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Post by blackxheart on Dec 23, 2006 20:22:31 GMT -5
*blink*
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Post by The amazing DEATHONASTICK© on Dec 23, 2006 20:24:24 GMT -5
Wowww.. O.O
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blackxheart
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??? Life Is But A Dream For The Dead ??? Mikey_Way_Is_Love ???
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Post by blackxheart on Dec 23, 2006 20:36:15 GMT -5
wooootage! Im hyper at 25 to 2 in the morning lol
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Post by The amazing DEATHONASTICK© on Dec 27, 2006 12:14:02 GMT -5
Heheh. I'm bored.
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Post by blackxheart on Dec 28, 2006 6:06:43 GMT -5
now it like 11 but im tiredy .... I jus got up =P We need more fanfics usedmcrjunkie!!!!!
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Post by Zombii Junkie SixSick6 on Jan 1, 2007 16:16:53 GMT -5
More for you spaz-acious people! ---------------------------------------- I had to tell the girls everything about my time with Gerard. When we made it home Gerard called me again. God was he persistent! I could tell he was even drunker than when I'd first seen him. "Hey sweet cheeks, how about coming back here and I'll get you a few drinks?" he said in a drunken, suave tone. "How about no?" I said seriously "Oh, C'mon baby! You come here, then you can come back to my place and we can… hang-out, or whatever you'd like to do." He tried, he was ready for me to accept, but he wasn't prepared for what I was really going to say. "You know what I'd like?" I said in a seductive tone. There was a silence but I knew I had his attention. "I'd love to-" "I knew you'd give in." he said as though he'd won. "Yeah! Then you woke up!" I laughed hanging up the phone. I tossed it onto the couch and walked to the kitchen where Vivia and my sister were.
Gerard wasn't too happy about being rejected by such an adorable little vixen like Melinda, and slammed down another beer before he called again. No answer. Now he was pissed. He was a famous, sexy, rock star; he had a voice that was to die for, was in a band, and could get any girl he wanted. So why wasn't this one cooperating? He knew she wanted him. She couldn't resist him, no woman could. Ray came over from where he was hiding in the corner and slapped Gerard lightly on the shoulder. "Why aren't ya leaving with that little fire cracker?" He inquired as if she was just another girl and he didn't know her. "She's a stubborn one. I'll get her soon enough." He gulped down the last bit of beer, then left.
I was proud of my rejection and told Vivia and Laurel about it all. But I was a little worried about not being able to come up with new material to place on Gerard. The girls said I'd be fine. "You're a smart ass. It comes natural, you'll be fine." My sister informed me before answering her cell phone. "Yeah, it's me…What you want Melinda for?....Oh." She covered the receiver of the phone and told me to start answering my phone, then went back to the conversation with the person on the other line. "No, she's alright…Oh he is?...Well don't tell him where Mellie-….oh, alright." She handed me the phone. I looked at it awkwardly before taking it. "Hello?" I answered. "Mellie? Glad you're home safe, and start paying attention to your phone I called seven times! Tell me how things actually went with Gerard. I'm at his house and he won't tell me anything. He's pretty upset that a girl rejected him." It was Bob, I figured he'd call. "Hi, Bob. I left my phone on the couch and can't hear it from here. Sorry!" I then explained every detail to him. "He needs to keep his hands off of you, I should tell him to-" "No, Bob. Then he'll get suspicious and ruin everything. Just chill out… See this is why I didn't call you in the first place! I knew you'd over react!" I was a little mad. "Sorry, well we'll talk later okay, Mellie Mellow?" He then hung up before I could say goodbye. Oh well, he used his nickname for me. He wasn't mad or anything like I first thought. The Next night I was a little nervous. My sister was talking to me as if she were our mother. A very odd thing to see considering she never acted that way. I seriously wanted to ask her what her problem was, and who shoved a bug up her ass. I didn't though because I knew she'd only fall deeper into her motherly spasm. I couldn't find Vivia, and Bob wasn't answering his phone, the hypocrite. ------------------------------------ Hope you likey! <3 <3
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Post by The amazing DEATHONASTICK© on Jan 1, 2007 16:22:50 GMT -5
YAY! U gots some talent there, meh fren'.
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Post by gerardismyvenom on Jan 3, 2007 14:42:58 GMT -5
wow you wrote this one a long time ago...i know because i read it and i helped edit it times....i think i still have rough drafts in my inbox on my yahoo mail.....that's sad....BUT I STILL LOVE THIS STORY!!! WOOT!!!
