day forty-four.Tuesday, December 20
I was having a perfectly good time watching Tosh.0 with Pumpkin and Boo until suddenly, and I don't even know how this happened, Pumpkin and I got into another argument, and they left my house! They just walked right out! And they even took Boo with them!
They're just trying to deprive me of everything that makes me happy in my life. I know they are!
They just want to see me depressed. Well, that's just fucking fine! Because I am depressed! I haven't felt this way before in my life, and I don't know what to do! I need Pumpkin. I need Boo. But no, they both just walked out of my life!
I'm getting desperate.
Why does Pumpkin hate me so?
I thought they loved me. I love them.
Come back to me, Pumpkin.
Oh, and bring Boo back, too. I know she's fat, and it could be a difficult job, but I really want my baby kitten back.
Word Count: 161.
(OOC: Co-written with: ~sfregiato.)
The Box.People around the school knew Gerard Way as the creepy guy that dyed his hair a lot.The Box.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His classmates knew him as the guy who sat in the corner and didn't talk to anybody.
His friends, you could say, knew him as the one that drew amazingly, who was going to make it far in the comic industry.
His brother knew him as the best sibling in the world.
I knew him as my boyfriend.
Notice I say "knew", as in the past tense of "know"?
Well Gerard killed himself a week before our high school graduation.
He, he said the bullying was too much. He said that it's been going on ever since he was fifteenthe year he finally felt proud enough to tell his parents and friends that he was gay.
He said he was glad that the bullying died down for a bit after the "I'm gay" news got around, but it started up again when he was eighteen, when he dyed his hair red.
I tried to tell him he shouldn't care what the others thought, just try to stay strong, and he seemed strong for a long time, but
All Was Golden in the Sky.There's a young teenAll Was Golden in the Sky.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
that goes by the name
He has a head full of long black hair that
makes him resemble a girl.
His parents are ashamed of his looks,
at how their only son should have been their only daughter.
So, they lock him up in his room,
make him stay on the balcony
while they host a party downstairs.
Frank's a bright boy,
and he figures out a way to get past his parents' ways.
He would climb down the wall beside his balcony
and sneak in the party that way.
He always dreamt of going to one of his parents' parties.
He had heard that they were glorious,
decorated in the finest of objects that could
make anyone gaze in awe.
Frank wants to see it,
and he's going to tonight.
So, he dresses in his cleanest dress clothes
just a simple white collared shirt,
a red tie,
and the black skinny jeans his parents loath.
He weaves up a colorful mask full of black feathers
to match his hair.
He holds it in two hands,
guides it to his face,
and jumps off the balcony.
He slips between
Headache."I have such a headache."Headache.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Shut the fuck up, Gerard," my little brother teases from the other side of the tour bus as he types away on his Sidekick.
"How about you stop telling me what to do and just continue sexting with your little boyfriend?" I laugh to myself and get up from the chair I was planted in for the last ten minutes. I sway over to the counter and reach for the coffee machine, but a hand slaps at mine. When I look up, I see Mikey Way.
"Why'd you do that for? Your big bro needs his coffee." I attempt once more to grab at the pot, but Mikey ends up pushing my hand away and knocking me upside the head.
"Your little bro says you drink too much coffee."
I scoff and dust myself off dramatically. "Your big bro says I don't drink too much coffee."
"Your little bro says you have a headache, because you drink too much caffeine."
"Your big bro says it's just caffeine withdrawal, retard." I push him out of the way, making his glasses go askew. I laugh at himall nasally
Archery.Gerard Way's just a bit violent. That's why he likes playing croquet. He imagines all those little balls are his classmates, and the wickets are rings of fire that smother his peers when they pass.Archery.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So, he doesn't miss the chance to sign up for the newest class their private school offersArchery.
He knows he won't be that good at it, but it'll be fun to think about shooting sharp arrows into targets or his classmates.
The only problem is that he doesn't want to sign up by himself. That'll just make him a weirdo.
