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 Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 3:37 am
Gah, I want him to break up with Liza! But then there wouldn't be as much drama and drama is so much fun to read! Thank you for the double update, it made me happy. xd
Now maybe I'll actually *enjoy* going to my classes today. (not)
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 1:43 pm
Update time. . . sorry it's a bit short. Onwards:
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“Whose goddamn idea was it to make the sun so damn bright?” I croaked, my voice sluggish and sleep-laden as I raised my hands up to fend off the unforgiving rays. My curtains were still open from last night and I was immediately sitting upright, looking around. An all-too-familiar pair of hazel eyes watched me from a curtain of raven hair.
“That would be the sun’s goddamn idea…” Gerard answered groggily. He was in my bedroom… the awesomeness of those words finally struck me… he was in my bedroom… he’d slept in my bedroom. Holy…
“Last night… we didn’t…?” I asked at once. He blinked at me.
“You mean… oh, no… we didn’t,” he smiled, pinkening slightly and dropping his gaze. Breathing a sigh of relief, I looked down at the clothes I’d fallen asleep in last night. Phew. Still safely clinging to me. Moving to sit on the end of my bed, I stretched out, yawning, and immediately felt his arms around my waist.
“Guess what?” he asked playfully.
“Hm, what?” I replied with a smile.
“Today’s Saturday. What do you feel like doing?”
“I dunno, maybe we could stay in. I don’t feel like going anywhere…” I told him. I just didn’t want us going anywhere we’d be seen by Liza. Gerard pressed his forehead into where my shoulder and my neck joined, laughing quietly.
“M’kay. We’ll stay in… we could always rent a movie, maybe?”
“A movie sounds good… and we could eat ourselves into a popcorn-induced-coma…” I smiled.
“Deal,” Gerard planted a kiss on my neck before getting to his feet, “I should really shower first…” he looked questioningly at my door, as if asking where my bathroom was.
“Oh, it’s just down the hallway on your left. There should be towels and stuff in there…” I told him. He smiled gently in return and left, shutting the door softly behind him.
There was a knock at my door, and my mom’s voice echoed from the hall.
“Kathy, honey… can I come in?” she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she pushed her way in, watching me in that ‘parental’ way. “You didn’t tell me you had a friend staying over…” she said, making it a question. Her piercing eyes that seemed to read my mind told me that she knew.
“Uh…” I replied stupidly.
“Listen, sweetie, I know you’re at that age… but I just want you to be careful, okay?”
“Okay…” I said weakly. In all my sixteen years of life I’d been spared ‘The Talk’ with my mother. And she chooses now… of all times… to speak up.
“Good girl… can I ask who’s staying?”
“Uh… you wouldn’t know them…” I lied, just as the bathroom door opened and closed again, a bewildered Gerard pausing at my bedroom door, his gaze shooting between me and my mother, the only clue he’d showered was that his hair was hanging in wet strands around his face. He was, thankfully, fully clothed.
“Oh. Gerard…” Mom said bluntly, before breaking into a smile, “can I have a word with you outside?” What could she possibly want from him? Oh my god… my mother is so humiliating. Nonetheless, Gerard smiled uneasily and nodded in assent. She smiled and left the room, shutting them both out in the hallway. I sat on my bed for a while, cheeks burning, before flopping backwards, pulling a pillow over my face and letting out a muffled squeal of embarrassment. My hands found my duvet and pulled it over me, hiding myself completely. The pillow was warm over my already flushed cheeks, and after a while I pushed it away. After a while I heard the door open and footsteps cross my floor. The duvet was pulled gently away from my cooling face and I was met by the sight of an amused-looking Gerard.
“You can come out now…” he beamed. I sat up miserably, suddenly babbling.
“I’m sorry about my mother… she’s always like that. It’s not that I don’t love her, but she’s just protective and I’m sorry about anything she might’ve said… if you ignore her she tends to go away after a while… you can leave if you want to…” my voice tailed off at his nonplussed expression.
