Frank is starting his sophomore year at Newman High School (came up with the name sorry!) he meets Gerard and they get into some good and bad situations. DESCRIPTION: here's the characters btw! Gerard, Frank, Ray, Mikey, Christa, Kristin, Pete Wentz...
After I gave Frank my clothes, I waited for him to come back with them slipped on. As I did, I changed myself. I slipped on an Iron Maiden shirt and some Star Wars pajama pants (if ykyk)
I came back to where I was previously standing. I thought about how he looked at me on the couch. It was as if I was Superman and he was a women who just got their life saved.
He couldn't like me....could he? No, not ever
I heard the bathroom door creak open."I have a question." He looked up at me from his ipod. "What's up?" I thought for a moment. "Why were you staring at me on the couch earlier?"
His eyes widened. "Uh.....its.....uhm..."
I thought for a moment. "Oh.." He fucking liked me? How?! I'm Gerard Way! No one has liked me before! Why the sudden change!? I can't. I'm also 16 going on 17!
"I'm sorry!" He ran down the steps. "Wait!-" he was already gone. Fuck. Wait, why is my face hot. No! Snap out of it! You've only known him for a day! I face palm and my hand slid down my face, dragging my lip.
I grabbed my sketch book and good pen. I went downstairs and saw Frank laying on the couch, wiggling his toes. What the fuck.
I- did I just hear the line??! I did!
"Break a leg tonight..."
HES LISTENING TO CURRENTS CONVULSIVE! GO. NOW. I poked my head over his
"Under the bedroom ligh- FUCK! You scared me!" I smirked. "Whatcha listening to?" I already know.
"Uh....Peirce The Veil." I smiled REALLY big. "Can I listen?" say yes you gayass (IM JUST KIDDING) "Sure." FUCK YEAH!
I took an earbud. I opened to my batman sketches. "Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin. Won't let you go, oh no, oh no..." I sang softly as I drew.
"Rad!" I jumped as I looked over at Frank. He had on a big goofy smile and was peering at my drawing.
Also "rad" HAS to be his favorite word.
"Thanks." I flipped to my joker shit.
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"How" "Magic" We laughed.
"Damn it's late." Frank yawned and stretched. As he did, he let out a little groan. Fuck.
"You can stay in my room." "Why?" "Your a guest. I can't have you sleep on the floor." "But they are." "Shut up" We went into my room
"Welcome to my slaughter house" He turned slowly to look at me. "...what" I laughed. Why did he turn so slow. 🗿
"I'm going to Mike's room. I'm taking my pink pillow though (another if ykyk) Need or want to know anything before I go?" He shook his head.
"Oki doki." We said goodnight. I headed to Mike's room and opened the door. There was shit everywhere.
"THIS ISNT EVEN AS BAD AS ME WITH FANGORIA!?" I whisper screamed.
I tidied up a bit. I tried to sleep but, I had the urge.
"Hes gotta have at least one." I say to myself. I finally found the pencil sharpener. I took the blade and cut again.
A wash of relief came over me, then, I immediately regretted it.
"Why...why did I do that.." I looked down at my arms and wrists and there were so many cuts. "Just stop it.." I said to myself. But, I couldn't.
I continued again until I was satisfied. Then, I went to sleep
513 words this time Poor Gee! Frank needs to find out to help him :( Also, I drew the house layout! - Sam
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