Wash Down This Engagement Ring (Like A Black Parade... Sequal) - Page 3 - The Black Parade

Seraphim · 04-07-2008, 04:45 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Shannen

why cant you update?

im listen to britney spears at the moment and i have no idea why????

Gah, now I feel guilty!!

I can't update, because I'm on holidays, and I only have the laptop, and my stuff is saved on my memory stick, which is at home...
I started writing this before I'd finished the other fic, because originally, this was all going to be one story, but I needed a break, so I split it into two parts, instead.

Anyways, I'm going home in three days, so it will be up soon

Stefi · 04-07-2008, 04:57 AM

YAY!!! luffs you hun

Seraphim · 04-09-2008, 05:54 AM

Haha, I just got home! (after a 2 1/2 hour flight and a 2 hour drive )
Now I can finally type and get this updated!!!!
It should be up on the weekend, but no promises.
I wrote down the last chapter last night....
I cried

( Even though I've known the ending for a while)

Nephilim · 04-09-2008, 07:07 AM

Aw, I missed this story.
You get some sleep, we can always wait for an update.

M'kay?
I love you Katie poo.

:D

Stefi · 04-09-2008, 07:56 AM

^ i agree fully!

Seraphim · 04-10-2008, 04:17 AM

Finally!!!!!!!

Chapter 2

‘Gerard? Are you in here?’
I quickly shove he letter under my pillow, as the door swings open, and my brothers’ head appears.
‘Yeah?’ I call back.
‘Oh, there you are!’ he sounds relieved. ‘We were wandering where you’d got to!’
I lie out-stretched on my back, staring aimlessly up at the bottom of the bunk above me.
Mikey sits down at the table, watching me closely.
‘Are you alight?’ he asks me, his voice riddled with concern.
I don’t move.
‘Yeah, I’m fine.’ I say, at last.
I’m lying through my teeth.
I’m far from fine.
I’m not even okay.
I’m miserable.
But I can’t tell him that.
‘If there’s something wrong, you know you can always come and talk to me, right?’
I think about this for a moment.
I consider telling him everything.
Why not?
It’s over.
Does it really matter now?
I open my mouth to speak, but the words never get the chance to pass my lips.
The door crashes open, again, followed by numerous loud, high-pitched screams, and Frank, Bob and Ray come running inside, looking like they’ve just been caught in a hurricane.
‘I swear they get wilder every day…’ Ray mutters, closing the door so the screams are silenced, and throwing his coat on the floor.
Frank walks over to the fridge, grabbing a can of Red Bull, and taking a mouthful.
‘Amen to that!’ He says, holding the can above his head.
He looks around the bus and spots me, lying anti-socially in my bunk.
‘What the hell was with you? I reckon every second kid I was talking to tonight asked me where you were.’
‘I wasn’t feeling very well.’ I mumble.
Ray rips the can from Frank’s hand, and takes a sip. (Much to Frank’s disgust)
‘Is that why you’ve been so down during the shows, lately?’
‘Uh… yeah, I guess…’
I don’t really feel like talking right now.
I don’t feel like doing anything.
I’d be perfectly happy to simply melt into the floor and disappear.

The others seem to get the vibe, because they all give up in trying to start a conversation with me.
I hear Frank mutter something about bi-polar, as I roll onto my side, pulling the blankets over me, and closing my eyes, giving the impression I’m asleep.
They continue talking in low voices.
If I wasn’t so depressed, I’d probably be laughing about the fact that they think I can’t hear them.
‘I’m worried about him…’ I hear Mikey say. ‘I haven’t seen him like this for a long time…’
‘If it was something serious, he’d tell us.’ Ray tries to assure him. ‘It’s probably nothing.’
‘Yeah, but you’d have to be blind not to have noticed how down he’s been, lately. Even the fans seem to have noticed.’ Mikey says. ‘He just hasn’t been the same since Brian told us…’
There’s a silence.
‘You know, I never though Hayley would be getting married before me.’ Frank mutters, quietly.
I feel a jolt in my stomach.
The others mumble in agreement.
‘Do you think he… you know… liked her? As more than a friend?’ asks Frank,
‘I don’t know…’ Mikey sighs, ‘It’s hard to tell with him sometimes…’

They all shut up as the door flings open for a third time, along with two pairs of footsteps.
‘Shit! What happened?’
I stick my head out from under the covers, to see Brian closing the door, and James Dewees, standing near the table, clutching his arm.
‘Fucking teenies…’ Brian mutters, angrily, as James sits down, bowing his head in his knees.
He’s clearly in a lot of pain.
‘What?’ Frank yelps. ‘Fans did this? Did they push him over, or-’
‘It was an accident…’ James winces, as Brian walks over to inspect his injury.
‘We think.’ Brian says, gently turning his arm over. ‘Who knows what really goes through their minds?’
He has a point.
Everyone peers over to take a look.
Even I stand up, and walk over to see.
‘Ugh!’ Frank grimaces.
James’ wrist is badly swollen, and is slowly turning a soft tinge of blue.
‘It’s fine!’ he says, as we all recoil in disgust. ‘It’s probably just jarred-’
‘Yeah, that would explain the huge lump sticking out of it!’ growls Brian, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, as Ray grabs an icepack from the freezer, and throws it to him. ‘If that’s ‘just jarred’, I’ll eat Frank’s jacket.’
‘You’re on!’ says Frank at once, his face lighting up at the thought of Brian eating piece of his clothing.
Brian rolls his eyes.
‘Come on, you need to get to a hospital.’
‘No, really…I’m fine! I-’
‘You’re going, and that’s that!’ Brian says, firmly, grabbing James’ uninjured arm, and dragging him off the bus.

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Julia · 04-10-2008, 07:07 AM

Great update

Loved it.

*Slaps Gerard.* BE HAPPY.

xo.

Kriss · 04-10-2008, 07:38 AM

Great update

Poor Gee..But he should try to move on.

Stefi · 04-10-2008, 07:47 AM

great update wifey!
more soon?

*katelyn* · 04-10-2008, 07:51 AM

loved the update but nooo she can't get married!