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"It's cool," I said and looked out the window. I guess Frank felt awkward after that because he released my hands.
We sat like that for about five minutes. Eventually, the awkwardness started killing me, so I decided to speak.
"So, do you like Green Day?"
"DUH!!!! They're awesome!"
I grinned then got up and put in their album "American Idiot."
/Don't wanna be an American idiot! One nation controlled by the media
Hey can you hear the sound of the stereo?
The subliminal mindーFu*k America/
We sat there listening to Green Day for about ten minutes, then there was a loud bang.
"Ah hell. Get in my bathroom, now!!!" I shoved Frank into my bathroom then jumped on my bed, attempting to act normal.
"GERARD!!!!!!!!!! Get your arse up here!!!!!"
I slowly got off my bed. As I did, my father decided to just run down to my room.
"BOY!!!!!! WHEN I TELL YOU TO MOVE, MOVE YOUR DAMN ARSE!!!!!" Then he grabbed my arm, shoved me to the floor, and stood over me. He grinned and grabbed me by the throat.
"Now stand up and address me properly."
I stood up and said, "Yes sir."
"Good, now, I want you to appoligize for standing in my way earlier."
I mumbled a "sorry."
"LOUDER."
"I'm sorry," I said, louder.
"Better."
He then decided to just shove me to the floor and kick me then leave.
I slowly crawled to my bed, every movement about to make me pass out. Frank then ran out of my bathroom and helped me to my bed.
"Hey! Are you okay!?" he whispered to me.
"Great. I feel like I just got a massage," I said sarcastically.
He frowned. "Do you want some ice?"
I shook my head. "If you go up there, he'll probably shoot you."
"Well, what about a cold washcloth?"
"Sure. Second drawer on the left."
He nodded and went to get one.
When he came back he sat down next to me on my bed and handed me the rag.
I smiled. "Thanks."
He smiled back.
"You do know that you don't have to stay, right? You could just leave through that door," I said. My house was on the side of a hill, so I had a window and door.
"I know, but I won't," he said and walked to put more cold water on the rag.
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Hai my princesses. Personally I thing my friend Katy (she writes Gerard's chapters) is a better writer than me. Oh well you'll just have to deal with my horrabile :] :3 kthnxbai
- Kat <3
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Be My Addiction
RomansaAfter the loss of his brother, Gerard has to deal with horrible bullying and is stuck in an endless depression. But one day, someone speaks up for him and he ends up falling in love. This is Gerard's and Frank's story.
