Chapter 2Chapter two
A matter of style
Room 12 of the North dormitory looked great. A stack of folded out boxes sat near the door with Chase Wright sitting on top of it. He surveyed the room, and recognised a good job done. Cordan was sitting on the bed, wearing a dark t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He had taken his jacket off earlier, revealing his arms. His skin was pale, nearly white, and his arms were surprisingly muscled. He was very thin, his clothes almost hanging off him, giving him the appearance of some kind of vampire. Cordan jumped off the bed, and walked over to Chase. "Thank you, Chase." He said, and smiled. His teeth were white and unnaturally sharp, adding further to the vampiric look. "It was my pleasure. We have no classes tomorrow remember, to prepare for the ball. If you do end up making it, I would advise you to wear something nice, it is a big event."
"Point taken. I might see you there. Anyway, it's nearly dinner, right? We should probably head down."
It's Been AwhileHey babyIt's Been Awhile4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you excited to see me
Did you miss me
After all of this time
I can't express these feelings
You've got my mind reeling
You're looking so fine
Even be any more beautiful
Be any more wonderful
I don't think so
The only one on my mind
To you I'll dedicate my time
To you I'll show
How much I need you
How much I'm not, without you
I love you
I Don't Love You- Frerard"I don't love you/Like I loved you/Yesterday "I Don't Love You- Frerard2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Gerard felt his hand quiver around the microphone as he ended the song. The last notes of the guitars hung in the air and Gerard couldn't stop shaking. He was supposed to say something to thank the fans and end the concert, but he couldn't speak for fear of his voice quavering as he held back tears. It was the end for him and Frank. There was no going back.
His trembling hand tried to set the microphone back in the stand, but it shook so badly he couldn't do it. He cussed under his breath and dropped the fucking thing. He felt eyes on him. The band was staring, the fans silent. Gerard couldn't look at anyone, so he focused on his hands.
Mikey knew what was going on. He knew what Gerard was about to do. He stared pleadingly at Gerard, begging him to make the right choice. The others just watched, confusion thick in the air.
Gerard sighed and picked up the microphone.
"This was the best bachelor party ever," he said as he fitted