Crazy like you, Lollipop (Frerard and insanity) - Page 4 - The Black Parade

dagný · 03-13-2008, 03:36 PM

love it <3

:D

Rosa · 03-13-2008, 03:38 PM

Haha, funny XD
update pleaaaaaaase =]

**Kriss** · 03-13-2008, 04:38 PM

That was so funny xD
Loved it!
Update when you can again

MCRmoshpitt · 03-13-2008, 04:49 PM

<3 loved it

gerard and frankie talking normally almost!!!!

update again soon x

famousXdeadX · 03-13-2008, 06:22 PM

eeeh. wow, Gerard acted...sane. :O
woah.

**Nukyster** · 03-13-2008, 06:33 PM

haha, yeah it nearly freaked me out:P

Issabbella · 03-13-2008, 06:43 PM

o my god. they had a conversatin. .. . . and NOONE GOT LICKED!!!!!

=D i love it!!

<333 Yours, Bella

**Nukyster** · 03-13-2008, 07:05 PM

First of all, you have no idea how funny it was to write this chapter. It’s a inspired by the song Blood. Nut enough rambling, on with the craziness.

Chapter 7) Such an awful fuck.

.-.-.

Dinner went quit easy. Ray sat silently next to him, Bob look amused how Gerard toyed with his plate of macaroni. Revolted as been given monkey-brain he stabbed innocent little bit of macaroni to dead. Sarah gave him a long piercing look and Gerard huffed. “Sorry but I’m not eating this shit.” He shoved his plate aside. “Sorry Sissy, but you’re a lousy cook.”

“That’s because I’m not hired to cook, Gerard. And you better eat some because your not getting anything else.”

Sulky he picked up his fork and scooped some macaroni up. He brought it to his mouth, seemed to be ready to throw up and stopped the fork from getting any closer. Suddenly his eyes started to twinkle and he placed his fork down.

He started to grin at Frank, who couldn’t avoid glaring back.

“I got a label, wanna hear it?” Gerard asked innocently. Frank just starred back and had stopped eating as well. “I’m manic-depressed and a bit schizophrenic, now ain’t that dope? It’s right huh Sarah.”

Sarah looked from boy to boy and huffed. “Yes you’re the little manic of the family.”

“That’s right!” Gerard said proudly, balancing his head on his hand. “So what’s your label, lollipop or is King still looking? Guess your ain’t fried yet.” Puzzled he tapped with his fingers on his plate. “You don’t look crazy to me, by the smell of you I guess your don’t suffer from Mysophobia-“

“-Gerard mind your manners!” Sarah cut him off. He smiled innocent and shrugged, while his gaze was fixed on Frank. “And you talk, so your lot like Ray. You don’t scratch, so your not like Bob. -No offence Bob.” He said after an angry look from the addict. “So what will it be?”

“Gerard I don’t think Frank wants to talk about it.” Sarah said sharp. Gerard shrugged again and kept starring at Frank, who glared back.

Suddenly Gerard shot forward, nearly dived over the table and took hold of Franks wrist.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” Frank screamed and drew back. But the creep didn’t let go, got further dragged over the table, clutched to his wrists.

“WAY LET HIM GO MAN!” Bob yelled and Sarah rushed up to drag the creep back on his seat. Gerard noticed her attempt and crawled over the table and made another dive, tackling Frank with him in the process.

Frank let out a yelp as his chair fell backwards and hit the floor. A squirming body fell on top of him and he wanted to beat the creep so badly. Then he felt a tug on his sleeves and he drew his hands back, but was to late.

“HAH! I KNEW IT!” The creep squealed. “LADY AND GENTLEMAN WE HAVE A WRISTCUTTER!” He stepped up and jumped over Franks body. “WRISTCUTTER! WRISTCUTTER!” He started making a little dance along with his new found song. Sarah and Bob looked stunned, Ray only rolled his eyes and Frank felt like exploding.

“YOUR SO DEAD!” He screamed and got up.

“WRISTCUTTER!” Gerard kept singing and sprinted out of reach. “BLOODY BUTCHER!” He started to laugh and dug down under the table, peeking up on the other side.

A red haze took over Frank, he heard himself shout and he dived over the table to get that little motherf- “AUW!” The creep winched away right in time and he landed once again on the floor, face hitting first. He felt a sharp pain sting through his lip and tasted his own blood. Quickly he whipped the trail off and licked his lips. A few feet further stood, well bounced the freak and started to rattle up a song.

In the meantime Sarah had grabbed the phone. “Kurt you better get here before-“

“-Well they encourage your complete co-operation, send you roses when they think you need to smile...” Gerard started to sing feint and avoided a slap in the face from Frank. “I can't control myself because I don't know how.. And they love me for well honestly I'll be here for a while..”

“STAND STILL YOU PSYCHO!” Frank yelled and rushed forward once again.

“- Before they start killing each other!” Sarah yelled in the phone, trying to come between the sing-song and the death-treats. Gerard zigzagged through the room, around the table while keeping up his song, Frank on his heels.

“-So give them blood, blood, blood! Grab a glass because there is going to be a blood…”

Every time Frank though he finally got him he made a smooth movement and got out of reach. “STAND STILL!” Gerard laugh and made a face, then jumped on a chair and stepped on the table.

“-The doctors and the nurses they adore me so, But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful FUCK!” As he said his final words he razed his hand to his chest, on his heart.

‘Finally!’ Was all Frank could think. He swung forward and circled his arms around the creep his legs, then he gave a hard tug. Gerard made bit girlish yelp, waved his arms violently but lost his balance completely. He landed on the table, face front in the middle of the bowl of remaining macaroni. The bowl flew up, made half a spin and landed partly on the table and partly on Gerard. Frank had let go of his legs and spit out some blood.

“In your face maniac!” He growled, breathing hard. Silence had fell.

Gerard pushed himself a bit up and whipped over his face, his nose was bleeding and red bits of sauce covert him. “Yeah, pretty much in my face.” He whistled through his teeth, sniggered and started to hum. “-I gave you blood, blood. Gallons of the stuff...”

“YOU LITTLE-“ Frank drew his hands up but before he could collide his fist in the tomato-reddish face of the creep his hand got grabbed. He glared up, wanting to know who stopped him from doing something he really felt like doing. It was Kurt, the guy that had dragged him through the hall. He hesitated, not feeling much for another tug and turn. Slowly he ease and lowered his hand.

“What’s the problem?” Kurt asked. Three pair of eyes glared at Gerard who still lay on the table, surrounded by macaroni and sauce.

The male-nurse nodded slow. “I think it’s a good idea if you have a little talk with Knightly.”

Gerard slowly sat up, rubbing the blood off with the sleeve of his shirt and shrug. “Guess.”

“No you don’t guess, your going and don’t think I’m ganna clean this shit up!” Sarah snapped angrily. “Your going to clean this up, I don’t care if it takes you all night, little freak!”

His eyes sparkled and he blew her a kiss before walking out with Kurt. “But you adore me, don’t ya!” From the hall they heard him sing: “I'm the kinda human wreckage that you love...”

.-.-.

hah, and for a little moment I thought he could possibly be kinda... sane. NUHU! Thanks once again for you reactions, so I typed my ass off to get it done before a few hours of sleep^^

Issabbella · 03-13-2008, 07:19 PM

ha i love it!!!!!! more pleases!!

Rosa · 03-13-2008, 08:01 PM

Hahaa I LOVE this story XD
Updateee