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Frerard - Behind Closed DoorsGerard's POV
I clocked out of work and jumped into my car to hurry home. It had been a long day and I was ready to get home and unwind. I inserted my key into the ignition and cranked up the car. I backed out of the parking lot and then began to make my way to the apartments.
On the ride home I had many things running through my mind, mostly relating to future plans with Frank. Frank and I had been dating for a little over 4 months and things were really starting to get serious. I love him and he loves me, but we'd been talking about how we could take our love to the next level without jumping straight to sex. After a while of discussion, Frank moved in with me and we agreed that we would take things from there. I was still getting used to having Frank around all the time, because he'd only been living with me for a little less than a month, but it was nice to have his company. Before he'd moved in the apartment felt so empty with only me living in i
Frerard - Finger Paint "Frankieeee!" I heard my boyfriend call from his art room.
"Coming Gee!" I replied.
I stopped what I was doing and made my way to the art room Gerard had set up in our tiny apartment. He'd been in there all day and he told me not to come in. Maybe he was finally finished with whatever creation he'd been working on.
I peeked my head through the doorway only to find Gerard standing in front of a paint splattered canvas, but with more paint on him than anything. He turned around and beamed once he noticed I was in the room. I giggled at the colorful sight in front of me and started over to him.
"Gerard," I laughed "Is this what you've been working on all day?" My eyes scanned up and down his body.
He ran the rest of the way over to me and flung his arms loosely around my neck. Before I could question him any further, he crashed his lips into mine. I kissed back, even though it was u
Candy Shop - Rikey "Oh my gosh, Ray!" squealed Mikey with excitement. "We have to go in!"
Mikey pointed in the direction of a huge building with a sign just outside the door that read 'NYC New York Candy'. The band had been on tour in the states and stopped in New York for a little break from the bus ride. Gerard and Frank headed straight for the Starbucks down the block, Bob went into the Apple Store, and Ray and Mikey decided to roam past the many shops located along the street. Mikey's interest, however, was sparked by the colorful candy store.
Ray laughed at Mikey's cuteness. "Um, okay!" he replied. Mikey grabbed Ray by the arm, basically dragging him into the sweet shop.
The two men stepped into the store and Mikey made an inhuman noise which sort of scared Ray. He ran across the building to huge sour gummy worm display leaving Ray standing at the door. Mikey Way loved sour gummy worms, and Ray knew that. He went over to
Rikey - Sweet Transvestite Mikey Way laid on the couch, snuggled up in his boyfriend Ray Toro's muscular arms. It was a typical Saturday night for them. Sitting around, watching movies and laughing at nothing. The two were in love and each day their love for each other grew more and more. It was pretty obvious, too!
Tonight they decided to watch a classic favorite, the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Both of them happened to love the movie, and they loved it even more when they were watching it together. As the song 'Sweet Transvestite' started to play, Mikey raised his head up from Ray's chest and looked into his eyes.
"I haven't seen this in forever! I forgot how much I love this song." said Mikey, smiling up at the man in which he was nestled into.
"Me neither! Ya know, this is one of my favorite scenes. I always thought it was pretty sexy." Ray chuckled.
As soon as Ray said this Mikey got off of the couch and headed towards
Famous Last Words Ch. 16Gerard's POV
Frank's mom seemed really nice. I have to admit, I was a bit nervous of what she thought of me so far, but I tried not to let it show. I didn't even have to introduce myself, so that saved me from saying something that sounded stupid. Despite the awkwardness I felt, I tried to stay cool, and I was really looking forward to this night.
"Now dinner will be ready in a little while, hun. Gerard, do you like eggplant parmesan?" Lisa asked politely.
"Oh, yes ma'am!" I replied honestly. I assumed preparing meals for your vegetarian teenage son could be kind of tricky, especially when you had guests over, but I did like the dish.
She nodded and began opening and closing cabinets, gathering things to start making dinner.
"C'mon, Gee." Frank spoke softly, lacing his fingers with mine and leading me into the living room. I followed and we both took a seat on the cushiony couch.
Frerard - Bounce House Little Frank Iero was super excited for his big day tomorrow. Tomorrow Frank was turning six, and to celebrate his mother was throwing a big party. He was excited about seeing his friends, eating cake, and most of all, the Batman bounce house that his mommy had rented from the party place. Frankie loved Batman!
He rushed around his room the night before, tidying up and preparing for the guests that they would have tomorrow.
"Frankie! Time for bed, honey!" his mom yelled from the foot of the stairs.
Frank ran down the stairs to tell his mommy goodnight and quickly ran back up to his room. He hopped into his bed and snuggled up under the covers. Frankie just couldn't go to sleep! He lay there thinking about tomorrow, until he drifted off to sleep.
The nest morning Frank woke up and literally jumped out of bed. He went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and fixed his hair trying to make himself lo
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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