“I’m not gonna leave… she just wanted to know about some things… about Liza and how she’s pleased that you’ve found someone ‘suitable’… something like that…” he pinkened and I found myself giggling, quietly at first but growing hysterical. Clutching my sides I rolled onto my back, laughing like a madman. Looking up through tear-stained eyes I saw Gerard smiling, amused, before resting a hand on my hip.
“Kath… calm down… breathe… okay?” he laughed. I grew quiet and wiped at a tear, sighing.
“I’m sorry…” I found myself apologising. Gerard grinned, leaning down to press his lips to mine.
God, he was so perfect.
***
I don't know, but I'm quite proud of this chapter... it made me smile ^^
Maybe it's just me ninja
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 4:16 pm
OMG! Gerard in the bedroom! And the Talk! How embarrassing! Lol. Don't worry if its short! It was still something to read!
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 1:30 pm
Aw. It's cute. Although I think it's pretty stupid and mean of her to do exactly to her best friend what she never wants to happen to her again...
xp
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 12:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 5:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 11:14 am
I'm actually quite happy that I took some time off of writing. . . cause now I'm not actually getting any writer's block. It's great. So... UPDATE SOON! Promise. If not, you can all hunt me down and force me to update. Chaa... ninja
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:15 pm
Wooh! What did I say? Update!
***
“I don’t want today to end…” I sighed, laying back against the grass of my back yard, looking sideways to Gerard who’d done the same. His hands rested under his head, a satiated smile on his face. It was unusually warm for New Jersey at this time of the year… not that I was complaining. Gerard let out a short laugh and shut his eyes. I rolled onto my stomach, looking across at him, the sun playing on his features and glinting in his hair.
“Don’t your parents wonder where you are?” I asked.
“Nah, I told Mikey to make something up. He’ll deal with it…” Gerard murmured, eyes still closed. After a while he opened one eye to look at me with a grin. “You do realise I’m risking getting a suntan for you?” he teased. I smiled.
“We’ve only been out here for ten minutes…” I told him, pouting.
“I know, but I’m half-Italian… I tan easily…” he scowled playfully.
“Half-Italian? Really? That’s so cool…”
“Ah, it’s not bad,” he shrugged, grinning proudly. I pushed his hair from his face to see his hazel eyes. I found myself about to comment on them, but held myself back. I was in no mood to be embarrassed by my own tongue. Smiling fondly at him, I then rolled sideways onto my back, wedging myself next to him. He moved his hand from behind his head and tangled his fingers in my hair.
“You hungry?” I asked, twisting my head to look at him. He made a ‘so-so’ gesture and shrugged.
“A bit. Are you?” he replied.
“Starving,” I mused thoughtfully.
“Well then,” he grinned, clambering to his feet and pulling me up with him. “I make great grilled cheese sandwiches…” ((A/N: It’s actually a fact that Gerard makes good grilled cheese sandwiches; I read it in Kerrang… ninja ))
“Sweet,” I replied, smiling as he led me through my house and into my kitchen. After several minutes of questioning about where everything was, Gerard set about cooking. I sat myself on one of the surfaces, watching him dart around, his brow furrowed in slight concentration. He paused and waited for it to cook, staring stubbornly at the grill. With a slight smirk of triumph, he took out a plate and set the grilled cheese on it. I grinned, getting down from the marble surface and pulling out a knife and fork from a nearby drawer. Slicing off a corner, I put it in my mouth, chewed and swallowed it. He was watching me intently, as if awaiting my opinion with baited breath. I broke into a wide grin.
“That’s gotta be the best I’ve tasted,” I told him. His expression was that of someone who’d just mastered alchemy. Gerard sniggered and pecked my cheek lightly, to which I let out a slightly dreamy sigh.
***
“I’ve gotta go…”
“No you don’t… you could stay for a few more hours…”
“My parents’ll flip.”
