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Oh, wow. I have one of the worst cases of writer's block in the history of the universe. I'm sorry. The next chapter will be out sometime this week, if we're lucky.

Did you draw that?

Interesting...right down to the sideburns.

Hey, since I'm a needy bugger and am also broke, you think you could scan a couple of the drawings from the Ltd. Ed. BP? xd

Yes, fuzzy boxes are fun.
Okay, guys, here's chapter 26. I guess we're pretty lucky!

While he drew, I finished straightening up his and the rest of the guys' rooms. When I was done, I came back to his room. He was adding the finishing touches. I sat down next to him on his bed and looked over his shoulder at the drawings. There were about six drawings of men in black marching band costumes. Some had black hair, and some had white hair. They all looked a little like Gerard, except the last one, who looked like Mikey. Then there was a sketch of a women with a black marching band outfit with a black mask on. There was a woman with two buns on top of her head. She had a gas mask on, had a big poofy skirt, and next to her was the name, 'Mother War.' Then there was a man, bald- he had a hospital gown on, and an IV filled with blood stuck in his right arm. He had a lost and desperate look on his face. "The Patient?" I asked, pointing. Gerard nodded and added some color to the patient's hospital gown. For some reason I can't explain, I was filled with remorse, sorrow, and sympathy for Gerard. I quickly put my arms around his shoulders and hugged him close. He put down his sketch book and hugged me, too. We stayed like that for a while.
The next day, while I was vacuuming to stay occupied, Mikey snuck up behind me and jumped on me. Freaked out of my mind, I turned off the vacuum. "Oh my God, Mikey, what is it?" "We have a song for you to listen to!" He climbed on my back. "Well, I'm glad to see that you're feeling better enough to annoy the crap out of me again." He laughed. "I just took my medicine. Now go! Go go go!" He kicked his ankles to my sides and as I carried him to the 'band room' as I liked to refer to it as, I said crossly, "I'm not a horse, hon. Don't kick me or else." "Or else what?" When we got inside the room, I threw him off my back. "Or else that." Rubbing his butt, he stood up. "Fine, Miss Meanie-poo. Here, sit down and have your mind be blown." "What?" "We're going to blow your mind." "Oh, okay." I sat down in the chair that he pulled up for me. They all set up, and Ray began to play. By the way he was using an acoustic guitar instead of an electric, and the way he was playing it, I could tell that it was a slow song. "This is a song that will affect a whole lot of people," Gerard said, "And it's dedicated to you, Gwen." He gave his sweet smile and I couldn't help but grin back. "It's called Cancer." Then he began to sing.
"Turn away. If you could get me a drink of water, 'cause my lips are chapped and faded, call my aunt Marie. Help her gather all my things. And bury me in all my favorite colors, my sisters and my brothers still. I will not kiss you. 'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you. Now turn away. 'Cause I'm awful just to see. 'Cause all my hairs abandoned all my body. Oh, my agony. Know that I will never marry. Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo, but counting down the days to go- it just ain't living! And I just hope you know that if you say goodbye today, I'd ask you to be true. 'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you. 'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you."
When he finished, I couldn't speak. He had gotten the emotions down exactly. The descriptions and explaintations of cancer in the song fit it perfectly, like he was actually going through chemo. To my intense embarrassment, tears began to overflow and run down my cheeks. "Guys," I said, putting my head in my hands, "That was beautiful." Mikey rushed to me, catching me in a big hug. "We didn't want you to feel sad. We just wanted to do something nice, since your mom had cancer." I nodded, trying to regain my composure. "I have to go email my mom." I said, and rushed off to the living room to get to my laptop.

yeah...I actually started crying when I was writing it.

Oh, and I added a bit more to the end.

same...


STUPID F*CKING CANCER! IT SHOULD JUST GO AND FALL DOWN A DEEP DARK WELL, THE STUPID F*CKING SH*T!

*ahem* yeah...

IN A BAJILLION TRILLION YEARS! BWAHAHAHAHA!

but seriously, I dunno. Um, either tonight or tomorrow. Right now I'm kinda tired, so it's most likely tomorrow.

I'm almost done the next chapter!