Crazy like you, Lollipop (Frerard and insanity) - Page 5 - The Black Parade

famousXdeadX · 03-13-2008, 08:58 PM

aww! this is like,
the only frerard story where they keep bloodying each other up.
I love it!
Crazy Gerard!
I'm only wondering if frankie's going to end up snapping also....

**noemi_mcr** · 03-13-2008, 09:41 PM

*new reader*

i love this..
gerard is totally insane
i feel sorry for frankie
i love the fights
keep it up its awsome

Failure.? · 03-14-2008, 04:14 PM

Please update...
I beg of you XD

**Kriss** · 03-14-2008, 07:45 PM

Hahah, that was funnyXD
Loved it!
Please update soon again!

chemical · 03-14-2008, 08:37 PM

lol
i love this

update soon!!!

x x x

MCR_Jerk · 03-15-2008, 03:11 PM

OMG!
Nuky this is FxCKING AMAZING!
Really, it's awesome ^___^
Update soon!

Slashable · 03-15-2008, 04:32 PM

^I agree! :D
<3 aan dit verhaal.

**Nukyster** · 03-16-2008, 12:38 AM

Thanks all new and old readers, honestly I didn’t think of so many great reactions! I tr to keep up the update’s but I can’t promise anything. Enjoy next chapter^^

Chapter 8)Messed up

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Did she really think he hated this? He swept up the last bit of remains of his dinner aside along with some broken pieces of dinner plate. ‘Mission completed, did not have dinner.’ He chuckled soft and hummed along with some of his favourite songs. He felt her eyes burn in his back. She sat on the table, painting her nails and keeping a sharp eye on him. She was so pissed on him. He’d broken his promise, Gerard promise me you won’t pick on the new boy. He’d held his hand on his heart, while his other hand crossed fingers. I won’t pick on the nooby, Sarah B.

So in a way he hadn’t really broke his promise, just bended it a little. And what is the definition of ‘picking’ or ‘bullying’ anyway? He just wanted to know what was wrong with the kid, he had all the right to know that right? ‘I mean I have to live with it until he’s going home-sweet-home.’

And if the kid didn’t tell him he had to find out for himself. And if that included some physical contact so be it. Nothing wrong with a nose bleed from time to time, he’d had worse. Some guys that came in here really beat the shit out of him. But he had that coming, so it wasn’t that much of a problem. He was the problem. ‘But I ain’t part of the solution.’

He giggled and threw bits of broken plates in the trash can. He peeked at Sarah, who’d sunken into her magazine and stubbornly refused to go home before he was done cleaning.

He liked Sarah, right from the start. Sometimes you have that, he just decided to like her just as he’d decided to hate the previous student who came in and work here. The first day she came in with a pair of blue jeans and a shirt of Cookie Monster that said Eat Me. What could he say, she looked weird and she seemed interesting.

Of course King had to spoil the fun and she had to wear those stupid nursy-clothes. Same disgusting green blouse as everyone else that worked around here. ‘And they say I’m crazy.’ He shook his head slowly and walked into the kitchen to get a cloth, the table looked like a freaking massacre. He started to rub the tomato sauce off.

“Can I put the radio on?” He asked as sweet as he could.

“No.” She didn’t even look up.

“Then I’ll start singing…” He warned her.

“Give me your best shot, I’m sure it can’t be worse then at dinnertime.”

He huffed and continued cleaning the table. It was no fun singing if it didn’t bother her. From the corners of his eyes he peeked at her. She’d stopped reading her magazine, toyed with her colour-fading hair and blew a bubble with her gum. She was weird and the first girl he’d seen with purple hair.

And the first girl that proposed to do his. ‘Men Mikey went nuts when he saw me at first.’ He remembered how his brothers eyes grew big after he’d pulled his cap off, revealing a head full of nearly white hair.

“What’s your doing?” He asked and launched a piece of macaroni with his middle finger.

“Non of your business, now clean up I want to go home.” She answered back. He sat down on the table and studied her for a moment.

“You can just go home, I’ll clean up I swear.”

“Sure Gerard, sure. And then tomorrow I get a big snap from Knightly because I left you alone around ‘possible treats.’ Just like last time I left you alone in the laundry room.”

“B, the only possible treat I have access to is a fucking broomstick, I’m sure I can’t hurt myself with that.” He swung let his feet swing and kick against the table leg. “I messed up, I clean it up. You can go.”

“Just do the cleaning, I have a day off tomorrow anyway.” She turned a few pages and started a quiz. He skipped off the table and walked into the kitchen. He drenched the cloth with hot water and watched how red water drained into the sink. Unwillingly he rubbed his nose and snored. He really pissed the new guy off.

Half a hour later the din was practically liveable, luckily there lay no carpet on the floor and since he came living in Monroeville they had a lot of plates in the store closet.

“So did you do it just so you didn’t have to eat my macaroni?” Sarah suddenly asked after finishing her quiz.

He felt how his grin grew. ‘Busted.’ “Kinda.”

“Just in case you forget, next time you pull off a stunt like that your going in isolation for a good few hours.” She reminded him and quoted a few words the King had barked at him.

“I know.” He said angelic and threw the last bit of trash in the cane. He didn’t like it if she was mad on him, or even slightly annoyed. Mostly she thought his tricks where kinda funny. “See I cleaned.”

“Great then I can go home.” Without even admiring how clean the din was she got up and packed her stuff in her Eastpak.

“Your not even looking.” He grumbled and pouted his lips.

She turned to him. “Well what do you expect? I asked you something very simple today. Don’t pick on Frank and what do you do, at the second he comes in? If someone doesn’t feel like talking you should leave it be, your not his therapist or his friend. He didn’t want to share the reason he’s here and you had to drag it out, all packed in a big show just because you hate macaroni!”

She was remarkably good at making him feel bad. “’ M sorry.”

“I’m not the one that needs to hear that Gerard.” She said on a teacher-tone. He huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Fine I’ll tell him I’m sorry tomorrow morning, happy now?” She shrugged and switched the last pair of lights out. He followed her into the living room, he felt a bit like a stray pup. He didn’t like that.

“When is Mikey coming?” He whined for the third time in two days. It’s not like he forgot it but he just liked to hear it.

She sighted and gave him a look. “What did I say?”

“Saturday, this Saturday around lunchtime.” He answered.

Her lips curled up and she nodded. “Catch.” In reflex he snatched the item she threw out of the air. It where the keys to the fridge and cabins.

Puzzled he looked to the pair of keys and the colourful key-cord that went along with it. “You can get something, just don’t take to much else Knightly is going to eat me for breakfast.”

He fumbled with the keys. “Your sure?”

“Yeah, I’m going out tonight with Don. Need a few minutes to fresh up.” She said and walked towards the laundry room.

Gerard pouted his lips. ‘Donavan.’ He stuck out his tongue then behold his precious. His key to food. Real food, good food. Junk food. Chips, cookie, candy all the stuff he normally had to share with the rest. Be social, be friendly. ‘Fuck that all. I need sugar.’ In less then a minute he’d plundered the cabins, pushed some cookies under his shirt and ended up on the couch with a big bag of paprika chips.

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I update faster if I get reviews, sorry I'm just a junky^^

AllRejectSam · 03-16-2008, 01:00 AM

This is interesting. IN A VERY GOOD WAY!!! Update Soon!

**Kriss** · 03-16-2008, 07:05 AM

Haha, that was great.
And all that Gerard did, just because he didn't like macaroni..xD
Please update when you can again.