“I’ll deal with them…” I let out a light giggle. The very image of me ‘dealing with’ his parents was funny in it’s own right.
“As much as I’d love to stay, and believe me; I would, I have to go…” Gerard replied helplessly.
“Can’t you just hang around for… half an hour?” I pouted, clinging desperately to Gerard’s hand with both of mine.
“Kath, don’t tempt me, or I will stay…”
“Good…”
“Damn it… that was meant to make you throw me out…”
“Aw, I’m sorry,” I smiled. “Okay, last kiss and then you can leave, okay?”
“Deal.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed me gently. Holding on for a few seconds, he then pulled away, hugging me. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah… be careful walking home…”
“I always am around here.”
“Well, then be doubly so. Promise?”
“Promise. See you tomorrow,” with that he left, closing my door gently behind him and leaving me to sigh, my head spinning.
***
The morning dawned misty, throwing New Jersey into a mysterious shroud of fog. I, on the other hand, was more cheerful than I could ever remember being in my life. Throwing on a pair of loose jeans and a slightly too-small top, I then addressed my mirror, pulling my make-up case towards me. Covering my eyelids lightly with a smoky grey shadow and outlining them with thick eyeliner, I gave my reflection a grin. My life felt so perfect. Everything felt so perfect. Even the small crack in the corner of my mirror was perfectly broken. Slipping my feet into a pair of battered black Converse, I laced them and then threw my backpack over my shoulder. I brushed my hair as I walked downstairs; thankfully I didn’t need to straighten it today as it was already perfect… this was a perfect day, and nothing was going to ruin it.
I left my house after saying a cheery goodbye to my bemused parents and stepped into the mist. The streets seemed so much more pretty when they were covered by fog… mainly because it covered the graffiti and homeless people. How sweet that even the weather chose to be perfect. The school loomed out of the mist, and I skipped through the entrance (succeeding in earning me slightly scared stares from some younger kids).
My first lesson was English. Perfect. I shared the lesson with Gerard… and Liza, but… well… I was the one who sat next to him, and Liza sat opposite us. She’d said that it was ‘so she could see into his eyes easier’. Ew… I wasn’t as hopeless as that, was I? This lesson was going to be weird.
Stepping into the room, I moved swiftly towards Gerard and Liza.
“Good morning all. How are you both today?” I sang. Liza raised an eyebrow, but Gerard grinned.
“I’m brilliant, thanks for asking Kathryn,” he returned in song. Whoa. I think I just heard an angel sing. He looked slightly unnerved in that Liza and I were both gaping at him.
“Sing something else…” I told him. He shook his head, somewhat abashed.
“Yeah, honey… I never knew you could sing so well…”
“I can’t really… you mean… you didn’t see me as Peter Pan in that middle-school production? I’m hurt…” he blushed, pouting. I went into a fit of giggles.
“Tights and everything?” I asked through gasps for air.
“Yeah…” he grinned. Liza and I both fell about laughing. He gave us a sad look, and I immediately felt bad.
“Aw, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it…” I gushed. He shook his head, smiling.
“Don’t worry, it was pretty hilarious.”
The bell rang obnoxiously, and we took our seats. I sent a subtle smile in Gerard’s direction and pulled out my exercise book and a pen. Liza had to turn slightly to see the board, and Gerard’s hand took full advantage of the situation and took mine, holding it under the table, out of view.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:29 am
Oh. Okay... *Feels unloved* gonk I shall just go and work on an update in my corner...
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 3:16 pm
Damn I thought there was an update.
I like your fanfictions, I read more than one. : D
So good luck and godspeed. x3
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Thy Fair Robin Goodfellow
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 11:53 am
And we have Chapter Nine! Enjoy!
