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 Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 3:07 pm
Loving the double update today. :3
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Thy Fair Robin Goodfellow
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 4:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 10:27 am
Okies, here we have Chapter 12. Oh, and I've just realised that the title was out. *Updates*
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“Just talk to me… I’m really not in the mood for this, Kath,” the weary voice of Gerard Way followed me as I walked, attempting to lose him.
“Well judging on how much you drank last night, I can’t say you don’t deserve it.”
“Please, Kathryn.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“I’ll tell Liza.” I froze, whirling round.
“What? No… you can’t tell her…”
“I will. Just let me talk.”
“I’m not stopping you talking…”
“Alright. Kath… you’re the first girl I’ve ever felt like this towards. There’ve been plenty of ones that mean absolutely nothing to me, but you're different from every one of them. You’re so… flurg…” I raised a slightly offended eyebrow, planting my hands on my hips.
“Flurg?” I questioned, slightly coldly.
“Uh… it’s a long story, Y’see, when me and Mikey were little and we wanted to describe something that we couldn’t describe we’d call it ‘Flurg’…” he shrugged sheepishly, bowing his head. I could feel my resolve weakening. Now all he’d have to do is look up, a strand of hair hanging over one eye and look deep into my own. He spared me, and I shook my head.
“Well, seeing as no-one else has called me ‘Flurg’ before… Oh, stop it! I can’t see you and that’s that, okay? If Liza wasn’t my best friend and was just some girl I knew then I wouldn’t think twice about kissing you right now… but she’s been like a sister to me.”
“Well then don’t you think it’s better to tell her and then I can end it? I mean, I’m not exactly feeling all too great about being so very madly in love with another girl when I’m meant to be seeing her.”
“So very… madly?… ********; I said, stop it! It’s hard enough as it is to say no… what with your cherub-face and… and… devil’s hair and…”
“You can stop talking, if you want…” Gerard told me gently. I nodded gratefully and turned to carry on walking.
“I’ve already told you that we’re going to be together…”
“I know…”
“Well, we are. And I’ll make sure of it,” this time he sounded more cheerful… as if he were just promising me an amazing Christmas present. If only.
***
I arrived home for the evening, yawning. To my surprise my mom was standing at the top of the stairs, a small box and a bunch of flowers in her hands.
“This arrived for you this morning, by the way…”
“W-who’s it from?”
“It came with an envelope, but I didn’t want to open it.” Liar. She handed me the blood-red envelope and I tore it open. Inside was a blank card. Blank aside from the scrawled lettering.
‘You know it’s the right thing to do. --G oxoxo’ I shook my head. It would take more then flowers and chocolates to change my mind… I hope.
***
Sitting alone on my bed, I looked across at the flowers which had found their way into a vase and onto my dressing table. Smiling vaguely to myself, I moved over to my record-player, changing the Iron Maiden record for a Smashing Pumpkins one, my smile widening as Tonight Tonight filtered into my bedroom.
Time… is never time at all…you can never ever leave… without leaving a piece of youth.
I laid back on my pillow and sighed, letting the music lull me into a light sleep. I jerked awake as the door to my bedroom jerked open and a grinning Liza Hartley appeared.
“Your mom said I could come up… are you okay? I mean, you’ve been like, uber-quiet today,” she asked, moving to sit beside me on my bed.
“I’m fine,” I mused, turning down the music.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked.
“’Course,” I replied, still distant.
“I think Gerard’s gonna dump me.” There was a thick, heavy silence, which I finally broke.
“How do you know?”
“He’s just been really… zoned out lately. God, Kath, I wouldn’t know what to do if he dumped me…”
“He… he won’t…” was all I could say. I looked up, suddenly focused as tears started falling from my best friend’s clear blue eyes.
“But what if he does? He’s the only guy who’s ever liked me… do you have any idea what that feels like?” she said, her voice growing in desperation. I patted her shoulder unconvincingly, feeling my insides wrench.
“I have some idea…”
“Then can you speak to him for me? Don’t tell him I asked you to, but… just drop some hints…”
“I…” I made to protest but clamped my lips shut, my head nodding.
“Thanks… I’ve gotta go, my mom’s expecting me back…” she gave me a quick humourless smile and left. I was alone to roll back on my bed, pulling a pillow over my face and screaming into it so hard tears sprung to my eyes. Finally tossing it away, I ignored my phone as it suddenly began ringing.
