Letters from the Grave Stone

WaIt WHaT?

"Gah..."

"Shh"

"G-GERARD!!!"

"I said, shhh! My parents will here you!" He grumbled, covering my mouth.

I took in quick breaths, sucking on his palm in some sort of way.

I pushed my hips up against his, my breaths turning into low moans.

His grunts soothe me more than the music.

He's sweating now, I'm guessing.

I have my eyes shut, the pleasure taking over my body.

That's when I feel it.

My lower body tenses up and my head begins to shake, pleasure pleasure

Pleasure I can't explain.

He stops and forces me in his closet.

I think I'm bleeding, it tingles in a painful sort of way.

And that's when I get a good look at him.

Gerard Way.

"WHAT THE SON OF A HORSE!!!" I scream in french class.

Gerard looks at me.

I instantly blush and I turn to goo in my seat.

What kind of day dream was that?

It felt so real..