THCFM ~Rydon Chapter 4~ by CloudpawLikesACookie, literature
Literature
THCFM ~Rydon Chapter 4~
Ryan
I sat up in a tree in my backyard, looking up into the leaves at the sun glinting through, casting little dancing lights along my arms, the leaves and the branches.
I began climbing down and went inside, grabbed my guitar and went to the auditions to meet up with Spencer and Jon.
I walked to Jon's parent's house, knocking on the door. When Jon opened it I walked in and plugged in my guitar. "Ready, guys?" I asked, looking at them. They nodded and we sat, waiting for the door bell to ring while randomly playing our instruments. Finally, the chime sounded and Jon stood and opened the door.
In walked Brendon Urie.
Just A Number Chapter 5 by littleblackmariah, literature
Literature
Just A Number Chapter 5
**Frank's P.O.V**
"Because I'm with you." I replied hastily, almost instantly regretting my words. I was already puffed out from the cigarette that I'd had a few minutes prior, so I tried to disguise my red cheeked expression with that. I was an idiot, just saying that to him. He was probably going to want an explanation now. Most people did. Most sensible people did. Damn it, I'd told him the truth, the truth had just been on the tip of my tongue but the truth hadn't been the right thing to say. Oh God, what shit have I gotten myself in now?
I try to act like I'm still all hyper and happy, even though I'm still dreading going back ho
001. Real Name : Kate
002. Nickname[s]: Er...'bro', sisfry or Katefry
003. Zodiac Sign : Aquarius
004. Male Or Female : Female
005. Elementary : sucked
006. Middle School : sucks
007. High School : It'll probably suck
008. Hair Color : Brunette
009. Long Or Short : shoulder-length
010. Loud Or Quiet : both
011. Sweats Or Jeans : Jeans
012. Phone Or Camera : Old-fashioned cameras, but since I don't have one, phone
013. Health Freak : er, no
014. Drink Or Smoke: I'd rather drink...
015. Do You Have A Crush On Someone: Not really
016. Political orientation: I hate politics but my parents are Democrats.
017. Piercings: I want
THCFM ~Rydon Chapter 2~ by CloudpawLikesACookie, literature
Literature
THCFM ~Rydon Chapter 2~
Ryan
The next day at school, I wore my Beatles shirt and some grey jeans that hung loosely on my hips and a slightly too big MCR sweatshirt.
When I was at my locker, I noticed the boy, Brendon, from the smoothie shop walk by. He was wearing a MCR shirt and some white jeans, his glasses perched atop his nose and his hair spiked slightly. I watched as he walked by and caught his eye again, this time lifting my hand awkwardly in a half wave.
His cheeks were lightly dusted pink and he walked quickly away. I shrugged and lifted my messenger bag back onto my shoulder and headed out the door.
When I was about to pass the smoothie shop, I sla
THCFM ~Rydon Intro~ by CloudpawLikesACookie, literature
Literature
THCFM ~Rydon Intro~
Ryan
I walked down the street and pushed my sunglasses farther up my nose. Just as I walked past the smoothie shop, I heard singing from inside and turned to listen, seeing a boy with red-framed glasses and brown hair singing for the customers while he made smoothies.
Our eyes locked for a moment and a blush rose to my cheeks before I hurried away, eyes attached to the concrete beneath my shoes. Maybe I'll go back tomorrow I thought.
Society is ugly.
Not you.
Beauty is defined by
How you act.
Not by the number on the
Scale.
Starving doesn't work.
Purging doesn't work.
Pills don't work.
The girl you see
In the mirror is
Perfect
Just the way she is
Now.
Don't get upset because
You don't match up
To the media's
Expectations.
Cutting won't work.
Crying won't work.
Dying won't work.
Remember this:
Society is ugly.
Not you.
Our Lady of Sorrows! ~Frerard OS~ by CloudpawLikesACookie, literature
Literature
Our Lady of Sorrows! ~Frerard OS~
Gerard darted after Frank, grabbing his wrist and pulling him close, "We could be perfect one last night." Frank sighed and stared at his hands, "And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight?" he yelled, "And we can settle this affair?"
Gerard pulled him closer and held out his hand, "If you would shed your yellow take my hand," he murmured, pressing his lips gently to the shorter boy's, "And we can solve this mystery of laceration gravity." They stood for a bit, pressed together, their lips connected before Frank pulled away and pressed his ear to Gerard's chest, wrapping his arms around his waist as tears ran slowly down his white painte
Running Away To Nowhere ~Two Frerard~ by CloudpawLikesACookie, literature
Literature
Running Away To Nowhere ~Two Frerard~
Gerard's POV
I pushed the door to my balcony open and climbed out, lugging my messenger bag after me. I swung it over my shoulder when I got out and swung one leg up and over the rail. I screamed inside just as I swung my other leg over, "Fuck you all!" and grabbed the wooden rail with both hands and let my legs hang down.
I dropped down as I heard my dad's thundering footsteps on the stairs, Mikey following. I dashed across the perfectly cut lawn, past the large weeping willow and past the garden gnomes my mother had collected over the years.
"Gerard Arthur Way! Get your fucking ass back here." My father roared. My auburn hair hung in