the confession

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i sit at my desk. i just got back from watching her fall asleep safely. now, here i am. pondering how i should write this note to her to show how i really feel.

Dear beloved May,
my sweet. this MAY be shocking to you but.. i am deeply in love with you. everyday, i can hear each drop of blood within me screaming your name. i just want to be with you. i need to be with you. just your name is perfect. may. May! like the month! my favorite month! your voice makes me swoon. forget this. forget all of this. the singing, the grooving, the pop quizzes. it was all for you, my love. i would let sids nana give me five shots for you. your fresh, purple macaroni hair. i just.. want to eat it. your luscious locks in between my toes is all i want. anyways, please accept of my confession. if you don't, i.. i don't know what's i'll do;)
—with deepest love, Gerald, the lord of the tools

time skip to morning dance~~~

todays the day. i'm gonna give my confession to may. i have to. at the end, i'll pull her over harshly, hand her the letter, and receive a girlfriend. finally. in my five years on this life i will have a bae.

time skip to end of day~~~

i watch may saying bye to the others. now's my chance. i see her mom pull up, i run over to her and grab her arm before she can make it.
"ahhhh- gerald, what's wrong?" she said quietly. her voice can make me swoon any day.
"i- i have to give you something!!!" i shout out quickly, handing her the note and batting my eyes away. my face is so red. she reads the note, a shocked and terrified expression on her usually stoned face.
"Gerald,, man. i can't accept a confession like that! ask again when you've.. calmed and matured a bit." she said quietly, quickly running to her car.
"i gotta scram! see ya!!" she said quietly.
"oh... okay." i say quietly, nodding with tears in my eyes,
i storm home with uncontrollable rage. i burst through my door and my mother says, "gerald, what's wrong?"
"nothing... you wouldn't understand" i snap back.
my "dad", handy manny hears the commotion and says, "hey! don't yell at your mother like that"
"you can't tell me what to do! you're not even my real dad! the only good thing that's come out of you is your slave tools." i say and run to my room. i slam the door. i can't believe she rejected me. what am i gonna do now? i'm so tired of life. i'm tired of learning science. i'm so tired of doing that stupid dance every morning. "i'm looking for my friends" is a stupid childish jingle that means nothing. sid and gabriella can do that stupid song by themselves because i can't stand this tomfoolery any longer. if i can't have my love, than no one can. i know what i'll do. i'll kill everyone on this god forsaken planet so she's forced to be with me. and i'll use my slaves to do it. gerald is taking back his life. the earth will not be called the earth. everyone and everything will be gerald. i'll do it tomorrow because now it's bedtime! :) gabriella, you're first :).

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