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(Read Description First!...Please) Dear Gerard...no, that's to formal, well, fuck it. I'm sorry it has to be like this but you should of thought about that before running off with that slut Lyn-Z. Remember us, Gee? Remember how we used to be? That used to be me holding you tight, my hands ruffling your sweet-smelling hair and kissing your lips through your salty tears. We were perfect Gerard. Why can't you see that? But SHE came and you ditched me in a heartbeat. I thought you loved me Gerard, I thought we were made to be. But NO! You had to run off with that BITCH. You dropped everything we had, and for what? For her! There is no one in t

"Hey, Gerard, about who are you thinking?" I jumped a little and looked away from the rain outside. Sharon, one of the girls from art class here on school, asked me. "It looked like you were thinking about something, or something." she said while she sat on the seat next to me. I smiled a little and nodded. "Yeah, about an old friend." I said with a sad smile. "Really? Who was it? And... why do you look sad about it?" she asked. "His name was Frank Iero." I started. "It's a kind of whole story..." I sighed. "I don't mind it, tell me." she smiled. I looked at her smile before I nodded. "Okay, I hope you have the time." I said and looked a

On a cold New Year's eve, the last day of the year, poor little Frank Iero walked over the streets, without a cap and shoes, holding a box with matchsticks between his freezing hands. He was freezing badly, but he was too afraid to go home to his father without selling any matchsticks. I don't want him to hit me again, he thought to himself. He looked around and saw two parents with their child walking past him, laughing to each other. He smiled a little to himself and turned around. A wagon with horses hit his arm so the matchsticks fall in the snow. He gasped and ducked quickly to the ground, grabbing the sticks and putting them back into t

Check Yes Juliet- Frerard1 They were so different. Gerard was the rich kid, who went to a private catholic school. Frank was a poor gay punk rocker, who went to a public high school. Gerard had a rich snooty mom and dad. Frank's dad walked out years before. As I was saying, they were totally different. -- It was dark as Frank ran down the sidewalk, his heart racing. They were after him again. He didn't need another beat down! Frank turned his head to look behind his shoulder,  just in case. He ran directly into another boy and his parents. "Omigod, Im sorry!" Frank cried. He fell backwards from the impact. Looking up he held his breath.

 Smile Please-Frerard1             The blade is brought up to the corner of his lips, tracing his mouth before plunging into the skin, tearing a line into the muscle. Screams fill him as he tries to kick away. Too late. The blade catches and a perfectly put half of a chelsea smile tinges his face. The burn is what he feels the most. Stinging and jolting him as he tries not to scream or the skin might tear too much.             The half-smile already fills up the right side of his cheek, stopping just under his cheeks bo

I got home and locked myself in the bathroom, doing exactly what the instructions told me to do. Now all I had to do was wait fifteen minutes, and then I would know what my future held in store.   I had always hated waiting, but this kind of waiting was pure torture. I grabbed one of the magazines that was sitting on the shelf and started looking through it, hoping for a distraction. After about twenty seconds I gave up, not being able to pay attention to what I was reading. My stomach was full of nerves. What would happen if I ended up being pregnant? Gerard and I weren't ready to become parents. I mean our marriage was solid and Gerard bro