hell yeah!! I was thinking that last night when I watched it. It was number 2 on Kerrangs 100 tracks you must download
I think he looks hot in Famous Last Words too when he smashes his guitar
:-o
number 17? NUMBER 17????
WTF!!!!
Well it's my number one along with all the other albums, singles, dvds, etc
we haves virgin media with music on demand thing where you can watch music vids for free and there is no MCR on there at all!!!!!
But in the "Rocks" Genre, guess what they have....MIKA? I mean WTF I hate him
WANK MATERIAL MAN
All MCR vids make me want to put my hand down my pants xD
Frankie when he kicks the sand and falls to the floor and his mouth is all open...gawd
Petiton for MCR to be number 1 much
(Frank’s point of view)
I leapt off the bed and threw on the first thing I could find on my bedroom floor.
“Throw on some of my clothes from my wardrobe... NOW!” I babbled at Gerard, not really thinking about what I was saying. I was thinking about what I was going to do if I was caught. My mom knew I was gay, but she’d never caught me in bed with another guy, and I was scared of her reaction would be. I signalled for Gerard to hurry up and get dressed. He flung on my black jeans and my Black Flag t shirt. Even in my clothes he looked hot. Focus! I told myself Your mother is about to find your clothes in a pile in the living room, and she is going to want an explanation!
I walked down the stairs, Gerard following me. I held my hand out behind me to get hold of him and felt his sweaty palm touch mine. I clenched my hand so that we were firmly holding each other. We were going to face this together.
We got to the bottom of the stairs, only to be greeted with the beaming smile of my mother.
“Hey, darling, how was your-.” She stopped talking when she saw Gee.
“Well who’s this then?” she said, looking at me.
“Oh, this is Gerard. He’s new at the school... he needed someone to... uh... show him around, so I offered to help”
She nodded, but then took a double take.
“Why is he... wearing your clothes?” she asked. Her voice was laced with confusion.
“He spilt soda on himself before and he needed to change, so I offered to lend him some of mine. Is that... ok?” I replied. I couldn’t believe how quickly I had come up with that excuse. I guess I worked well under pressure.
“Yeah, ok” she said, not batting an eyelid. Well, that was until she noticed the pile of clothes.
“Whose are they?” she asked, pointing to the pile.
“They’re mine, Mrs Iero” replied Gerard, quickly grabbing the pile of clothes and shoving them into his bag. “They’re the clothes that got soaked with soda before. I threw them down the stairs to make sure I wouldn’t forget them, but I forgot to put them back in my bag. Sorry.”
I looked at my mom, praying that she would believe our excuses.
“No problem, Gerard” she said, looking at him. She turned around and walked into the kitchen.
“You boys want something to eat?” she shouted from behind the kitchen door.
“No thank you” we said together. We both laughed.
“Let’s go back upstairs” I said to Gerard, and grabbed hold of his hand and dragged him up the staircase.
“Just going to play some guitar, mom” I shouted, so that she wouldn’t get suspicious of me.
“OK, darling!” she shouted back. I shivered. I hated it when she called me darling. I was 16. You don’t call someone darling when they’re 16!
When me and Gerard got to my room, I went into the corner, got my guitar and sat on my bed.
“So your mom calls you darling too” said Gee. That familiar smirk was pasted across his face.
I nodded.
“It just sucks, don’t it. I mean, we’re 16. Not 5... it has to stop.” We both giggled. He looked up at me with those same power blue eyes and the same cheeky smile. My heart melted.
I started playing my guitar just a few short moments afterwards, only to notice that Gee was nodding along. I suddenly stopped.
“Why are you stopping?” he asked. “That was amazing. Did you write that?”
I nodded and blushed at the same time.
“Carry on” he pleaded. His puppy dog eyes stared at me. I had to give in.
I started playing again, slowing down the pace of the song to fit the mood, and without realising, started singing the lyrics I had written to this melody And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as They stared us down when we met in the emergency room And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines...
I stopped when I realised what I was doing.
“That was fantastic” said Gerard, his head now resting on my shoulder “What is it called?”
I hadn’t thought about a title. I figured that I should call it something relating to me and Gerard at that moment, considering that he was the only one who knew the song;
"This Is The Best Day Ever” I said, and kissed him gently on the forehead. (Gee’s point of view)
I lay on Frankie’s bed, listening to him play guitar. He was amazing.
The hours seemed to whizz by and before we both knew it, it as 9pm. We unexpectedly heard a knock on Frankie’s door. It was his mom. I lifted my head from his shoulder.
“Sorry, Gerard, but you’re going to have to leave now. I expect your mother will be wondering where you are now anyway”
I nodded and got up from Frankie’s bed. He followed me as I walked down the stairs to get my stuff. I put my school bag on my back and walked towards the door.
“Thanks for having me, Mrs Iero” I said, only to be answered with “Anytime”
As we walked onto the front lawn, Frank wrapped his arms around my waist.
“See you tomorrow, yeah” he said, and squeezed me tightly.
“Of course” I answered “You’re the only thing that makes going to school worthwhile”
I turned round and kissed him gently on the mouth.
“Bye” I said.
“Bye” he replied, he let go of me and watched as I walked out of the gate.
As I walked down the street, I thought about Frankie. He was perfect in every way, and he as mine.
I walked into my house just a few minutes later.
“Gee, is that you?” I heard my mom’s voice say.
“Yeah” I replied, walking into the living room.
“Where have you been? It’s past 9” she asked.
“I made a new... friend... I was at his for a while. Sorry I didn’t call. We were sorta... busy”
She looked at me, one eyebrow raised.
“OK, darling” she said. Still with the darling... but I knew now that I wasn’t the only one who was called it “just call me next time, ok?”
“Ok, mom. Look, I’m sorta tired. I didn’t get any sleep last night. I’m going up to bed”
“Ok, sweet-” she said. But she stopped before she finished her sentence.
“Whose are those clothes?” she asked. I’d forgotten that I still had Frankie’s jeans and t shirt on.
“Oh” I said, shyly “They’re Frank’s... he’s my new friend. I spilt soda on myself before so he offered me some of his clothes.”
“Oh, ok... night darling”
I walked up the stairs, slowly peeling off my... or rather Frank’s... clothes, and got into bed.
I looked in my bag for my sketchbook, when I came across something else I had forgotten. I still had more of Frankie’s clothes. But these weren’t like the ones I was wearing before. They still smelt of him; aftershave and stale cigarettes. I pulled out the t shirt from my bag and held it tightly to my chest. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep, dreaming of the short time we’d spent together.
'Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year'
Self-harm free since 18.4.2008 <3
*mumbles* I like Elliot Minor! *pouts* i well hugged the singerr n guitarist.
omgz. like that was well good
AHAHA. It so should of been.
Franks mom: "FRANK!"
Frank: "Yerhh mom?"
Franks mom: "*points* whats with the pile of boy clothes?"
Frank: "I were screwing the boy from down the street?"
Franks mom: "Why?"
Frank: "We were gonna do it in the teachers cupboard but like the teacher walked in"
Franks mom: "Oh okay, need a condom?"
Frank: "Ja"
Franks mom: "*hands condom*"
Frank: "Danke"
Franks mom: "Have fun"
Frank: "Mom?"
Franks mom: "Yerrh?"
Frank: "Gerard has a nice penis"
mmhmm.
DILLIGAF
"it’s when you’re acting selflessly, that you are at your bravest"
- Four.
♥
I shall just laugh a little *hugs*