So, after the final bell rings, he walks out his Biology classroom and heads over to his friend's locker, knowing he'll be stuck in there.
Gerard has to kick at the white piece of shit before it opens, and it reveals his short friend sitting at the bottom of it, his phone in his lap as he taps away. Gerard hears him munching, and he suspects it's the bag of chips he hadn't eaten at lunch.
Gerard lightly knocks on the locker door. His friend doesn't raise his head. "Frank,
Wax.Frank Iero makes Voo-Doo dolls whenever he feels lonely.Wax.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today, he decides to make one of his ex-boyfriendthe stupid bastard that decided to cheat on him and knock a girl up. Frank recalls she was in a shitty band.
He stares at the surface of his desk and grabs a handful of melted candle wax. His ex always liked to burn candles when they were intimate. Frank liked that about him.
He smashes the pieces of wax together and shapes his former lover. It looks exactly like him.
He ends up making two more dollsone of the girl he cheated with and one of a little baby girl.
Later that night, he lights a candle and throws the dolls in. As they melt, he can hear little screams.
Frank wakes up the next morning to find the doll of his ex half-burnt, and he wonders why it didn't demolish completely. The others did. He doesn't bother it, thoughjust continues on with his day.
When he goes into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee, the doorbell to his little home rings. He begin
First Day.The first time Frank Iero fell in love was in the sandbox.First Day.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was only eight at the time, but he knew it was still love. Sure, his hands were covered with dirt, his face was scratched up, and his eyes were red from crying all day, but he knew it was still that wonderful, overwhelming emotion.
He was sitting in the sandbox at his elementary school, the sand and other materials covering him from head to toe. Maybe that's why he was crying, but it was so long agohe can't remember now.
It was late at nightwell, late to an eight-year-old, so it was only around five. It was chilly outsideit only being around twenty degrees Fahrenheit, and he wasn't wearing a sweaterand Frank trusted the sand in this small box to hold him through the night.
His parents had gotten mad at him that morning when they woke up and stepped in a puddle of puppy piss. They told him they wouldn't pick him up from school, because he was a bad boy for not letting the dog out last night. He
Yearbook."Smile!"Yearbook.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"C'mon. It's for the yearbook," Frank sings, and he waves the camera around before putting it back to his face.
I still don't. I turn my head to look down at the tiled floor of the sophomore hallway. "I don't like my smile. It's awkward, and my teeth are small and stupid." I kick the ground.
Frank sighs, and he goes to lean up against the locker beside me. "I think your smile's beautiful." He grabs at my hand. "You're going to have to smile. Picture day's coming up."
I grimace, but squeeze his hand back. "Whatever."
MCR: Perfect.MCR: Perfect.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was told he wasn't perfect.
And after years and years of ridicule and judgment, he started to believe them.
He'd spend hours in front of the mirror, poking at the fatty areas on his stomach, the disgusting parts on his thighs, and the flabby skin on his arms.
He hated it all, and he couldn't understand why his imperfectionshis flawswouldn't leave him alone.
He'd done all the right things.
He'd, sorta, eat healthy. Well, healthier than he was eating before.
He'd purged at all the right times.
He'd known when to starve himself to the point right before his body went into starvation mode. He hadn't wanted that. He'd heard you actually gained weight whenever that happened.
He hadn't understood why he was being punished.
Had he done something wrong?
Had something made his techniques become ineffective?
He had wanted the answers, and he had wanted them now.
He had wanted to be perfect, wanted to be up to their standards.
He'd do everything they had
Milk."I miss drinking milk," I softly admit, not wanting him to hear, but he does anyway, and he goes on to laugh at me.Milk.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Seriously, Poison? Out of all the things in the world, you choose to miss milk." He snorts and shakes his head, looking off to the side.
I sink deeper into the diner's roughly cushioned chair, a frown on my face. That's not all I miss, I want to say. I run my fingertips along the table top's surface, my hazel eyes clouding up with tears. One falls out my left eye.