“Kathryn, get down here!” the irritated voice of my father sounded from downstairs, and I clambered for the door.
“What?” I yelled from it.
“Get down here…” he repeated, his voice growing louder. I tentatively moved down the stairs, shutting my bedroom door behind me.
“What is it?”
“This just arrived through the door for you…” he thrust a piece of paper and a torn-open envelope at me.
“You opened it?” I asked, growing annoyed. I hated people reading my things.
“Yes, I opened it. As long as you’re still living in my house, young lady, I have the right to read your mail.” With that, I turned and made my way upstairs again, slamming my bedroom door shut. My gaze then returned to the piece of notepaper. On it, scrawled in a vaguely familiar hand, I recognised the form of a poem. I sat heavily on my bed, reading it.
‘Hand in mine, into your icy blues,
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running
But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold
But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every...
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
As lead rains, will pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning
Forever, and ever
Know how much I want to show you you're the only one
Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun
And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever’
Staring down at the handwriting on the note, I let go, watching as it fluttered to my bedroom floor. I seized the now-silent phone, dialling the number that I had now drummed into my memory. The number that was still written in the back of my art book.
“Gerard,” I said as he answered.
“Kath!” he exclaimed, “what’s up?”
“I wanna know why the hell y-you sent me that poem…” my voice was trembling, still in shock from the sheer beauty of those words.
“I just wrote how I feel…” he sounded hurt, “but… I don’t send my poetry to just anyone… I keep it locked in a box.”
“I…” I mouthed the final words, unable to speak them… love you
“What was that?” he asked.
“I… need to see you.”
***
Yeah... don't ask me why I put the lyrics to Demolition Lovers in it. I was just listening to it as I was writing this. ninja
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 11:54 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 4:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 4:58 am
Argh, love it!!
Update soon! whee
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 1:53 pm
Update sooon xd
I'm addicted. Loveloveloveloveloveit.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 11:34 am
Oooh, just a short one for ye all. Haven't had much time lately. Urgh... damn school... damn stress... damn social phobia. Anywho... enough about that. Here's chapter 12.
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My knuckles tapped quietly on the wooden door of the Way house. It was immediately jolted open and the slightly nervous smile of Gerard Way greeted me through the small gap. He then appeared all the way out of the door and shut it behind him.
“I’m grounded…” he muttered, casting a wary glance back to the door, “what did you want to see me for?” I cast around my mind momentarily for the words, and suddenly they all came spilling out.
“Gerard, I’ve been stupid… and I don’t mean any ‘pushing-doors-that-say-pull’ kind of stupid… I’ve been… astronomically stupid. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, even if it is completely wrong to feel like this about you. I know I might be about to throw away the best friendship I’ve ever had… but, ********, Gerard. I can’t stop thinking about you…” I offered him a helpless half-smile, and he took both my hands.
“We could leave… I’ve always hated this place…”
“G-Gerard, we’re sixteen… that… that’s illogical.”
“I know… maybe that’s just what this relationship is doing to me…” he smiled weakly, pushing back my hair with a gentle hand.
“We can’t keep this up… we have to tell her…” I found myself whispering.
“I know,” Gerard agreed with a nod of his head, sending strands of his hair down to cover his gently rounded face. I smiled in spite of myself, my eyes locking onto his. “Kath…”
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you?” he asked simply. I gave him a smile and slipped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. I thousand memories of childhood games with Liza… of crying in the school toilets with her when Melanie Phibbs had pulled my hair when I was ten… of watching her fall steadily in love with the guy I was now kissing… all flitted to the surface of my mind… I was ready to let go for him. Ready to break a heart to save my own… and I hated myself for it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 11:44 am
Yay! this was awesome even if it was a little short but it was still un update and I'm happy about that! Please update soon!
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 5:48 pm
its 2am.
i just read the whole thing start to finish
and to be honest
you made me cry with that
iwant that inenstiy in a relationship with someone
especially if its someone as perfect as gerard. gonk
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 12:33 pm
“Liza, we need to talk…”
“Liza, there’s something I need to tell you…”
“Liza… I’m madly in love with your boyfriend.”
