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Circo

The man smirked at the small boy in front of him, glancing over his head before placing a hand on the boys shoulder. “Do you believe in magic?" He asked as if it were a secret between the pair. Franks eyes widened slightly and he nodded his head vigorously. “Good, because that is exactly what it was,”

Every child, at some point in their life, dreams of joining the circus.
That’s the good life, right?
Every night you get to perform to hundreds of people who will all ‘ohh’ and ‘ahh’ and the performance you are giving. You’re the centre of attention; no child could pass that up.

Frank was very much the same, and from the first time he ever went to the Circus, he knew that he wanted to be an entertainer of some kind.
When all becomes too much for Frank, at the age of sixteen, he leaves, choosing to start a new life away from everything he grew up around.

This will eventually become a Frerard...shock horror.
Obviously I don't own My Chemical Romance and I'm not making any money from this story blah blah blah
  1. PROLOGUE: Part One
    That was the final straw for Frank. That was when he knew that he had to get out, he had to get away, he had to leave.
  2. PROLOGUE: Part Two
    “There’s no table for Circus,” he’d answered, his eyes wide as he looked up at his teacher who’d frowned and lead him over to the table where the children who wanted to be Doctors were standing.
  3. ONE
    Mum drinks because Dad’s never around and Dads never around because Mum drinks. It's funny how that works, isn't it?
  4. TWO
    The three talked for a bit, and I saw Josie tilt her head at the caravan while still looking at Gerard. That made an un-easy feeling settle into my stomach. They were talking about me.
  5. THREE
    I swallowed, my tongue thick in my mouth and my throat closing up, I didn’t know what to do; how to react to his announcement. He stepped closer and closer still until I could feel him breathing on my lips, until I could practically taste the smoke
  6. FOUR
    "They decided to try and ‘make a relationship work’, you know for the baby and shit. Nine months later, I greeted the world, you know how it goes” he paused and let out a sharp chuckle. “But I’m sure you didn’t need to know all of that,”
  7. FIVE
    I took another sip, and once again winced at the taste. Call it peer-pressure if you will, but if drinking was the way the people here socialised, I didn’t really want to be left out.
  8. SIX
    Another random field, in another random part of another random state...another random campsite is set up for the night. It’s funny, how something that is so random is so routine.
  9. SEVEN
    Not only did he perfect everything to the T and manage to keep it elegant, but he made everything so damn sensual. Every move just oozed sex, and I didn’t know how I’d managed to miss it the first time I’d seen the routine.
  10. EIGHT
    I didn’t look back at Gerard; I feared that doing so would rip some kind of hole in the fabric of reality. I hadn’t been here long, but for the entire time that I had Gerard had been this crazy upbeat guy who ***ed anything and sang Abba.
  11. NINE
    His face, that normally wore that constant smirk, looked vulnerable, creases forming across his forehead as he concentrated on what he was doing, on not falling.
  12. TEN
    It was at that point, where my confidence levels had finally started to expand...that a huge crack of thunder split the sky and caused the rain to fall in not so small amounts. Sheets of it cascaded from the black clouds...
  13. ELEVEN
    I’d never been one for drinking and drugs, the thought kind of scared me. I’d seen my mother drunk, and I never wanted to get like that and although I’d never tried any form of narcotics, I just knew that it’d be much the same effect, if not worse.
  14. TWELVE
    I’d expected to get a reaction from him, but instead he just grinned. “But it is a fine piece of ass, right?” I just laughed and made a humming noise. To this day I don’t know if that hum was one of agreement or not...
  15. THIRTEEN
    I hadn’t thought about Gerard much.
  16. FOURTEEN
    Because wasn’t that what the circus was to an everyday person? They go there, for one night, pay their money and get taken into this magical world where anything is possible; a woman bending into impossible shapes, and a man dangling from the scaffol
  17. FIFTEEN
    I made the mistake of trying to climb over him, and putting one of my legs out in the aisle over both of his legs. “Oh, Frankie,” he grinned. “I had no idea.” He clasped his hands onto my hips.
  18. SIXTEEN
    I looked back down at the newspaper in my hands and tried to read it once again, but I couldn’t work any of it out. I never had been good at learning other languages.
  19. SEVENTEEN
    I didn’t want to be left out in this place anymore, and hey, I may as well follow the example my mother set for me.
  20. EIGHTEEN
    I sat self consciously in Gerards bed for another moment or two, just wracking my brain for any kind of reminder of what went down last night. It was ironic that I needed the alcohol to give me a confidence that at a consequence I wouldn’t even remem
  21. NINETEEN
    It felt hot wherever the needle touched, little pin pricks of heat pushing under my skin and scratching around, determinedly trying to cling to my flesh, or rip it apart.
  22. TWENTY
    I heard Mr Ways voice boom from the ring, announcing the arrival of ‘The Star’ and it was all of a sudden like all this time, the whole crushing weight of the last two months was crashing down onto me, like some tripped out thrill ride into the past.
  23. TWENTY-ONE
    My head was fuzzy for a few moments and it took me a little while to work out that the second body in my bed wasn’t Josie, but in fact a lot more welcome
  24. TWENTY-TWO; For Erika.
    “I stand by what I said when you got here. A face like yours is sure to be missed.” He muttered moving closer and putting his hand on my face. “She obviously doesn’t care about you.”
  25. TWENTY THREE
    I let out a distressed, strangled noise from the back of my throat and threw myself backwards onto the bed, covering my eyes with my arm. “I...no. I can’t."