Gerard entered the room, wearing nothing but his new cardigan. He looked at me straight in the eyes and said:
"do you wanna shair this cardigan with me?"
I giggled slightly, then had an overwhelming desire to touch the cardigan. I wanted to feel the texture of it, I wanted to wear it.
Gerard slowly walked over and seductively undid the first button.
"Tell me I'm a bad man," he undid the second button, revealing his chest. "Kick me like a stray." His expression became more enhanced. "Tell me I'm an angel," he undid the third button. "Take this to my grave." He undid the final button, revealing the entirety of his body. I sat there, my pulse raised slightly. "But Gerard, what about Bandit?" I asked. He walked over to the door and locked it shut. He then slid off the shoulders of the cardigan and said "what about bandit?" And threw the cardigan at me. I couldn't see anything apart from darkness. Then I felt a hand slowly move up my arm, followed by another. They pulled off my sweater along with the cardigan. "Gerard should we be doing this here?" I asked. He replied,
"Shut up Frank lemme go down on you"
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THE CARDIGAN FIC
FanfictionThe Cardigan Fic. Remember when Gerard Way and Mark Hoppus ignited the Dad Wars? Well, because I live like 8 hours in front of them, I decided to pull an all-nighter to see Dad Wars unfold. I was talking to my friend (their twitter is brallonXryden)...
