If Only- Frerard One shot.-Frank's p.o.v-More Like This
We were all just laying about, too tired to talk, our shows always did seem to get the better of us every time. I wiped the beads of sweat off of my forehead with my shirt and took a swig of water from a nearby bottle. Ray and Mikey left the room, they had the sense to go to bed, so it was just me and him, Gerard.
"You didn't mean it, did you?" He asked in a weary voice "Huh?" He leaned forward and rested his skinny arms upon his skinny legs, "earlier, during the show when you..." he made hand movements to indicate exactly what he meant. I blushed a little. "Nah, it's just for the fans you know that." I said with a giggle, trying to make it seem a lot less insignificant to me than it really was.
I loved our shows, I could kiss him all I wanted and he never suspected a thing, and when he did I could just laugh it off and say that it was to keep the fans wild, but in reality... it broke me every time he believed me when I said that it was just a crowd pleaser.
What is food? -Jalex-It was mid-autumn. The seventeen year old teenager just got on his autumn holidays which laster for a week and he was already bored. He shruged as the wind coldly brushed his black half spikey half straight standing hair, the blonde highlight in the middle being almost impossibile to see. He pushed his freezing hands into the pockets of his black jacket, shruging even more as he finally approached his house almost running towards it just to get some warmth in himself. The teenager opened the door and quickly got in as fast as he could, exhaling the last bit of the cold breeze and filling his insides with the warm air from his home. As always, he threw his messeger bag on the couch in the living room and went running straight downstairs to the cellar. It had a few chairs in one angle and an armchair in another while there was an electric guitar in the middle, laying on its own chair. He grinned of the thought that he finally had holidays just by seeing it, as if somebody turned the switMore Like This
Summertime - The EndIn the end, Gerard could not be adopted.More Like This
Billie had tried it all, he begged to Mr. Harrison for hours, he cried out to the man, he tried to offer everything he could give, but Gerard could not become his little brother. The owner of the orphanage had spent some time talking with Gerard; Billie saw them around every now and then, just praying to anything that existed on the heavens that Mr. Harrison had been convinced about it. He saw the kid being carried in arms by that man at the backyard, Gerard not crying anymore but having his eyes slightly red, and with dry paths of tears against his cheeks.
Mr. Harrison had given his coat to Gerard, since it was still fresh and slightly cold in the morning for a kid who was only in his pajamas. Billie saw them talking a while, before he saw Mr. Harrison walking back into the summertime house and towards a warmer room, while Billie stayed sat at a couch, holding Bunny in his hands. The plushy was still slightly dirty, and at the moment, it was so