Bobkey - BullyBob Bryar was a prick. He's the kind of guy who spits on the younger kids, punches ones the same age and isn't against blackmailing the older ones. He stole other peoples cash, had a string of petty convictions and very few 'friends'.Bobkey - Bully2 years ago in Short Stories
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And Mikey Way fancied the shit out of him.
He wouldn't admit it, especcially with his brother going on about "That scumbag Bryar" every other day, but he almost idolized him. He wished he could stand up to people like that, longed to be part of that antisocial little world that was the olders head. As it was he was just Mikey, the nerdy kid brother of the school weirdo, the guy everyody generally ignored, just Mikey. Of course, it had to be the day that he lost his father that Bob noticed him.
"Hello Micheal" he recognised the viscous whisper in his ear immediatly, he started to try and move to his feet but two hands slammed hard into his back, sending him off the bench and onto his knees. He bit his lip and tried desperatly to get to his feet, falling to
Where We Belong - FRIKEYFandom: My Chemical RomanceWhere We Belong - FRIKEY2 years ago in Romance
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Pairing: Frikey (Frank Iero and Mikey Way)
Warnings: Crappy first-attempt songfic and suicide
Point of View: Mikey
This night walk the dead, in a solitary style.
I can remember the first time we kissed; it was watching one of those cheesy zombie movies that you insist you love almost, but nowhere near, as much as I love you.
The two of us, Frankie, the two of us sat in front of the television screen like two sinners in the presence of an angel and doused in the sirens of Gerard's snores. It was one of our regular movie nights, apart from that particular night in mid-February you seemed to be in a more
solitary mood than normal. Turned out you were scared of the film that you had insisted upon watching and, as much as I hate to admit it, I was scared too. So we huddled up together, you melting into me like a sugar on a pancake; the small, sweet kid getting under my dull, thin skin.
And then, just as a zombie jumped out at the
The FairThe autumn breeze lifted my raven colored hair, brushing strands across my face. It was a warm day, with a bitter breeze that loomed about, nipping at my cheeks and fingers, turning them pink. The yellow golden sun hung overhead, dripping rays of light across the cramped fair. Even though it was crowded , I still enjoyed it every year. Watching little kids with balloons loosely wrapped around their wrists, their eyes holding a joy that could be passed on with a glance. They reminded me how to smile. And sometimes I really needed that.The Fair2 years ago in Romance
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Everyone at the fair wore a smile, for as long as I can remember. Kids on the rides, toddlers on their parents shoulders, teens running around the fun houses, just everyone. Sometimes it hurt to watch. Like now, as I watched a young man win a stuffed animal for his girl at a game booth. They looked so happy it hurt, sharing a silent, personal embrace. I stood alone.
Chewing my lip I walked on, pulling up my hood to protect my already red ears from the rel