The pirate boy (Frerard, Petekey)

Chapter ten - the best word to describe this chapter is probably just 'fuck'

Chapter ten - the best word to describe this chapter is probably just 'fuck'

i need someone to cuddle with and watch Tim Burton movies with and put secret lipgloss on with and someone to stroke my hair and buy me food and bUY ME FOOD

bleh

love you, my pretzels

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"The difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension, and love causes it."

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"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dewees stared at me, clear irritation on his face. "You agreed with Gerard and Ryan?"

"I want to find out more about this Parade Island thing," I insisted. "It's driving me to madness not knowing. And if you won't tell me anything, then maybe Hayley will."

Ryan and Gerard had pleaded the captain to take them to Plemont harbour to see Ryan's old friend Hayley, who could allegedly tell the future. The two of them were intent on finding out some 'extremely important information that Frank won't be allowed to know,' according to an inebriated Ryan. I assumed that it was about me, and immediately backed him up that we should go and see Hayley. The captain seemed a little confused as to why I would endorse Gerard and Ryan learning strange things about me while I stayed in the dark, but nevertheless seemed to trust my opinion as the only sober man on board.

I was sure that if I stayed behind with this Hayley woman after Gerard and Ryan left she would tell me what she'd told them. Or maybe, if Gerard was drunk enough, I could just sit in while she talked to him. I voiced my ideas to James.

James sighed. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, you don't even know who she is."

I shrugged. "Ryan knows her, I'm sure she's fine."

"You're mental," James stated. "Gerard's insane, Ryan's pretty messed up too, and this woman who claims that she can see the future is most definitely fucking mental. And you're starting to sound just as bad, Frank."

"You're just trying to put me off going," I snapped.

"Of course I am!" James said exasperatedly. "The more you find out about this whole thing, the more you'll get dragged into it. I don't want you to get your head all fucked up, and I seriously doubt that you want that either."

"No, I don't. All I want is to find out why this is so important to Gerard. Why I'm so important."

"You don't need to know though," James said urgently. "Gerard is delusional, and that's all you need to know."

"No," I insisted. "You don't understand. He sounded so serious." I sighed. "I have to find out."