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Post by blackxheart on Jan 4, 2007 12:47:19 GMT -5
Wow ... I totally agree with deathonastick (^.^)
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Post by Zombii Junkie SixSick6 on Jan 4, 2007 20:31:32 GMT -5
This really isn't my best one. The first one i wrote is crazy good, mostly because of my description or Gerard, very well thought out i think. And my second one is becoming fantastically long and great. It's getting really good. But i only have a few parts typed, so it only makes sence if you're me and you know what's going to happen and when! ha ha! Here's more for you my pretties! A note before i add more, i wrote this story because i was tired of myself and others portraying Gerard as a sweet,gental human being (which he prolly is) and not an asshole ;D i needed to shake things up with htis story! ONWARD! ------------------------------------------------ When I met Gerard at the bar, he was very grabby. I ended up slapping him across the face when his hands went directly for my chest. "Don't you even think about it!" I demanded furiously. He raised his eyebrows. He was now more attracted to me than ever. "Alright, I get it. No free reign over your body." He got closer to me, his nose touching mine. "That doesn't mean you don't have free reign over mine." He smiled deviously. I just rolled my eyes. The night went on much the same after that. When he offered, I rejected his offer to come home with him until another date. And on the next I did the same, as for the next, and the next, and the next. He stopped asking so often, and right when he saw me. He was just starting to see that not all women wanted to sleep with him. On the last date I accepted. I had to at some point. He took me to a quiet house. A little too quiet, especially for Gerard. You'd never expect that it was actually his house! Well, quite on the outside, loud and obnoxious on the inside. He probably had a load of things in his house to get women in the mood. He invited me in and…Nothing. On the inside it was just as plain and normal as it was on the out. "Is this really your house?" I asked him, doubtfully. He nodded and looked at me. He moved to his kitchen and came back with a bottle of red wine, and two glasses. He poured me a glass and then himself. I sipped a bit out of the glass. I loved red wine, nothing better. That night I had many glasses of wine, danced, and talked with Gerard. When 1:00 a.m. rolled around he started getting grabby again. I pushed him away once more. So, being the dumbass he was, he pulled his dirty moves on me again. I slapped him, stood up, grabbed my purse and headed for the door. "What the hell?!" He shouted angrily. I unlocked the door and opened it, trying to make a quick getaway. He came from behind me and grabbed my wrist and held on tight. "Why don't you cooperate for once Melinda?!" "Not everyone wants to sleep with you!" I yelled, tugging at my wrist, trying to get away. He was starting to twist it slightly, and it hurt. "Let go of me!" "What do you mean? You don't want to sleep with me?! But! But! DO YOU NOT REALIZE WHO I AM?! I'M GERARD FUCKING WAY!" "I don't care who you are! You're a spoiled, self centered asshole! Now let me go!" I screamed. He let go and looked surprised at what I'd said. I slipped quickly out the door, and began running, barefoot down the sidewalk. I'd left my shoes in the house and wasn't about to turn back just for shoes. It was a good thing I could run for long periods of time and not get tired of it. Ever since I was a child I loved to run, it made me feel invincible and free. A few cars zipped past me, taking no notice, but one stopped, turned and followed me a moment before the driver rolled the window down and yelled at me. "Mellie? MELLIE!" ----------------------------------------- FIND OUT WHO WAS CALLING MELINDA, NEXT WEEK ON, MENDING YOUR BROKEN WAYS! CHANNEL 4. Nah, it'll prolly be saterday or something, i won't make you wait an entire week! ;D i'm cool like that! lol
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Post by Zombii Junkie SixSick6 on Jan 12, 2007 20:30:01 GMT -5
It was Bob; I stopped and turned to face him. He'd pulled over and was now running toward me. He pulled me into a hug and asked me why I was crying. Which made me realize what was around me, and what I was doing. I explained everything to Bob as he helped me to the car, and drove me home. He never yelled, or raised his voice, telling me how upset he was that Gerard did that to me. He just sat and listened, speaking when necessary. He didn't sound upset at all, but by the look on his face, he wanted to kill Gerard, friend or not. When we got to my house Vivia, and Laurel were waiting. When Bob came in with me they let out breaths of relief. Evidently they'd all been waiting for me, so I could tell them how it all went, and when Gerard called Bob and vented to him about me rejecting him, they called me. When I didn't answer, Bob went on the hunt for me. Bob said nothing to the girls, but said I should probably go get some sleep. He kissed me on the cheek and bid me goodnight. After I crawled into bed I could hear Bob telling them about what