themininghedge

She's okay, it seems Because she hides her broken dreams She puts others first No matter how much it hurts The hidden pain she holds Only seen when she's alone Tears shed in the darkness of night She resists falling to a knife No one can see the pain she hides Behind a fake smile She acts like it doesn't hurt Because their pain is worse than hers

        Matthew grumbled, rolled onto his left side, and opened his sea-blue eyes. For this Canadian, waking up was never easy. To his pleasant surprise, crimson eyes stared into his blue ones. "Morning, Birdie." Gilbert said to his fiancé. "Morning Gil." Matthew mumbled sleepily. Gilbert bit his lip, slightly annoyed. No matter how much sleep his fiancé got, the Canadian was always hell to wake up. The albino slid off the bed, arousing only soft snores from Matthew. He walked to the kitchen, smirking slightly as he got the ingredients for Matthew's favorite food: Pancakes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        Matthew's eyes open

Sugar, Please Take Me Home 2 000 Patrick stood in front of the Gateway Theatre, shuffling his feet and twiddling his hands behind his back nervously, waiting patiently on the 5-minute late Peter Wentz. Being wary from the start, Patrick was already beginning to think the worst; that Pete wasn’t coming, that he was just going to stand Patrick up. He checked his watch for the umpteenth time and saw that it was now 6:45, and the movie was supposed to start at 7. There was still time, but Pete was already supposed to be here… Eight minutes before the movie was to start, a car door slammed close somewhere off to his side and Patrick

Oh, Baby! 03 “Do we have to?” “What do you mean ‘Do we have to?’ Of course we have to! It’s not like this is going to be kept much of a secret for long, you know.” Patrick let out a huff, causing Pete to walk over to him. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and kissed the side of his head, “I promise you, Patrick… Nothing bad is going to happen.” “How do you know? I mean, our parents hardly accepted the fact that we were together. At least they finally did, but—“ Pete cut him off, “See? They did after awhile, didn’t they? So they can accept it now.  

       Dear Patrick            Well, I guess that’s good way to start.            Well, I am writing a note becau- No, that’s stupid. Why am I stating the obvious? He knows this is a note. It is on paper… and has words… ok let’s start over again.          Patrick, I love you.            NO! That’s to front forward. He will get freaked out. Start over.            こんにちは　うーん　...　あなた私の愛らしい妻はどうですか？            

 This story contains slash (MalexMale) and masturbation. Do not read if this will upset you Usually Pete would be ecstatic when Patrick asked him to help write new songs. He would sit on his and Joe's shared bus in front of the computer sending Patrick snippets of lyrics that he would have to decipher and turn into a song. He would wait impatiently while Patrick sent him back emails asking if they could leave out a line, or add one in. They would squabble but end up with something that sounded beautiful, but this time he just wasn't up to it. Ashlee and he were fighting. Well it was actually a lot more serious than that, they were breaking u

“Another day, another show,” Pete muttered to himself as he clipped his body mic on. “This gets monotonous after a while…” “What?” Patrick asked blankly, pausing his music and popping out one iPod earbud. “Huh?” Pete grunted, glancing up at the angel-faced singer cocking his head at him curiously. An evil grin spread over Pete’s face as an idea bloomed in his head. Maybe this show wouldn’t be so monotonous after all… “What’s up?” Patrick asked, his forehead creasing slightly. “You’ve got that evil look on again…you’re not going to jump off anythi

The Cobra Disco Is… Chapter 1 “Gabe Saporta! What are you doing here?” The skinny guy reared his head. He grinned. He wore a purple hoodie, with gold entwined snakes on it, tight black skinny jeans and a ‘Kiss My Sass’ cap. “What up, Bren?” he slapped Brendon Urie’s ass playfully and strolled casually into the tour bus. “Hey Ry!” Ryan swung down from the top bunk bed, landing on his feet steadily. He smiled curiously. “Hello, Gabe, haven’t seen you here in- months.” “Yeah… Um, guys, can I hang with you?” “Why? No room at Cobra Starship?” Brendon jo

Chapter 7 Gerard's POV "Gerard? Hello?" My own face hovered over me. I'd come in about five minutes ago and sat in the nearest chair carefully, still wincing in pain and I'd been staring at the table ever since. Mikey had spotted me and- "Ow!" I winced again. "Why do you always have to slap me?" "How was Pete's?" I shrugged non-committally. "Where did you get the scarf?" He felt the material. I slapped his hand away. "Borrowed it from Patrick. I'll return it for you when we get back." "THat's fine, I'll-" "NO, Mikey, I don't want you near them." He rolled his eyes. "Here we go again. I can take care of myself, Gee!" he groaned. "No,

I see him everyday, he's my best friend. I want to tell him, spill my feelings to him like I do in my notebook. Just three little words...So simple, but so complex... The last thing I want, is to ruin the thing I cherish most...our friendship Tour...Tour...Tour, This bus is the perfect place for me. Joe is sharing a bus with Andy and I get to share one with Pete! All we do is hang out and talk... "Whatcha writing 'trick!?" Pete shouted, plopping next to Patrick, attempting to see what was being written down. Patrick pulled the notebook away from Pete's reach. "N-Nothing Pete...*sigh* nothing..." Patrick maintained his coomposure, and put