Cross the Patron Saint - Popularity Part 3Cross the Patron Saint - Popularity Part 3 by ~XxJ-laynxX
“So, how was school today?” Gerard asks, kicking a rock along the sidewalk.
“You were there,” I reply flatly. To be honest, I’m still kind of pissed about the whole Justin thing. What the fuck is his deal, though, really?
“Just trying to make small talk, babe,” Gerard sighs, his breath forming a cloud. Even though it’s only early autumn, it’s pretty cold. I pull my jacket tighter around me.
“I wish you’d driven us to school,” I mumble, my teeth chattering. “I’m freezing my tits off!”
“You don’t have any tits,” Gerard laughs, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “And I couldn’t drive us this morning. My battery’s dead. I’ll pick up the new one tomorrow.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. “For now, you’ll just have to make due with the heat ro
EvesdroppingIsBad ::Frerard::Bob and Ray stared at each other, aghast. The entire band was off the tour bus; it was one of the break days, where they were free to roam the city as they pleased. Bob and Ray had forgotten their wallets, so they had come back on the bus. But they werent expecting what they found or, rather, heard.EvesdroppingIsBad ::Frerard:: by ~sweetangel4eva11
They heard someones short, quick breaths; the two had squinted their eyes at one another. Where had it come from? Moving forward carefully, they deduced the noise was, indeed, coming from the semi-large bathroom that was on the bus along with them.
The thought that someone was still on the bus puzzled them slightly. They had been sure that everyoneFrank, Mikey, Gerard, and themselveshad been scurrying away since quite early in the morning. Ray and Bob had left the bus without a backwards glance at about eight in the morning, meandering around the large city. They just came back after deciding they wanted to buy something from a shop, four hours later, and realiz
Not Like The Others -2 HIATUSNot Like The Others -2 HIATUS by ~BVBnMCRFan
Things like that happen in Jersey all the time. Not to me specifically, but it happens, so I brushed it off as if it were dust and locked the bathroom door. I turned on a shower and threw a towel over the top of the door and waited it to get hot.
I shut the window and pulled down the blinds for extra measure.
I stripped off my clothes and padded into the small box. Hot water ran over my body and washed the dirt off my skin.
I hadn't been able to take a shower in four days. For a dude, that'd be nothing. But I'm used to being clean, taking showers and whatnot. But my mom was late paying the water bill, and when the water finally got turned back on, all she did was yell at me, and keep me in the basement.
The basement is like a time out corner, really.
You do nothing, keep thinking 'it's not fair' and 'I didn't do anything' and just pout.
I wiped my face on the towel and started to wash my hair and body.
When I was done I washed off and stood there for a few more minutes, relishing in th
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