I heard Gerard grunt and reach for his wallet - I tried to stop him, but it was useless as he shook my hand off and peeled off a few bills. I peeked from my hiding place - a few twenties. It wouldn't even make a dent. He shoved it at them, and they took it.
I think... I think my heart kinda... 'sploded then. I was so fucking cute.
Gerard sighed. "Mom, I hope you realize that I graduated an art school. I am a hermit, mother. I don't... Go out."
HE SAYS GO OUT LIKE IT'S SOMETHING FOREIGN TO HIM.
and yes. these are all what I said on AIM, but people don't really have to know. :file:
and and and. I'm seriously gonna cry when Gerard get's hooked on coke.
“I’m not a sex offender, I’m a freelancing artist.” Lmfao, I love it. This is a really good story! Why isn't anyone commenting?! Jeez. Anyway, I like the way you described Gerard's house. More when you can.
Well it was a good one, I need to reread it now because I forgot the middle part -.- Fail.
More when you can!