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The World Is Ugly - Chapter 4The World Is Ugly - Chapter 4 by ~AlexLovesGeeWay
Frank’s POV
He was looking at my body. Gerard was actually staring at my body. Now…now he wants to go. No.
“Please stay. After reading you’re note, I truthfully do not trust you by yourself. You could get hurt. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you ever killed yourself. You’re too beautiful,” I murmur. I feel his eyes fixed on me, but I can’t look, I just can’t. His fingers briskly skim my hair, I can feel them linger, cautiously deciding on the next move. Instead I can just see as he places his hands in his lap and I continue to stare down at my own, my fingers tangling themselve
The World Is Ugly - Chapter 3The World Is Ugly - Chapter 3 by ~AlexLovesGeeWay
The walk to Frank’s house is long and quiet. I wanted desperately to talk to him, but my mind was blank, so I admired him as we walked. Frank was short, with a black faux hawk, shaved sides that were dyed red and a black fringe that hung over his right side. I wondered about the colour of the eyes that belonged to the beauty walking in front of me, but it was too gloomy to tell and I really couldn’t ask him. He’d probably think of me like a freak or a stalker or some other name that would have a most unfathomable effect on me. It is an extremely weird question to ask whilst walking home. I also wondered about Frank’s
The World Is Ugly - Chapter 2The World Is Ugly - Chapter 2 by ~AlexLovesGeeWay
Frank’s POV
A piece of folded paper drifted slowly to the ground from the pocket from the unfamiliar, yet most intriguing character as he walked away from me and into the night. I bent down to pick it up excitedly, laying the gun next to me on the concrete before I began to examine the scrawl. I couldn’t comprehend what I was reading. It was unbelievable. What about Mikey? I wondered. I snatched my gun from the ground and sprinted up to him, my feet splashing in the puddles. “Wait!”
He turned to face me, a worried look spreading across his face when he notices the unfolded paper in my hand whilst I’m walking to
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 weren’t expecting what they found…or, rather, heard.EvesdroppingIsBad ::Frerard:: by ~sweetangel4eva11
They heard someone’s 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
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 turne
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