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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 2:58 pm
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 8:35 pm
What she said.
Audience: Sing the- Me: Dammit, shut up!
I actually drew a picture of the audience. heh. I'll show youse peoples later.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 10:20 pm
I'm about to go insane. I'm hearing a song I like on the radio and I don't know what it's called. Anyways, here's the update.
Chapter 2
Over a period of maybe… three months, I got most of the words down. I still spoke French more fluently. I’ve become very close friends with Gerard and Mikey. Either they’re at my house or I’m at their house every day and during summer vacation I visited Mom
~Time skip~ ~Uhhhh… Graduation~
It’s graduation. I stay at Belleville, New Jersey. Dad wanted to move. Since I was 18, I told him I wanted to live at Belleville still. I still call him and stuff. I took my gown and cap. My dress was a blue sundress. It had strings in the back that cress-cross like shoelaces. It had strings that held it on my shoulders that cress-cross. Gerard was sitting all the way toward the end of the line and I was somewhere in the middle. I almost started crying in the middle of the ceremony. After the ceremony, my dad hosted a party for me and even invited Mom. They fought like usual. Gerard, Mikey, and I sat at a table and discussed what we (me and Gerard) were going to do with our lives now. “I was thinking about going to art school.” Gerard spoke first, breaking the awkward silence. “That would be a good idea. It’s just what job are you going to get afterwards?” I replied. Mikey nodded in agreement. “I would get a job as a cartoonist I guess.” He answered. “Yeah. I’m gonna go to USC.” “Wait, which one?” Mikey pondered. He didn’t want me to go way to far. “University of South Carolina.” I replied. “Aww… Can’t you go to the State University?” Mikey complained. I sighed and shook my head, “I guess, Mikey. I have to send a application to State.” Gerard started to welled up, “How ‘bout we go out to dinner?” Did I mention that I was going out with Gerard? “Can I come?” Mikey blurted out. “We’ll go out tomorrow with Lizzie, ok? Just me and her tonight.” We had pet names like Gee and Lizzie because everyone used are full names. So Gerard and I used Gee and Lizzie. “Je t'aime.” Gee said to me before he stuck his hand out in front. ((You have to guess what it. If you’re right, you get some avi art done by me.)) “Je t'aime, aussi.” I replied. I gripped his hand tightly knowing we would have to break up and got up and danced. Later that night, we went to dinner at my favorite restaurant. “Gerard?” “Yeah?” He replied. “Where are we going to take this?” I questioned him. It was a very good question in matter of fact. “I was thinking that we would break it off tonight.” “That’s what I was thinking, but I really don’t want to.” I pleaded. Eventually, the food came. Japanese. I wasn’t Japanese. I knew I was a full-blooded French person. Not that my mom and dad knew each other before, I knew Mom was full-blooded French. She told me last summer. And Dad told me when I was about ehh… about thirteen or fourteen years old. “I know. We can still keep in touch, but can’t continue a relationship.” I nodded my head in agreement. “I understand.” We finished our meals in silence. Afterwards, I went home and sat on the roof looking over Belleville. Thinking, just thinking. Not sleeping, not crying. Just thinking. “Gerard, what are we going to do? I don’t want to break up, but we can’t continue a relationship.” I whispered to myself. To my surprise, he was standing right behind me. I gave his mom a key. I remember I had locked the doors. I heard his light breathing. I froze still.
(Gerard’s POV)
I watched her as she just sat there and talked to herself. For some strange reason, I found it comforting. ‘Only if you knew.’ I thought. I walked away. She must have heard my footsteps. “GeeGee, only if you knew.” I froze in my tracks. I felt… weird. Like this weird force going through my body. She walked toward me. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I was really frozen in my tracks. “Are you ok? Gee?” She walked in front of me and I was able to embrace her at least. “Do you have to leave tomorrow? After we go out to eat with Mikey?” I asked. “Sorry, Gee. I’m staying in New Jersey at least. I’ll give you the number to my room. If I’m not there, try my cell like normal.” “Je t'aime.” I whispered in her ear. “Je t’aime, aussi.” She answered. ((It’s not that hard to answer trust me.))
You know the drill. Comment!
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 2:50 am
They said I love you and I love you too, in french! It's one of the only words I can remember. xd Does that mean I get avy art? I'm not bothered if I don't.
