The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You Part 4The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You Part 4 by XxJ-laynxX
I can’t help but choke up a bit as I walk away from the rest of the guys. It feels so weird with just the four of us. I think I hear someone let out a sob, but it could just be the wind. Maybe it’s Gerard’s ghost already coming to haunt us. He’d probably just pop up and be like, “Hey. I’m a ghost now. Look at my awesome ghostiness. Ooh…”
I remember the letter that Frank handed me and I look down at it. I don’t want to read it, but I know that I should, so I unfold it.
There are so many things I want to say right now, but I won’t. Yet. At least, not until you find your little present thingie. So, here’s where I want you to go: drive over to the kinda run-down storage place near Starbucks and ask to see item number F2694. I sure hope you know what I’m talking about because right now, I don’t even know what I’m talking about. Now
The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You Part 3The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You Part 3 by XxJ-laynxX
I look at the note Gerard left me. Man, I still can’t believe he’s dead. His funeral was so depressing. I stare at the piece of paper, studying it as I walk out of the cemetery.
I know that we aren’t as close as the other guys, but you were still a big part of my life. Go to the garage where we shot the I’m Not Okay video (that was a kickass vid we made, wasn’t it?). Look where your drums were.
Oh wow, this really is some sort of hunt. I get to my car and hop in. Where the hell did we shoot that video again? Oh, right. I know where it is.
I pull out of the cemetery parking lot, waving at Ray as he passes in his own car. I wonder where he has to go. Guess I’ll find out later.
I look at my clock. It’s almost 4 o’clock. Hopefully, I’ll be the first to find my things.
I turn on the radio as I get on the highway, whistling to the song that’s on. I tap on the ste
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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