Lucyfurrxoxo: You know it's really fucking unhealthy to bottle your shit up and explode all over my face, right?
Lola<=3: I thought you liked it when I did that.
Lucyfurrxoxo: What?
Lucyfurrxoxo: Oh Jesus. No Bert, I'm talking about emotions. Not your fucking spunk.
Lola<=3: Ooooh... Incoming decree straight from the Queen of Bottling?
Lucyfurrxoxo: Accused by King of the Bottle.
Lola<=3: Wow.
Lucyfurrxoxo: Shit.
Lucyfurrxoxo: Sorry. That was outta line.
Lola<=3: So you're pissed at me.
Lucyfurrxoxo: You're pissed at me.
Lola<=3: Now I am.
Lucyfurrxoxo: Fuck you too, Bert.
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Lucyfurrxoxo: I really am sorry about the bottle comment.
Lola<=3: Do you mind telling me why I woke up to your shitty attitude this morning?
Lucyfurrxoxo: Cause I woke up to yours.
Lola<=3: Excuse me?
Lucyfurrxoxo: Look, I know you've been pissed and shit but why the fuck do you always gotta let the world know you're unhappy with me? If you're this fucking unhappy... leave.
Lola<=3: You want me to leave?
Lola<=3: For having depression?
Lucyfurrxoxo: Don't twist my words, Bert. I want you to leave cause clearly you wanna leave.
Lola<=3: Are you insane? What the fuck are you talking about?
Lucyfurrxoxo: If I make you a mere shadow of the man you once were, I invite you to revisit that man and tell me if he really was better than you are today.
Lola<=3: Wait. You think the song is about you.
Lola<=3: You're literally pissed at me because you think I wrote that song about you.
Lucyfurrxoxo: Of course it's about me.
Lola<=3: Okay Carly Simon
Lucyfurrxoxo: Stop trying to gaslight me, McCracken. You're not gonna convince me I'm crazy.
Lola<=3: Gerard. The fucking song is not about you.
Lucyfurrxoxo: If it's not about me then who the fuck else is it about? Who has such a goddamn hold on your life?
Lola<=3: Depression.
Lola<=3: Who do you write songs for? Our good friend Anxiety? Your sister, Paranoia?
Lucyfurrxoxo: You're telling me Fuck You is about depression?
Lola<=3: Go listen to it again, Gerard.
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Lucyfurrxoxo: I'm sorry.
Lola<=3: You're a dick.
Lucyfurrxoxo:: I'm a dick.
Lucyfurrxoxo: But you like dick right?
Lola<=3: Guess I gotta love it. It picks fights with me for no fucking reason, and I'm still not leaving.
Lucyfurrxoxo: I love you. And I love the song. And I'm really sorry I jumped to conclusions.
Lucyfurrxoxo: It's just that I know you.
Lola<=3: Apparently not well enough.
Lola<=3: I love you. But you owe me now.
Lucyfurrxoxo: What do I owe you?
Lucyfurrxoxo:: Bert?
Lucyfurrxoxo: Bert, what do I owe you?
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Fanfiction2006 - 2020 So this is an alternative reality for Bert, Gerard and Frank. If we can pretend for a second that everything after 'Especially a Fucking Knife' never happened and this new history was written, then we can have some fun. I wrote a shortfi...
