The Opposite Of Love; ferard

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before we get started, i'm leaving on wednesday (july first) to go visit my cousins and so my sister can look at colleges. i won't be back until july 12, but i will try to give you consistent shitty phone updates :)

AND HAS THAT PASTOR SET HIMSELF ON FIRE YET?

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gee and i stood before my front door. i rocked back on my heels, wondering just how long i could put off talking to my mother after last night. gee held my hand and smiled at me.

"it's going to be fine."

"I know," i said at last, hoping that he was correct. Because the thing was, it was entirely possible that she would just be even worse time after time.

"what's the worst that can happen?" he kissed me quickly before pushing the door bell.

a few seconds later, the door swung open to revel my mother. she wore the same dress she wore every christmas, black and velvet with red trim. her hair was pulled up in a tight bun, strands coming lose out as she slipped on black heels.

"i can't talk to you right now; i have a company dinner i'm running late for." she grabbed her purse and coat off the side table before pushing past gee and i.

"but mom," i shouted, trying to grasp her attention before she left, ice crunching underneath her high heels. "it's christmas! and this matters, you can't just ignore my match when you don't feel like hating him!"

i started to rush down the porch steps, but gerard held me back. i shook his hands off as my mom turned around, eyes blazing.

"frank iero! you may be eighteen and happily matched, but you still live in my house, and until you no longer do so you will follow my rules. gerard way is clearly a terrible example, and even if you are happy, how long will it last?" she shook her head, laughing bitterly in the snow. "god frank, you're so stupid. the system is flawed, rotten to the core and you will never be happy."

"it's not my fault you and dad weren't compatible! it's not my fault he lied on the fucking test! but i'm not you, i'm not in a shitty relationship! so screw off and get your head out of your ass!" i screamed, seething and glaring.

"if you're so unhappy here, why don't you just move out then? i don't care, frank! die, for all I care!" she all but stomped to the car. she clutched the handle before whipping around, cheeks red from anger. "just don't come back when you realize i'm right."

i always feel so bad about chapter length because potato is publishing chapters that take forever to read and i'm over here with below 500 words in a chapter but then i remember that people actually like her stuff and get happy when she updates