyes ~X~: Chapter One

DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Chemical Romance.

Author's Note: All right, I'm on a roll. A post a day. This should continue on for a while, as I have a lot to add onto here.
I wrote "Fix Your Eyes" for my wonderful friend Mary. She and I are both huge Ferard fans, so I was really giving both of us a gift when I wrote this. I had a lot of fun with both this and the sequal, "Take Your Gloves". The currently unnamed third story is one I'm going to be starting very shortly, as I need it to be done by Mary's birthday.
Like I said, I really liked writing this story, so hopefully that reflects. Hope you like it.

Name: ~X~Fix Your Eyes~X~
Pairing: Frank/Gerard (My Chemical Romance)
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG-13


Chapter 1. Deserving
GERARD
I stared at him. I couldn’t help it. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything quite so beautiful in my life. Curled up beneath the sheets, with black hair - normally so perfectly combed to the side - mussed and untidy. Those big, puppy dog eyes, a pale brown, closed in sleep. Defined pink lips parted slightly, angelic puffs of breath escaping. His pale face nuzzled against the pillow. His small, rounded nose wrinkled. Frankie was so cute when he slept.
And, tragically, I didn’t deserve any of it.
I didn’t deserve his praise. I didn’t deserve his affection. I didn’t deserve the soft way he smiled, or the way he held my head up after a long night of drinking. It was so unfair.
I was being unfair, too, but in a different way. Frankie didn’t deserve his “responsibilities” - making sure I was okay when I’d had too much to drink, making sure I never took too many drugs, making sure that I stayed alive. I was unfair because I made him cry, made him worry, and made him take care of me when I was old enough to do it myself. But he was unfair to himself, because he always let me take advantage of him.
Maybe that was Frankie’s idea of love - sacrificing everything you have for the other person, no matter how fucked up they are. Well, I was fucked up, and Frankie just didn’t need me. Not when he had Mikey, Bob, and Ray around.
I kissed his cheek, just soft enough to keep him asleep. He smiled in his sleep, a small smile, and murmured “Gerard” as he hugged his pillow.
I got up and walked to the kitchen, just to fuck myself up again.

Author's Note: I know it's short. A lot of the chapters in this are. I like to think that it picks up pretty quick, however. So, please, leave a comment and email my blog to every person you've ever met. (I'm a comment whore and unashamed.)