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We were all sitting in the living room, drinking coffee. "So, Frank, how are you liking California?" Mrs. Way asked me. "Oh, I love it." I answered, smiling.
After a lot of small talk, lunch, and then a movie, Mikey came home. "School Fu- Oh Woah, parents. Hello." He said throwing his backpack by the door. "Oh, look, Mikey's home. Frank and I need to run some errands, we'll be home later." Gerard said quickly and practically running out the door. I'm following silently, and slower. Out and into his car. "I'm so so sorry baby." "Gerard Arthur Way, why the hell didn't you tell them? Are you ashamed of me!?" I put enfaces on the word ashamed as if I was almost spitting it at him. "No of course not." He said back frantically, trying to grab my hand, which I pulled away quickly. "We moved out here so we could act like a real couple, we rented this apartment to be together. I let your brother move in with us, and then I find out your parents don't know about me? Sure as fuck sounds like shame to me." He fidgeted uncomfortably as I ranted. "I'm really sorry, I just- I don't know how to tell them." He said looking down. "Hm, cause I don't remember getting to choose to tell my parents. I remember saving your sorry ass by coming out to my parents and- oh yeah, the whole fucking school board!" I scream back at him. I didn't mean to scream but I was pretty fucking mad at this point. "Get a grip, Frank. It's not like I told them I hated you." This pushed me over the edge. "Get. A. Grip!? Did you /really/ just say that to me!?" I was screaming in his face. "You fucking asshole! You're parents show up at OUR apartment and you expect ME to drop everything, and pretend that I haven't been your boyfriend for four years!? You want me to hid it, because you 'don't know how to tell them'? Huh? Gee, Really?!" He looked to the side. He looked mad, hurt, and ashamed. "Frank, I'm sorry. I'll tell them." "When?" I said crossing my arms across my chest. "Soon." I raised an eyebrow. "Now. Ok, baby? We'll go tell them right now." I nodded. "You better believe it." I said getting out of the car.
After a lot of small talk, lunch, and then a movie, Mikey came home. "School Fu- Oh Woah, parents. Hello." He said throwing his backpack by the door. "Oh, look, Mikey's home. Frank and I need to run some errands, we'll be home later." Gerard said quickly and practically running out the door. I'm following silently, and slower. Out and into his car. "I'm so so sorry baby." "Gerard Arthur Way, why the hell didn't you tell them? Are you ashamed of me!?" I put enfaces on the word ashamed as if I was almost spitting it at him. "No of course not." He said back frantically, trying to grab my hand, which I pulled away quickly. "We moved out here so we could act like a real couple, we rented this apartment to be together. I let your brother move in with us, and then I find out your parents don't know about me? Sure as fuck sounds like shame to me." He fidgeted uncomfortably as I ranted. "I'm really sorry, I just- I don't know how to tell them." He said looking down. "Hm, cause I don't remember getting to choose to tell my parents. I remember saving your sorry ass by coming out to my parents and- oh yeah, the whole fucking school board!" I scream back at him. I didn't mean to scream but I was pretty fucking mad at this point. "Get a grip, Frank. It's not like I told them I hated you." This pushed me over the edge. "Get. A. Grip!? Did you /really/ just say that to me!?" I was screaming in his face. "You fucking asshole! You're parents show up at OUR apartment and you expect ME to drop everything, and pretend that I haven't been your boyfriend for four years!? You want me to hid it, because you 'don't know how to tell them'? Huh? Gee, Really?!" He looked to the side. He looked mad, hurt, and ashamed. "Frank, I'm sorry. I'll tell them." "When?" I said crossing my arms across my chest. "Soon." I raised an eyebrow. "Now. Ok, baby? We'll go tell them right now." I nodded. "You better believe it." I said getting out of the car.
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Shout At The Devil Prt.1
"Hey."
"Hey man."
"You're late."
"Yeah, sorry."
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah."
"Wait."
"Come on, we're going to be late." He took my hand and pulled me so that I would start walking. With his free hand, he pulled down his hood so that I wouldn't be able to see his face.
"Frank." He let go of my hand and put it on his pant's pocket. He wouldn't look at me. "Frank what happened?"
"Nothing." I stood in front of him and lifter his head up by putting my hand carefully under his jaw. His left cheek was bruised and his lip was busted open and was started to swell.
"Your dad hit you again, didn't he." He looked down and nodded. "Someone needs to teach him a
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Show Me Love .:1:.
Zackary Baker stood on the broken sidewalk, pacing the corner with the familiar knot of anxiety dwelling in his stomach as he waited for his next 'customer'.
The night air was cold and harsh to him as he wore a thin jacket not too long so that his panty covered ass was showing in his fancy lingerie.
If he didn't get a customer soon, his boss would surely have his head on a gold platter.
A white, glossy Camero pulled up, and the window rolled down.
In the driver's seat was a tall, bronzed man with long, strong fingers...The driver's face was masculine and had a slight square shape to it. His hair was long and feathery, dark and healthy loo
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Hollowed Ch. 6
"So
how long have you lived here?" Gerard was looking around the cabin as Frank took care of his glass of milk that was now empty.
"Since I was just a little baby, mommy says. She said she had to take me and run away because everyone wanted to steal me away from her," Frank said and looked at Gerard after he had rinsed his glass.
"Don't you get lonely? Being up here all alone and all," Gerard stood as he spoke, groaning a little from sitting on the floor for so long.
"What does lonely mean?" Frank looked confused, his eyes all scrunched up.
"It's like
being sad because you want to be around people and you don't like to spend all
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Bad Gee. *several slaps later* Now get going and go tell your parents about Frankie.