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Me: "Dad, I think you're going through a mid-life crisis."
Dad: "My whole fucking life has been a crisis."

And that was the moment I knew my father was emo.

Jo

That was great!
I love how Frank was all ansty about Vee spending time with Gerard.
Hehe. Jealousy rearing its big ugly head.
But that's okay!

Okay,
Now I probably sound a little psychotic.
So, I'll stop.
The update was great.
And I can't wait for more.
^_^

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Know that we'll still have each other,
You can stand under my umbrella.<3
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Lokeriel

*new reader*
oh wow, i love the massive amount of chapters there are already!!11
i am totally loving this so far, and i really can't wait for more!!!

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VioletShadow

*new reader* hey story seems to be really good so far and well pulled together. Keep it up. And I do think Frank's jealous and brit seems a little fishy, who wouldn't let their boyfriend ring them. if frank was my man, he wouldn't have to, i would've been helping him to his room. ^.^

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"When life gives you lemons, make grape juice, then sit back as the world wonders how you did it."

MCR for Life!


<3 Sandra

Just Trying To Live Life- (FI/OFC) fan fic

http://www.theblackparade.net/t5368/



PROJEKT REVOLUTION 8-25-07 CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY

07-07-07: the happiest day of my life. Amara Lynn Wenning- my beautiful baby girl!

Kelsey

NEW READER
i like your story!

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-But don't be afraid.

You hold the mightiest weapons of all.

So don't forget:

You are the one who will open the door.

Siriusly?

Chapter Eight.

It was half past six in the evening when Gerard had arrived, holding a case of beer under one arm and a bunch of movies in the other. Rolling my eyes, I stepped behind the door and welcomed him inside, Hayley had decided to stay at her boyfriends for the night. After setting the beer and video's down near the end of my bed, Gerard tugged off his shoes and instantly lit up a cigarette. He took a long drag, blowing the smoke from his mouth as though he'd been doing it for years - when in fact, he had. Gerard turned to me, crossing one leg across the other, shaking them to an unheard beat in silence. I popped open the first videocase and stared down at the film, "Dawn Of The Dead?"

"It's a classic," Gerard said taking another drag.

"Yeah, if you like the whole watching people get pulled apart by flesh-eating zombies which only freaks, like you, would watch." I insulted him, as I popped the video in the vcr player, jumping back on my bed and opening a packet of chips.

"Oh, before I forget," said Gerard in an overly casual tone, "What the fuck was with you saying you loved me down the phone?!"

"Frank was with me, and I needed to make this whole thing look realistic."

Gerard looked over at me, his dark eyes piercing into my own, "You really like this guy, don't you?" He asked me, not waiting for an answer, "What is he? A martian or something? Besides - on this double-date he's got to pass the Gerard test. If he smokes, does drugs, what music he likes, who he prefers, Rollins or that other fat dude, if he drives-"

"Gerard, you dipshit, of course he drives," Rolling my eyes at him I swatted the back of his head. I glanced at the beer in his hand, "How much have you all ready had to drink?"

Gerard shrugged. "Only a little."

By 'only a little' I knew that he must have downed at least four cans before coming over. I stared at him sadly before settling down on the bed with him, grabbing the remote control and hitting the play button whilst Gerard flipped off the lights. Gerard sat to my right, put the end of his cigarette out in the bin and wrapped an arm around me, nestling his head ontop of my own. In the dark I smiled sadly to myself - able to smell the alchohol on him. Alchohol for Gerard was an addiction. He drank himself away most nights, passing out on the couch or on one of his many friends living room floors. There was no mistake in guessing that Gerard would be staying the night.

I watched as the opening credits rolled on the screen and grimaced as I watched a woman be torn apart by the living dead. I rolled my eyes, I honestly did not understand what the big craze about zombie films. Sure, there was blood and gore - but no real story, only watching a dozen of the things get a healthy feast as they chased a fat woman across the street.

"Hey, you!" Gerard hit my shoulder, "You're not asleep are you?"

"Can you hear me snoring?"

Gerard ignored the comment, "There's a buzzing coming from my side of the bed, I think it's your phone."

"Oh," I said, shuffling over, my upper body crawling over his lower half, "'Kay." I murmured, reaching over and groping for my cell phone. I felt Gerard shift beneath me, rolling ever so slightly so I could reach the phone a little better. As my hand came into contact with something metallic, I clutched it in my hand and fumbled for the answer button, pressing down on it before holding the phone to my ear as Gerard's knee connected with my stomach, "Ow fuck Gerard! That hurt," it was then that I remembered I'd answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Hi." came the voice.

"Frank, hey!" I greeted, ecstatically happy that he'd called me, "What's up?" As I waited for a reply, I turned back to Gerard and gestured for him to flick on the light so I could see what I was doing.

"Not much," said Frank, in his quiet melodic tone. "I was just wondering whether it was too late or not to join you guys."

"Oh?" I said, surprised, "Really, well - " I bit back the urge to laugh as I saw Gerard groping the walls, searching for the lightswitch, "No, Gerard, a little higher, that's it - okay, now put your hand on it, that's it... stop groping it!" I rolled my eyes at Gerard before turning back to the phone, not realising just how bad the conversation must have sounded, "No, you can join us, Frank, no worries - Gerard, you only have to press down on it, bloody hell, it's not that hard," I watched as he messed around finding the light switch. I let out a low whistle as he still fought to find the switch. "Okay," I said after a while, "Maybe it is just that hard. Let me do it."

