“I’m… I-I I’m sorry…” that’s the only thing I manage to choke out. Nobody ever caught me self harming. “You’re always so fucking sorry Gee. Save it, it doesn’t change anything.” He says and his hand wraps around my arm again. “Can I? Please?” he asks, puppy eying me again. This time, I don’t resist. I let him pull my...
~BEING REWRITTEN: EDITED UP TO CHAPTER 9~ The boy hadn't even seen Gerard coming towards him until Gerard stepped on a fallen branch, making a 'crunch' sound. Gerard screamed a silent 'fuck' in his head as the boy's tear streaked face snapped up, locking eyes with Gerard's. His intense hazel eyes held so many emotions...
I'm bad at these things.. Gerard Way, the famous 17 year old artist, who practically had hipster girls kissing the ground he walked on, he didn't like it though. No, not at all. One faithful day, Gerard meets a boy, somebody he feels okay around, comfortable with. Frank Iero, the 17 year old known as a "emo fag." not...
"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."
[This is the sequel to Tell Me I'm A Bad Man, it's not a necessity to read that first, but you probably should] Frank was under the impression that as soon as he'd graduated and moved to New York with Gerard, everything would be, well, perfect. Though he wasn't completely naïve - he knew that the presence of Gerard's...