I miss the old you.
Owl."Look! An owl just flew by."Owl.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He grinds my hips into the sand, pressing his mouth to my ear. His hot breath attacks the brim. "I swear I just saw it."
My lips tremble. "You're lying. They're all gone."
His tongue attaches to my neck, licking up the sweat. It swirls around my ear lobe as his hands lay on my sides, pressing my belly closer to the ground. "Why would I lie?"
My breath catches in my throat when I hear a small hooting sound come from above us.
Poison softly chuckles. "I wouldn't lie to you."
Lullaby."There ain't no sunshine when she's gone only darkness when she's away "Lullaby.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His hand presses against the other's swollen stomach. His fingers curl into his palm, and he starts to softly shake as he leans down to kiss the brim of the shorter's ear.
"There ain't no sunshine when she's g-gone, and this house just ain't no-o h-ho-me anytime sh-he goes a-away."
The trembling other hugs his partner, holds him close. "You are my su-sunshine, my only su-sunshin-ne you make me ha-happy pl-eas-se don't take my su-sunshine aw-away."
The younger of the two smiles before touching his stomach. "I won't."
Sweats."Why do you like me wearing these?" Frank Iero goes and stretches the material of the sweatpants on his legs.Sweats.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His boyfriend hugs him from behind. "Are-aren't you com-comfortab-b-ble?"
Frank nods. "I am. It's just that " He drifts off.
Gerard Way tightens his hug. "Is it, is it Brendon?" he asks softly as he kisses the other's cheek.
Frank nods again. "He never liked me wearing them."
The black-head ruffles his hair. "Well, I, I like you wear-wearing-g them, Frank. Who-o cares a-about Brendon? He hurt yo-ou."
The teenage mother only nods. "I love you, Gerard."
"I lo-ove you-u, too."
Creep - FrerardIt wasn't always this way.Creep - Frerard2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm naturally drawn to beauty. It's something I personally find rare enough to put on a pedestal; that anything beautiful is meant to be examined and admired.
I'm also more curious than a normal person should be. I guess it's in my genes, and that's something I can't necessarily just wash out.
The first time was an accident.
He had to have known his curtains and blinds were wide open, exposing not just a window, but a huge bay window, on the other side of which was his bedroom. It always struck me as odd of someone to require such a large window in the room where the most private things are accomplished. I didn't dwell on it, though. It wasn't the window I found interesting, anyway, but what lay beyond; within, and what I saw.
I had been walking home from my friend Bob's house. It wasn't far from my apartment at all, maybe a few blocks. I usually rode the bus because Bob complained whenever I was late, and walking meant more distractions. T
Day 39.Thursday, March 29Day 39.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
The strangest thing happened today. When I walked out of my apartment, Frank was there, sitting by the door. I jumped, of course. Why wouldn't I? And Frank slowly raised himself up and tried to be eye level with me. He sorta stared me down, and then he only said that he was spending the night here. He walked into the house, dragging a bag behind him. I didn't even see the bag.
I don't really wanna question why he's staying here, but I feel like I should.
Frank mentioned seeing Jamia's parents over the whole ordeal, and that he wanted to skip it, but I'm not sure I heard him correctly…
Frank didn't want to skip meeting his soon-to-be in-laws.
Frank didn't want an abortion.
Frank doesn't want to cuddle.
Frank isn't curled up to my side.
Word Count: 139.
(OOC: Written by: ~sfregiato.)
Dear Gerard from Biology ClassDear Gerard from Biology Class2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dear Gerard Way from my Biology class,
Oh my God,
Gerard Way, from Biology,
words cannot express my undyingI like you. Hell, I might even be inlove with
love for you
you. Even though I've only spoken to you four times this whole year.
I've been liking you ever since my eyes rested on your soft scalp,
which I have been gazing hopelessly at all year. It's pretty pathetic
Your scalp is beautiful.You're beautiful.
