The double life of a rich Bitch ( M.C.R FAN FIC)
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  • Reads 1,856
  • Votes 58
  • Parts 18
  • Time 2h 13m
Ongoing, First published Feb 18, 2013
Never judge a book by it's cover I always say, well use to say. My name is Ashley Anderson, I have a very wealthy mother and father who are never home and I love it like that, just me and the maids but I don't call them that I call them Friends. Unlike most people I hate rap, I kinda like school, and rock is my life. But you can't tell anyone I have a popular image to uphold. I know it sould like a perfect life but I have no close friends, no one to talk to. I could tell my (Maid) friend Maria what my Uncle does to me, I could be friends with my teachers if they were not up tight. I could be friends with a kid I now tutor named Mikey way but I don't think my parents will ever accept me if I don't have popular friends.
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Gerard Way x female reader (Three Cheers Era) ~ Warning: self harm, mentions and attempts of suicide, alcohol/drug use ~ Y/n and Gerard grew up together, but not as friends. They despised each other and the universe seemed like it was trying to get them to get along. Unfortunately, we don't always get what we want, and that's the hard truth. They slowly start to realize that they're basically copies of each other and that they're practically hating themselves; we love ourselves, not hate. ~ "Uh," Frank gestures to his legs, "yeah." "That's a slay." Mikey chimes in. "Slay?" He looks confused. "It means good. Awesome. Slay." "I'm definitely not slaying then."