Update soon. heart
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 9:04 am
Ding ding ding. We have a winner.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 9:58 am
Continue on....
Little Tip: This chapter sort of sounds like an ending of a story.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:07 am
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:12 am
Thanks. *snaps fingers and gives thumbs up* I'm always looking for ways to improve.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:20 am
I feel like I've helped today. ^^
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 12:12 pm
Look Zodiac, you made Alex happy! 4laugh
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 12:20 pm
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 12:30 pm
Another chapter for my loyal fans.
Chapter 3
Elizabeth POV
Well, Gerard and I had broken up that night, sadly. I went to the State University, visiting Mikey every other weekend because most of his friends were busy. After he graduated high school, we didn’t talk to each other. Now, I’m stuck in my dorm for the rest of college. After a few years of College, I started working for Cartoon Network. I was a secretary. I wasn’t pay a lot, but maybe at the most fifteen dollars an hour. It kind of bounced between ten and fifteen dollars an hour. I heard from one of the directors of the board that Gerard was supposed to come in. He came in kind of late. I noticed him and removed my name card thing in front. He walked toward me; “I’m here for a meeting about my cartoon.” I pointed toward the seats in a line. “Thank you.” He has definitely gotten skinnier and so much cuter. “By the way, have I met you before?” Being weird me, I showed him the name thing ((Which I don’t know what it’s called)). He backed up into the board directors. “Mr. Way would you please follow me.” He followed them, staring at me. After maybe about fifteen-twenty minutes, he came out and walked toward my desk. “Lizzie, how ya been?” He asked me being very friendly. “Good. How ‘bout you? We haven’t talked in almost forever,” I sighed. I had made more friends than just Gerard and Mikey. I have Katie who’s at home on maternity release. She was married to a guy named Ray Toro. ((Ray is married, people. Deal with it.)) Rose. She works over in the higher parts of the corporation. “Yeah. I was thinking about you not too long ago. I thought that I should make a band because I wrote this one song, “Skylines and Turnstiles”. It’s about September 11th.” He handed me this piece of paper with words and a treble staff with notes on it. “Wow. These lyrics are really good. You have another talent.” I emphasized. “Yeah. You know a guy named Ray Toro?” “Yeah. That’s Katie’s husband.” “Yeah. He’s guitar and Matt Pelissier is drums.” He finished. I handed the lyrics back to him. “Who’s bass?” I pondered out loud. “Mikey.” “Well, I guess you’re set.” “Yeah. Umm… Keep an eye out for tour dates. Ok?” I nodded and got back to work. I gave him my cell phone number and he left.
During the next couple of years, I went to a couple of their shows, and I thought that their name ‘My Chemical Romance’ was pretty catchy. Every once in a while, Gerard called. We couldn’t keep in touch too much because he was very busy. The last show I was at, I got backstage pass because of him. He asked me if I wanted to come on tour with him. I wanted to, but what about my clothing and stuff in my apartment? “Yeah, but before you guys leave, can I stop at home and get my stuff like clothing and some other essential nescidys.” They all shook their heads. I forgot to meantion that they got a new guitarist. His name is Frank. I must say he’s fairly cute. I ran home as in taxi. I got my clothes, toothbrush, brush, make-up, cell phone, purse, etc. I came back with a luggage to heavy for my arms to carry, so I rolled it. “Ok. When you guys are ready to go.” I got onto the bus and checked out the unused bunks. I took the one next to Gerard, but above Mikey. “Thanks. I have to ask. Is this for as long as I’d like or only for the summer?” “For as long as you’d like.” Gerard answered first. “What about food?” “Tooken care of.” Ray announced. “Can I just stay with you guys like forever? I could be you personal assistant or something. I can help the roadies.” “Sure.” Frank answed in uninterest. “Yay!” I jumped up and down. I tackled which I believe was Frank.
Again another completed chapter.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 12:36 pm
Oooh, awesome. heart More please.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 12:39 pm
Hmmmm... starting to sound like Be My Saviour.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 12:42 pm
Ahhhh!!!! I'm not trying to!! I'm gonna add another band. If you can guess who it is, you'll get free avi art. I'll give you three hints.
Hint #1: They have a hott bassist.
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