Death By Comic Book - Frerard OneshotDeath By Comic Book - Frerard Oneshot by XxJ-laynxX
"Gerard, get up! Frank's here," Mikey calls from upstairs.
I groan and roll over in my bed, putting my pillow over my head. I can't see him right now. I don't want to see him, preferably never again. It's not that I don't love him, because I do. The problem is just too much. I love him too much and he can never know.
"Gerard, c'mon, we're waiting," Mikey calls.
I let out a groan and peek out from under my pillow, glancing at my clock. It reads 8:37.
"Fuck, Mikey, you're trying to get me out of bed before eleven on a Saturday?" I reluctantly start to kick my covers away. "You couldn't wait until then? The comic store's not even open yet."
I chuck my pillow to the foot of my bed, kinda pissed and groggy. I roll over on my back, staring up at the ceiling, my arms spread out on either side of me. Why did Frank come over so early anyway?
"Sorry for being an overeager teen, Mr. Sleepyhead," I hear Frank call.
My heart does a backflip, but I calm it with a pat. Don't you dare start
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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