***
I propped my chin up with my free hand, staring vacantly out of the window as my English teacher droned on. Something about JB Priestley? Sighing heavily, I watched as birds gathered on the playground, pecking at invisible crumbs on the pavement. I glanced towards Liza who glanced around at Gerard dreamily. He smiled weakly at her and I felt his grip on my hand weaken. The was a guilt-ridden twinge in my stomach. I was about to rip apart the sweetest couple I’d ever seen… I didn’t realise how well Liza and Gerard went together because I was too busy damning their relationship. But now I could finally step back and see what I could potentially ruin.
I had to end this.
***
I need to see you after class.
Ok, whereabouts?
Meet me behind the bike shed.
I’m likin’ where this is going…
Get your head out of the gutter, Gerard. I just need to talk.
Ok, I’ll see you there after class then.
I tore all evidence of the notes I’d passed discreetly to Gerard into minute pieces and scattered them on the floor under my chair. I was already preparing what I was going to say to him.
***
Where the hell was he? I had to walk past a huge group of jocks to get here, and he doesn’t even show up. I grumbled softly to myself, scuffing a shoe along the floor. Almost letting out a yelp as my vision was obscured by two hands I whirled around.
“Guess who?” Gerard said, slightly nervously. I drew myself up to full height.
“I can’t do this anymore. We both know it’s not fair on Liza, and I’m pretty sure we both feel terrible. I for one do. I know what it feels like to have the love of your life being with another girl, and it’s not a feeling I’d wish on anyone else. Ever.”
“What are you saying?” he said, he sounded so… numb.
“I’m saying… oh god, I’m so sorry… I’m saying, it’s over.”
“So… it’s Liza?”
“No… it’s the whole mess of it all, she loves you so much…”
“And don’t you?”
“Of course I do… but… I don’t want to sound childish, but she was there first…”
“I can end it with her…” his voice was quavering. I think I’d die inside if I saw him cry.
“No, honey… don’t do that to her…”
“But I don’t want her if it means I can’t have you,” he muttered. I was silent for a while, and looked away.
“I’ve gotta go. I have Science.”
“Kathryn, you can’t do this… it’s unfair…” I continued walking, hating myself fully. “I’ll get you back… I promise, I’ll ******** get you back,” the frailty of his voice had disappeared and now he sounded determined… fierce, “You know as well as I do that we’re meant to be together, and that’s how it’s going to be.” With that I quickened my pace and made my way to the Science block.
***
I’d spent the day avoiding both Gerard and Liza, and was now exhausted with looking over my shoulder. And now I’d have to walk home without them all seeing me. I left the school through the usual entrance and kept my head down as I walked.
“Kathryn?” I carried on walking, but stopped at the touch on my arm. It was only Mikey.
“Oh, hey, Mikes. I can’t walk with you guys tonight.”
“Why not? Is it Gee?”
“No. I just… can’t.”
“Is it me?”
“No…”
“Well then I can walk with you.” Geez, this kid was determined.
“I guess.” With that I resumed walking, slowing down slightly. I didn’t want Mikey having an asthma attack on me.
“So what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I muttered. I didn’t want to discuss it with him… no matter how smart he was. He pushed his round glasses up his nose and repeated his question, giving me a sceptical look. “Alright, suffice to say it’s your brother. Happy?”
“What’s he done?”
“It’s not what he’s done exactly…” before I knew it I was spilling out the whole story, as my pace slowed. “And so now he hates me…” Mikey gave me another look filled with scepticism.
“Do you have any idea how much he talks about you?”
“He… he talks about me?”
“Yeah. And I have to sit and listen to him… anyway, my brother is an extremely determined person… so I’d be warned…”
“I already am…” I smiled grimly, “I can be determined too, y’know.” We carried on walking in silence. I was too lost in my own thoughts to speak. We finally reached Mikey’s house, and I smiled down at him. “Thanks for listening.” With that, he smiled and waved, leaving towards his house. I was left to wander towards my own house.
***
I was surprised at the sight of a head of blonde hair waiting outside my front door for me.
“Kathryn! Haven’t you heard?”