"Hey, Vee, you know what? Maybe another time," came Frank's hurried voice, "Bye."

As the phone disconnected, the light switched on. Gerard turned to me, raising a brow. "What was that all about?"

"He put the phone down on me." I said simply, as though I couldn't believe it myself. I looked up at Gerard, frowning, "Was it something I said?"

There was silence and suddenly, Gerard smirked, holding his fist in front of his mouth to hide it.

"What?"

Gerard put on a bad, high-pitched imitation of myself, "No Gerard!" He squealed, "You're not doing it hard enough! Higher! Oh, it really is that hard!" He broke down into a fit of guffaws before finding himself in a violent coughing fit - a side effect of all of his smoking.

I felt my cheeks colouring and began to get flustered, "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no." I repeated, star-struck, "This can not be happening to me."

"Okay c'mon!" laughed Gerard as he started on his third can of beer in the hour, "We are dating, right? It's what couples do."

"Yes - but we're not a couple Ger! And I just spoke out our supposed sex life down the phone to the guy I like! This is so fucking-"

"Fucked up?" Gerard offered.

"Yes."

"Ballsed up?"

"Yes."

"Up shit creek without a paddle?"

"Yes."

"Screwy?"

"Where are you getting all of these from?" I said, smiling depsite myself at his drunken slurring state. "But yeah, that's the general idea."

"Well," said Gerard thoughtfully in his tipsy state. "There's only one thing we can do."

"What's that?" I was willing to take any suggestions, I was that desparate.

"We could break up." said Gerard, "I know it sounds crazy but -"

"But it might just work!" I jumped up, circling my arms around his neck as I kissed his cheek, "Gerard!" I shouted, "You're a genius!"

"Hey, keep it down," Gerard whispered, nodding his head to the door, "Or lover boy might think we're at it again."

I glowered at him.

"Or maybe not?"

"Okay-" I said, plans and ideas already forming and circulating in my head. "This is simple. All we have to do is break-up. Should it be all upsetting? So I have a shoulder to cry on? Because Frank seems like the kinda guy I can do that with okay. So on Thursday we'll act all lovey dovey and then, then in a week or so - I'll 'walk in' on you cheating with some girl, come home sobbing, pass Frank on his way out or something and voila!"

Gerard glowered at me, "You know what? That sounds like a great plan - BUT WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE ONE CHEATING?"

"Because if I cheated Frank would think I'm a cheater and I wouldn't get into his goodbooks!"

He looked at me, obviously confused. "I thought it was his pants you wanted to get into, not his books."

"Gerard please, I know I don't say this alot, okay, scratch that, I never say this but please, please, I'm begging you Gerad, just cheat on me? Just this once! Actually, while you're at it, go crazy! You were with tonnes of girls! That's bound to make the story even more tear worthy! OOOO!" An idea struck me, "What if you got one of them pregnant? And we go on this big thing for getting money for an abortion but in the end, it's not even your baby and the girl was even more of a slut than you!" Gerard looked at me, he seemed to contemplate it and then,

"No."

I pouted, "You're no fun. And why not?"

Gerard slid down my wardrobe and sat on the floor, snatching a sixth can of beer, "Because this guy actually sounds pretty decent." He said, still managing to talk sense in his drunken state. He pushed back his hair and rubbed his eyes before taking a swallow of his alchohol, "And if you really like him, Livvy, then you shouldn't lie to him. I'm only joining you on this because I know you like him - and cause he almost killed you." Gerard shrugged his shoulders, running a hand through his pale somewhat chubby face, "And cause he seems like someone I could be friends with."

I moved forward, hugging Gerard around his neck, "I love you."

"Love you Livvy," he slurred, before downing his beer and resting his head on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a few silent minutes and time passed by relatively slowly. It was sometime later when I realised that Gerard had began to snore, and his head became heavy as his body grew limp. I patted my hand through his hair, gently pulling my fingers through his locks. I kissed the top of his head and slowly shifted underneath him, letting his head and back lean against the wardrobe doors. Tugging him downwards so he lay flat on the floor, I placed a soft, bulky pillow under his head and fetched a blanket from the cabinet near Hayley's side of the room. Draping it over him, I smiled sadly at his sleeping form, the many empty cans scattered around him. I gave one last sigh before retreating to bed, turning off the VCR and TV and clambering into bed, turning on my side. "Night Gerard."

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Thumbelina

Awww - I love Gerard!

And LOLOLHAHAHAHAH at that phone bit xD Fucking love it!

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Siriusly?

Thank you Would you believe it that that's happened to me before? I was extremely embarrased, it was terrible

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Thumbelina

Yes, I would believe x)
It sounds like something you could do - not in a horrible way, but just like, not realising it at all, innocent mind (A)
<3

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Lokeriel

hahaha, that phone bit was totally cracking me up....
i can understand what Frank would think ws going on, but, why would she answer the phone at that time if that's what was happening? lol, i think i just confused myself!
great update, and i'm really looking foward to more!!

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