happened. He really wasn't happy at all. He was trying to be quiet, and keep his voice down, but it wasn't working too well. I heard a lot from Bob but couldn't hear my sister or Viv. But I did hear the doorbell ring. It was Gerard; my sister began screaming at him, and by the sound of it, kicked the shit out of him. She fought dirty, and went under the belt as the final blow before coming in and slamming the door. I finally fell asleep when the fighting, talking, and yelling seemed to cease. The next morning I was alone again. No one was occupying my house but me, once more. My sister was gone, my best friend was gone, and Bob was gone. I wasn't feeling too hot so started my day slow. I stayed in my pajamas and went down to my kitchen to make myself some coffee. But go figure, I was out of coffee. No more coffee. God I hated going out like this. Well, at least it wasn't so bad that I couldn't go out to get coffee. I just felt a little dumpy. When I got to the corner store it took me what seemed like an eternity to find the coffee. The place was loaded with people. HAH! What was I saying?! It was as empty as a friggin' desert! I walked over and examined the kinds of coffee for a moment. Why did people have to make choosing coffee so damn difficult?! I found the one I wanted and grabbed it. As I walked toward the counter I heard yelling, from both the cashier and the angry customer. "JUST GIMME THE FUCKIN' SIX PACK!" Yelled the customer. Wait, that sounded like Gerard. I inched closer. ------------------------------------
Find out what happens Next time on... MENDING YOUR BROKEN WAYS!... on at new time, after the 6:00 news... Yeah, i know, this end stuff just gets stupider and stupider.
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Post by allxdeadx on Feb 1, 2007 15:47:25 GMT -5
wow this story is reli gd POST MORE!!!!!
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Post by The amazing DEATHONASTICK© on Feb 1, 2007 22:11:09 GMT -5
Geez the suspense is killing me!! POST MORE!!!! I LOVE IT!
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Post by blackxheart on Feb 2, 2007 13:47:39 GMT -5
yes i concur!!!!!!!!! post! noooow =D
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Post by Zombii Junkie SixSick6 on Feb 2, 2007 22:35:40 GMT -5
Shez...... Calm down my pretties! more is on the way! Have a fix -------------------------------------------------------------- "Just calm down buddy! You've had enough beer, don't you think?" The cashier, a young guy who looked about 20, said. "Gimme the friggin' beer, Joe!" Gerard was a bit tipsy and tripped over nothing a few times, but catching his balance. "Gerard, you've had enough!" the so called 'Joe' replied. "I'll tell you when I've-" He stopped and gave a look like he was about to throw up, "Had enough Joe!" He began to grab at the beer on the counter when he tipped a little, and fell over, and hit his head on the counter on his way down. Something forced me to drop everything, run to him, and help him. I sat him up and hit the side of his face lightly. "Gerard? Gerard? Gerard, come on, wake up." I tried to stay calm. I shook him a bit, trying to get him to open his eyes. "C'mon Gerard!" I began to plead for him to open his eyes. "Please! Please Gerard, open your goddamn eyes! Wake up!" He slowly opened his eyes, but not very far. He groaned and grunted in pain. "What the hell?" He questioned, confused. "Can you get up?" I asked him, putting his arm around my shoulder, in an attempt to help him up. When we got him to his feet I walked him to my car and into the back seat. I drove him as quickly as I could, back to my place. I'd forgotten all about my aches and pains, and was concentrated on his. I brought him in and laid him on my couch. I got a blanket out of the closet and put it over him. "If you have the urge to puke… Don't." I told him. He just nodded helplessly, he stared at me like a sad little kid, that needed his 'boo-boo' kissed after he falls off his bike. "Don't look at me like that." His gaze just got deeper and more heart wrenching. "Oh, for fuck's sake! What do you want from me?" "I'm really sorry…You don't hate me do you?" He asked. "No, I guess not." I replied, starting to walk away. "Melinda?" "What?!" I screeched, I really didn't want him in my house, but what was I supposed to do with him? "Stay with me?" giving me big lonesome puppy eyes. I sighed. How could I resist a face like that? He may have been an ass, but he was a cute ass. "No touching." I told him. "Like I'm in the mood for that right now. Seriously woman, I thought you were smarter." He laughed a bit. I just smiled and sat next to him. He scooted closer to me until we were touching, he then put his head on my shoulder and cuddled in. "This isn't illegal is it?" he asked. I shook my head and put my arms around him. I think I like him better when he's sick. After that he didn't talk or move much, unless he was making himself comfortable. His breathing kept slowing, a sign that he was falling asleep, until it stayed at a slow and steady pace. He was asleep. ------------------------------------------ AWWW! Ain't he precious!? ;D
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