I blame you for making me fail Biology,
your God damn scalp...
I love the way you turn your head and gaze out the window in a drifting
daze, and start biting at your chapped, full lips with boredom.
I can'tEvery movement
blame you, Mr. Jefferson a fucking bore with everything.
is just, alluring.
And when in class, and those times you turn your head so I can see, your eyes
twinkle under the shitty excuse of high quality school lighting. (Ah, bless this
God for your angelic looks
MCR: Gestures.It began with a gesture, and a rude gesture at that, to tell me that all of my previous thoughts had been wrong. I always figured that Frank Iero was a faggot. The clothes, the make-up, the way he acted around his friends well, it all screamed gay to me.MCR: Gestures.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, high school boys will be boys, running around and acting like they're faggots to get a laugh out of everybody. Frank Iero was one of those boys. He was practically the main one they all went to, hoping to get a quick laugh out of the other students. Picking people up, holding them, humping their backs, and cupping their asses, well, Frank was an expert at that. So, it wasn't my fault he liked to mislead others; besides, I was one of his frequent victims of these random acts.
But, relying on my observations and my undeniable feelings, I went up to him after school, all the while trying to quiet down my beating heart. I leaned against the locker beside his own, staring at him, my bag over my shou
Amusement Park."Hey, Frank."Amusement Park.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"If you get on this ride with me, I'll win you a prize." My boyfriend's face lightens up into a smile. "C'mon," he murmurs, going to shake me.
"Okay, okay, fine," I say, and we head toward the tall, scary ride. My heart beats in my throat. "I don't wanna do this anymore."
I sit on a bench outside the roller coaster I had just gotten off. I'm curled over into a small ball, my chest touching my knees. My breathing is out of control, and my stomach continues to grumble from my nervousness and the emptiness of it, since I had thrown up a few minutes prior.
I cough a bit and close my eyes.
A hand touches my shoulder.
I raise my head. "Oh, hi."
Gerard Way waves a bit before pulling out a small toy from behind his back. He shows it to me. It's a ratty, old teddy-bear. It's brown, has patches over it, and little black buttons for eyes. I grab for it, hold it close to my sick, shivering self. I push my nose deep into its chest. It smells like vomit and funn
Frank.I always thought you hated this thing—the journal, I mean. You always had a look of disgust or loathing whenever you dragged this thing out. Well, you did that when I was locked in your room, when, um, the dragon (was that what you called Dr. Miller?) first got you one. I didn't really know how difficult it was for you to express your feelings then, but I began to realize when you yelled at me when I told you it was going to be okay.Frank.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Ah, yes, good times.
You're probably wondering—well, if you can wonder, I'm not sure—how I exactly knew you called Miller the dragon. I walked into the bedroom after our little dispute we had Christmas day—I'm sorry about that by the way—and I saw you sleeping with Boo by your head. And in your arms was this journal. I didn't even know you still wrote in this. I always thought you just locked me out of the bedroom for several minutes a night just to be an asshole, but I guess you were writing in this.
Your handwriting is really messy, too. I can s
Angel. 17.My hands shake as I weave my fingers through the silky, black material of the tie around my boyfriend's neck. I fix the tie to the best of my ability, tightening it up, letting it rest comfortably in the collar of the white dress shirt. "How're you feeling?" I ask softly, lowering my gaze to my own tie, starting to fix it up myself.Angel. 17.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The other doesn't answer at first. He shakes his head and walks over to his bed, grabbing a black suit jacket, rubbing his thumbs into the shoulder of it. "Sick."
I raise my head, finished with the article of clothing. "I feel the same."
He offers me a small smile while he pulls on the jacket. "How are we going to get to the funeral home?" he says, turning around to walk off into the bathroom, flipping on the light, and leaving the door open.