“Heard what?” I asked warily.
“Someone’s completely wrecked Elliot Palmer’s house… smashed the front window and sprayed ‘******** get what they deserve’ over the door…”
“What the… ********?” my stomach sank. “Where’s Gerard?”
“He wasn’t in any lessons except English today… he might be ill. I’m just off round his house. Are you coming?”
“Nah, it’s okay. I think I’m coming down with something.” I didn’t wait for a reply and instead pushed my way through my front door.
What have you done, Gerard?
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 12:41 pm
Oh damn. :0
I really liked chapter nine, and crap I want more to read now.
I find it really good that she stayed loyal to her friend Liza.
But hey who knows how things'll work out, eh?
Hope you have a good time updating. :3
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Thy Fair Robin Goodfellow
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 1:09 pm
I've had a burst of creativity for some unknown reason and have completed chapter 10 O_O
I have way too much free time.
***
“What the hell have you done?”
“Listen, Kathryn, like I said, the ******** deserved it.”
“Gerard, you realise you could go to jail for this, right?” I didn’t actually know this. I just figured it might work as a scare tactic.
“So what? Then I wouldn’t be around to bother you, would I?”
“Gerard… have you been drinking?”
“No…” he exclaimed immediately, “…yes.”
“How much?”
“Uh… about… half a bottle?”
“Of what?”
“Vodka.”
“s**t… stay where you are. I’ll be over soon.”
***
I knocked on the Way door, pushing my way in as soon as Mikey answered.
“Kathryn… what are you doing here?”
“I need to see your brother,” with that, I stormed up the stairs and into Gerard’s pitch-black bedroom. I flicked on the light, making a lump on the bed groan and curl into a ball. I clambered over the laundry on the floor to his bed and took the bottle of clear liquid out of Gerard’s hand. “You a**! How could you do this to yourself? Do you have any idea how much damage-”
“Don’t ******** preach at me…”
“Don’t ******** talk to me like that!” I exclaimed. My answer was a drunken groan. “Sit up before you ******** choke on your own vomit… I can’t believe you’d do this!” I was almost at the point of tears, but I was too angry to cry. “I thought you were perfect. But no… you’re just a ******** drunk.”
“Well, newsflash! I’m not perfect!” Gerard pulled his sheets over his head as if attempting to hide.
“I ******** know that now, don’t I?”
“You don’t want me anyway…”
“I have never said that… and I’ve never even thought it for a second.”
“If you wanted me you’d still be with me… no matter what,” with that he burst into noisy, drunken tears. I was dumbfounded, and sat down beside his weeping form, letting him rest his head on my lap. I immediately felt bad about my inexplicable anger. His tears seeped through my jeans and he wrapped his arms around my waist, his nose pressing into my stomach. I did my best to hush him, but he just cried with more vigour. After several minutes of running my fingers through his long hair, he fell asleep on my lap, leaving me to move smoothly out from under him, laying his head on his pillow.
“I do want you, Gerard. More than you’ll ever have any idea of. But I want to boast about us… I want to walk down the street holding your hand, and I know that that will never be possible because, well, I’ve already said. And I know you wont even remember me saying any of this, but I suppose that’s best. You can’t know how much I want you, because if you did you’d either think I’m crazy or… well. I don‘t know. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, but it feels like if stop talking to you for a minute I wont ever get another chance because I can’t see you any more. So you have to understand that I love you. Even if it’s just my disembodied voice telling you through some kind of drunken haze… I’ve always loved you.”
***
I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to go back and see if he was okay and hadn’t swallowed his tongue or anything. I put him on his front, so he should be okay. If I’m honest, I’d say that it was just because I wanted to see him again. Even if he was still passed-out with vodka. I missed him already. How was I gonna be able to do this? I’d already tasted his lips… I couldn’t live without that. I was well and truly screwed.
***
I know it was short, but... oh well, right? I didn't want to force too much out of it.
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