Every single opening to the conversation I knew I had to have with my best friend seemed too clichéd. She’d hate me. I couldn’t take the thought of it, so I shut off my thoughts, focusing solely on the lyrics of the gentle song that was playing from the record player beside my bed. It was 3am. I really ought to be sleeping right now, but despite my efforts, I couldn’t slip off. Anyway… I knew I’d probably only dream about the two people that meant everything to me. I couldn’t have both of them, though. It was one or the other… God, that sucks. Once more I found myself trapped within my own head. The bed sheets seemed suffocating, and I threw them away, sitting up and placing my cool hands over my eyes. With a heavy sigh, I moved over to my open window, pulling open the curtains and embracing the cool night breeze that rushed past my burning face. Another sigh tumbled from my lips, and I shut my eyes in an attempt to transport myself away from this mess. For one blissful moment the world seemed to fit and everything was going to be okay. Then the illusion of perfection shattered and left me standing, shivering slightly, by my open window. Pushing it shut, I returned to my bed and slept.
***
My head seemed to be clearer as I woke at half past six. I rubbed the sleep that clogged my eyes and took in a lungful of air. A shower and a coffee later, I was thinking even clearer, like a prisoner heading to the gallows. A sort of calm acceptance had overcome the panic and as I swung my schoolbag over my shoulder and began the journey to school, I didn’t even jump when I heard too familiar voices, just turned and gave the Way brothers a quick smile.
“Hey…” I greeted, feeling Gerard’s hand move to the small of my back as we walked. The steady pulsation of dread began once more in my mind, growing steadily with every step we took nearer to Liza’s house. I turned to bolt, but Gerard was there to stop me.
“We have to do this,” he told me firmly, and I found myself nodding, although it was doubtful. Finally we arrived at her front door and Gerard knocked. She appeared, flustered and tearful, dressed entirely in black. Either this was a bold new look for her, or something was up.
“I… I’m not coming in today…”
“What is it?” I asked, anxiety threatening to bubble over into my voice.
“My… my Aunt Marie died…” she whimpered, fresh tears spilling from her clear blue eyes. I’d met her Aunt Marie on various occasions, and felt myself sharing a fraction of her grief.
“W-what happened?” I asked.
“It was a car accident… she was hit by a truck…” Liza sobbed, wiping at her eyes. She held her hands out to Gerard, and he hugged her, completely dumbstruck… lost for words. I watched helplessly as she wept into his shoulder, almost feeling dizzy. I shot Mikey a look, and he returned me a ‘hang in there’ sort of grimace. I don’t know why, but he seemed to be paler than usual… maybe he was coming down wi- oh, right. Off-topic. Sniffing, Liza pulled away from Gerard as her, equally tearful, mother called her. “I have to go…” with that, she shut the door. We left without her and began walking slowly to school.
“We can’t tell her now…” I told Gerard weakly, clinging to his hand.
“I know. So when can we?” he asked, frustration apparent in his voice.
“When she’s stopped grieving…” I replied carefully.
“That can take months, Kath. I can’t wait that long…” he pushed back his hair impatiently.
“Gerard, we can’t tell her now,” I found myself repeating, and he nodded, slightly reluctantly. Mikey piped up, and I realised that we’d forgotten about his presence.
“Uh, Guys, can you argue about this some other time?” he asked nervously. I smiled grimly and nodded, returning my attention to Gerard.
“So what lessons do you have today?”
***
“That was the slowest day of my life,” Gerard stated bluntly on meeting me in the usual place, “and apparently Mikey was sent home ill by the nurse…”
“Oh…” I replied, feeling myself smile gently as he slipped his arm around my waist and we began to walk. His hand slipped into the pocket of my jeans, just over my hip, causing me to pulled close to him. I felt so safe walking beside him… I knew he’d protect me against anything. He’d proved that with Elliot’s front door. “I missed you today,” I mused quietly.
“I missed you too,” he grinned, fixing his eyes on the road ahead. “And once we tell Liza everything will be better.”
“I know. I’ll feel… less guilty,” Gerard stopped abruptly, freeing his hand from my pocket and pulling away.
“You feel guilty about us? About me?” he asked, hurt.
“Of course I do…” I replied, “well… not about us. Guilty about Liza.” Gerard made to protest, but closed his mouth, smiling nonetheless.
“I’m sorry if I’m a little pissy lately…” he said darkly, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“I’ll love you whatever, Gerard. I promise.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 1:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 11:55 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 8:30 am
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