I shrug into my own jacket. "Is Donna picking us up?" I move into the bathroom, leaning up against the doorway, looking up at the red-head. "She knows we can't drivesame thing with Alicia."
He smirks and tears hi
Pajamas - FrerardSometimes, strange things happen around our tour bus.Pajamas - Frerard2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Living on tour is never boring.
Okay, yeah, sometimes it is boring.
But what I mean is it's interesting. The four of us each have our own respective personalities, and living together on a bus is like throwing those personalities into a blender on puree and then voila! You have a strange blend of zany, chaotic, activity and muddled body clocks, weird smells, and a lot of coffee.
It's difficult to have very much privacy or breathing space, no matter what bus upgrade we've earned this time around. For example, when someone (Ray) falls asleep on the couch in the lounge, there is absolutely nowhere to sit unless you fancy being sardined in your bunk for the time said person is snoozing the day away.
Then there's the bathroom, which is a toxic gas chamber, especially when the catering menu offers Mexican food. I swear it needs to be fumigated before I will ever go in there other than to take an emergency shower
Russian Roulette. 3."I have to take a piss," I declare to no one in particular. I don't get a response, but that's expected, since everyone has already fallen asleep.Russian Roulette. 3.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I groan and slowly raise up from the bed, taking a quick glance around the room. I'm in Mikey's bed with him beside me, curled up in a ball, holding a pillow to his chest. Ray's passed out by the younger Way's bookshelf. It looks like he had tried to read a book in the dark, and then just gave up and fell asleep. The last of my friends is acting like a total badass just chilling in the farthest corner of the room with the hood of his jacket pulled over his head.
I sigh to myself and pull my legs over the edge of the bed, setting my bare feet on the carpet. I had ditched my socks once we all went back to Mikey's room. They were so fucking wet that we just threw them out the window, watching them catch a wind and fly off to somewhere. Bob said they were going to Narnia or some shit. He's a retard.
I lift myself off the bed and shuffle across t
Frerard- Paper TonguesIt started out simple enough. He was just that kid on the bus, riding to God knows where doing God knows what. Well, I say kid, but he couldn't have been only three years younger than me.Frerard- Paper Tongues2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Every day, bright and early, I'd get on the bus and there he was, big skeleton hoodie, lip ring and black hair. At the time, he was a pretty average kid. He probably was to everyone else too- how should I know?
I never asked where he was going. Never asked if he was a student, if he had a dog or a home, a cute girl. None of it. And he didn't ask, either. In fact, I don't think I've ever heard him say a word. For the most part he just listened to his iPod, loud enough for me to hear every curse and every guitar solo. I'll admit, he had taste.
Whatever form of relationship we had, saying it was a little awkward would be an understatement. At least, in the beginning. Once we had a sort of routine down, one would smile at the other and we'd sit next to each other. But... Beyond that? Nothing. Zip. Nada.
I Have No Famous Last Words.His fingers tightly curl around my jacket collar. I shrink back at first, try to get away.I Have No Famous Last Words.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I slowly relax, letting my breath come out in slow strides. "Any famous last words, punk?" I hear him murmur to me, and I find myself shaking my head.
My lips are stitched shut.
The barrel of his gun digs deeper into my chin. "You sure? You're always so colorful with the way you handle things. Isn't this one of those situations?"
I slowly close my eyes, my lips trembling. My muscles loosen, and I meet peace.
Killjoys never die.
He shoots me.
Waterfall."Please, Gerard. I can't swim! It's like a waterfall!" the little brunet exclaims as he stands shivering on the pool ladder.Waterfall.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His older brother laughs at him, shaking his head. "Come on, Mikey. It's fine!" Gerard starts to swim toward the ladder, and when he gets there, he tightly grabs onto Mikey's ankles and pulls.
Mikey slips under the water, and his glasses end up floating above him. He tries to scream, but he can'tit burns.
When he starts getting oxygen back into his lungs, he feels his brother's mouth on his, and the "waterfall" seems less frightening now.