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 Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 5:41 pm
AN: I'm just hoping that there are people who are fans of this pairing because it's sad to see these two fighting. Also if you're not a fan just don't comment I don't need bashing please and thanks. Let me know what you think.
The Best, a Gerard Way / Bert McCracken bandfic
He just dips his head, thinking. Finally the smirk comes back to his face and my heart breaks as it watches him return to himself - his old self, the one that I missed, the one that gave snide remarks; “so, you missed me then?” He asked as I reached out to touch him he pulled away, almost danced out of reach as if he were taunting me - rubbing in that I was aching for him. “You did, didn’t you?” I’m glaring at him, he comes as close as he can manage to me, his breath hot on my neck, his fingers against my cheek. “And you still haven’t gotten used to that feeling, ‘eh ********?” He asks, I brought my arm up and made as if to touch him but he just laughed and danced out of my reach, turning so that he was facing the door.
He had managed to find the pack of cigarettes that I had been hiding - not only from him but from myself, flipping it open he pulled one out and held it between his lips. He knew I was watching as he pulled out his own lighter, flicking it with his thumb and holding the flame up to the end of the cigarette. Two sloppy smoke rings floated towards me, breaking up against my face, “I would’ve expected you to be used to it.” He said, the words nearly incoherent as he tried to keep the cigarette in his mouth while talking. There was a pause, leaving me to wonder why he came back, why he always did come back. “So where did you go?” Reduced to groveling, reduced to the submissive - the addicted, the begging. This was the script now, the part we had rehearsed over and over; which played in my head - the private screening on the inside of my lids. “Out,” He said, exhaling more smoke before flicking the ashes from the cigarette into the sink, all the while staying out of my reach. “With who?” I would always ask, even though I never wanted to know - he knew this torture, his favourite torture.
“Nobody -”
“-special.” I cut him off to finish the sentence. This wasn’t good, his doll was not supposed to talk without being asked. He cleared his throat - restraining himself, the spit was there I knew it was. “That’s right, not you love,” The length in ‘you’ and the tone in ‘love’ cut right through me, sliced down to the bone as if there was an X that marked the spot. The ball was back in his court, and he had the coin for this doll, control was his b***h once more and he had her right where he wanted her.
I was standing, speechless watching him as he put out the cigarette on the end table and left it there, now I needed one.
The words were on my tongue, the finishing act, the end of the script but they wouldn’t come. He was currently lighting another cigarette, his lips pursed as his practiced hands couldn’t quite get the lighter to work. He swore, threw the lighter - it landed at my feet and I could tell he was almost finished with me, if he was it wouldn’t have missed its target. I could tell he was itching for his liquor, of which his never-ending intoxication could always use a bottle or two. He turned back to me, I could feel him ripping out the stitches that I had so carefully sewn, this doll’s well-worn and needs its mending.
“Well, I must be off Doll, kiss me goodbye.” He said, a sentence that would usually be full of love - a favourite phrase of the newlyweds. Now it was full of menace, full of sarcasm as he grabbed my shoulders and brought me in for a kiss.
Then he grabbed the pack of cigarettes and gave me a signature ‘********’ look and didn’t bother to close the door quietly – he was gone.
I looked down, walked towards the desk and picked up the cigarette I knew he had left me, and just held it for a minute.
I wasn’t about to admit that it was the best kiss he’d ever given me.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:05 pm
<3 really good! Was that a one shot or is there gunna be more?
I'm hoping bert was the one that left, no names were used, so I just guessed sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:20 pm
I'm with Devyn, I'd rather be mad at Bert than Gee. But watevs, it's freaking awesome and I love it lots and wants lots of updates!
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 4:18 am
Oh! Yeah Bert was the one that left, I'm glad you guys figured it out, it was supposed to be left up to the reader. And I think ( since you insist ) that I will post more but it might be slow because I hadn't considered writing anymore for this one. So bare with me!
thanks
xx.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 6:38 pm
just to give you guys a timeframe... I have exams this week and next and rehearsals so I probably won't get anything done atleast until Febraury. sorry. I'm working on writing during my breaks but I have school 9am till 3pm then rehearsals after school until 6pm then I have to study. ack shoot me noww. DX
kk
xx
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 6:41 pm
Cool, BERT LEFT ^^ haha *huggles gerard* "ish okayy gerard, I love you"
Good luck on exams && rehersals.
I'll wait if there is more.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 2:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 5:12 pm
gerard, looks like your berts B****
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 5:25 am
I hate Bert anyway...something about him that bugs the crap out of me.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 5:10 pm
That was great. I loved it. I happen to enjoy Gerard/Bert pairings. They were such cute best friends...I wish they still were. I always love updates to stories, but I also think that this one would be great even if you left it as is. I'll check back soon.
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