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Killjoys Chapter SevenI hadn't realized it before, but Patrick was in my P.E. class. I hadn't noticed before as a result to running slower than me, and the fact that most activities were gender separated. I began to slow my pace down and run my laps with him. We didn't get to talk, because whenever we tried, the coach blew his whistle at Patrick for opening his mouth. Even teachers could be bullies.Killjoys Chapter Seven by Komui-Pushed-You5776
My period in the library was boringFrankie didn't show.
Mikey and I met outside of Mr. Evans class after school. We had to scrap gum out from under the desks. It was a disgusting task. Mr. Evans left the room and Mikey sighed with relief.
"I was afraid he wouldn't leave," Mikey said.
"He's so awkward," I agreed.
"Charlotte, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," I shrugged and used all my strength to pry off a particularly old piece of gum.
"Do you like Frank?" he asked and looked directly at me. He watched me as I became flustered.
"I uh "
"You can't lie," he added.
"I think I do." I focus
Unicorns-A Frerard StoryMikey lay in his bunk, clutching the toy unicorn to his face. Mmm, it smelt like Gerard. He rolled over, quickly falling asleep. There was a smile on his face.Unicorns-A Frerard Story by GothicaWay
Bob found Ray in the tiny bathroom, combing the 'fro. He leaned in the doorway, opening a small drawer under the sink and removing his beard-linter. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah..." he replied, struggling with a knot.
"Brush under it, then put the comb in the middle of it," Bob instructed. Ray did so, combing out the knot quickly and painlessly. He wondered how Bob knew so much about hair.
Gerard leant against the side of the bus, a cigarette in his hand. As he took a drag, Frank climbed out of the bus and lent next to him.
"Okay?" Frank asked genuinely. Gerard looked as though there was something on his mind.
"Yeah..." Frank waited.
Gerard stared into the distance. "Just thinking..."
"About...?" Frank prodded.
"Mikey." Frank nodded, lighting up his cigarette."I miss him. It's not like I won't let him have a life, but we
Another Way: Part 1"Yeah, Bob's got a special present for your birthday, Mikey!" Gerard laughed. Ray, Bob and Mikey fell about in more fits of laughter. Frank sat between Gerard and Ray, his arms crossed and a pout on his lips.Another Way: Part 1 by GothicaWay
"Uh-oh, is ickle Fwankie having a sulk? You look like you need cheering up," Gerard winked. He sniffed haughtily and turned his head away.
"Aw, come on, Frankie, I thought homophobia was gay?" Gerard sighed at his party-pooping best friend.
"I'm not homophobic..."
"...But?" Gerard insisted. Frank relented.
"But it's just weird! It's not natural."
"Are you kidding? It's hot!"
Mikey, Gerard, Frank and Bob turned to stare at Ray, who blushed deeply. "So I've heard..." he added.
"Ew..." Mikey shuddered. "Never talk to me again. Ever."
Ray sat back, muttering something that sounded like "You were thinking it..."
Another Way: Part 2"Will you cut it out?" Frank murmured, looking around. Bob and Ray were holding hands, trying to embarass him.Another Way: Part 2 by GothicaWay
"But we're in love, Frank! Can't you see how happy we are together?" Bob grinned.
"Oh, Bobbykins..." Ray cooed. Frank rushed off to the bus. Ray let go of Bob's hand, laughing at Frank.
"You know, I've never seen him run so fast," Bob mused.
Frank climbed onto the bus, muttering furiously. Why was everyone trying to piss him off? He stormed into the living area and stopped dead.
There was a girl.
There was no doubt she was related closely to Gerard. Her hair was just like his, but shinier, well cared-for. Her skin was pale, her eyes dark against it. They had the same slope of the nose. She was wearing a dress she must have borrowed from the costume van, as it had a label stuck to it that read "Helena, Tracy P." She was playing with the hem, her dainty legs crossed, when she looked up and saw Frank.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He swallowed hard and mana
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