(A/N: I feel like I'm not getting feedback. I really like some, I mean please. Ole Ole Lindsay)
(Della's POV)
I have now formed a mask where no one can read my thoughts. Not Even Gerard. I keep a Poker face I guess. I've worn it for a week now no one has noticed. I sigh. I feel like I'm to old for pop-punk but I look at William Ryan Key from Yellow Card Green Day, Blink 182 and Sum 41 also my 2 brothers. Ray and Frank.
I hear Fox news network on. I don't care right now. I feel almost brand new But I'm not I'm stupid trash.
I hear Gerard Call Dinner. I turn on MTV It's the music hour. Bandit is on my trail. "Mommy can I help?" She asked. "Yes." I say. "Wash your hands." I say.
Gerard comes from the study and she's me be Betty Crocker. When I'm not. He looks at me. "I love you Gerard." I say. He smirks. "I love you too. I gotta show up to a show." He says. "Okay, Good Luck." I say. Bandit and I cook Pasta Pure Italy. Andrew walks down stairs with bed head and is in his the Goo Goo Dolls shirt, and basket ball shorts he puts on his Jordan's and dashes out the door. "Me and you Kid?" I ask. "Me and you mom." She says.
In the mourning I feel Bandit wiggling to get out of bed. "Bandit." I say, I get up. "I love you." I pick her up out of bed. We head to the living room, I see Gerard looking at me. "Hey." His voice his raspy and cracked. He did something. But what? "What did you do?" I ask. "Ferard on stage." He gets up and walks away, I kick his balls and put him In headlock. "I'm not kissing you." He pouts. "Why not?" He asks. "You kissed my one of my brothers. Dicks." Meaning both of them. I keep my poker face. That was huge Mistike Like I was.
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FanfictionDella Iero's life has never been normal. Her brother acted as her dad; his girlfriend acted as her mom. She was the pony boy of the house, while her brother Ray was the Darry, and her brother Frank was the Soda pop. She lived next to Gerard Way. Who...
