Coffee?"I'd love to live on the moon Frankie, just to get away from everyone for a little bit."
Mikey randomly stated as the two gazed at the moon from where they lay in the grass on a steep hill.
"But then I'd miss you so much Mikey I'd grow into a mermaid and live in the sea." Frank responded clasping Mikey's long and slender fingers with his smaller inked ones. The older man laughed and turned his head to the left to gaze at him.
"Why a mermaid?" he questioned. Frank shrugged
"Their pretty." he replied. Mikey shook his head with a chuckle and leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss on the mouth.
"What if I was a flower in a garden?" Mikey asked as they gazed at each other.
"Then I'd be the gardener so I could always take care of you."
"If I became a trumpet that played jazz?"
"I would become the regular crowd who comes in to listen to your beautiful voice."
"What about if I was coffee?"
"Then I would savor the taste of you even more." Frank whispered before hungrily kissing Mikey under the moo
Rose Colors"Have a little mercy." The Finnish man sang heard all the way from Mikey's room to the living room which was down the hall.
"He's been sulking for weeks now about getting dumped and he won't stop listening to that one damn song." Gerard complained to Frank who had asked why Mikey was hiding in his room. A sympathetic look came to Frank's face at hearing the story.
It was well known that Mikey got around but when he settled on someone (gender didn't matter to him) he was a steadfast lover. Sadly the lover he had chosen had not treated him kindly, always pointing out his flaws of personality and faults of looks, then had cruelly dumped Mikey a week before Valentines. He was going to make this the best damn Valentines Mikey had ever had! Frank thought before telling Gerard he would be back in an hour and a half.
Part of Frank's eagerness to make Mikey feel better was that he cared about his friend part, of it was his long time crush on the lanky man.
Hopping into his little pick u
China DollI am the little china doll girl
Who tried to fit the mold
To do as I was ordered by my elders
But the cracks appeared not long after
Steadily and slowly they have grown over the years
My words began to slip from between the cracks
Words of protest
Words of anger
Instantly the cracks were sealed over
But no more
The cracks are too big
The words too loud
Nothing can silence them now
Send my dad to jail, he'll be okay
He has said he rather I be safe at home
With him in jail for thirty days
Then out hiding at my china doll friends' homes
So you see mother
This little china doll girl is becoming a china doll woman
And of course this little china doll girl still loves you
But the cracks have started to find their way to my heart
A Cheap Trinket"Star please let me and Tiger go on a walk alone, we'll be fine! We're gonna still have our ray guns so we'll be safe." Spider Veins begged her puppy dog look made even more adorable by the two black lightning streaks down her cheeks. Star's grass green eyes were sympathetic but she was firm in denying Spider Veins' request.
"I'm sorry Spider but I don't want to lose my best friends and fighters simply because they were too busy kissing to see a Drac sneaking up them." she stated making Spider Veins' face go red as she looked away, neon blue price tag earring fluttering from the movement. Spider Veins opened her mouth to mutter back a retort but Skarred Tiger's hand over her mouth stopped her words.
"It doesn't bother me to have Star and Blade along Lyn, as long as I'm with you." he murmured wrapping his arms around her torso and kissing her temple.
"Alright Scarface stop eating Spider's face, you've got a walk to go on!" Raging Blade exclaimed. While someone else calling Skarre
There was something wrong with my delicate master when I awoke him in the morning, for those usually sharp blue eyes were glazed with fatigue, though I knew he had gotten a full night's sleep.
"Feeling under the weather Young Master?" I questioned laying the back of my hand against his forehead to find he was feverish.
"Leave me Sebastian, I am fine." he croaked in a harsh hoarse voice and it was clear from his expression talking hurt. I merely grinned and bowed answering
"Yes My Lord." knowing exactly the kind of drink he would need. I went down to the kitchen and brewed him a drink but upon going back to his room found him gone. I rolled my eyes and headed to his study know that would be the other place to look for him. And indeed it was.
Ciel was at his desk, barely awake as he reason document or other. "I've prepared you a drink for your throat." I stated placing the cup and saucer on his desk, utterly surprised to find he had not even attempted to get out of his be
Love's RibbonsOnce upon a time a girl went for a walk obediently following the glitter rain covered street knowing a good girl followed the path worn by others footsteps. She ignored the strange men who screamed that they had candy and that their puppies were lost and only heard the screams of Bert McCracken ,someone who was safe, and was content with this.
But one day Bert's screams were overpowered by the simple line
"Oh it's heartache every moment." sung by a baritone voice that was silky smooth and tempting. Along with the voice came the presence of a man, tall and willowy, power hidden within his feminine frame.
But as soon as she felt his long arms wrap around her he disappeared, leaving within her a fierce longing to be held like that again. Suddenly Bert's screams were too loud and she turned him down, and in quieting her ignorance, heard the whisper of the willowy man. Eagerly she followed his voice the screams of the candy men and lost pet owners drowned out by this faint whisper.
Frank's ScarsFrank's pov
Mine are beautiful because they represent all that I love even though they bring me pain
I press my lips together making it look like I have no mouth as the needle bit into my skin and scraped my hip bone. I had already gotten through three hours of pain no way was I gonna chicken out now, besides he was finishing the Gerard bird. Ten minutes later he had finished and was wiping away the blood, plasma, and ink.
"I'm guessin' you know how to take care of it?" he questioned an amused smile on his lips, seeing as I had filled my left arm with tattoos along with my fingers. I grinned back and nodded, gazing admiringly at my new tattoo, giggling when I realized that the fans would understand the birds. I couldn't wait to show my close friend Gerard who unfortunately had no tattoos on him. But then again he was beautiful because of his pale unpainted skin.
Many wonder why people get tattoos, thinking their simply a waste of money. My reason is that in their won
Crushed HopesParty Poison's pov
Once I had waded through the horde of Killjoys and was back on the road again, figuratively since there was no highway leading to this camp, my drive was quiet.
The only sounds were the tires crunching gravel and little rocks hitting the underside of the car.
The peacefulness was welcomed because my mind was wrestling over the dilemma Show Pony had shoved onto me. Alright you hypocrite if you don't want to be with a gutless coward why're you sending me in your place? I growled in my mind, angry that Show Pony had basically abandoned us and upset that he was gone. It was gonna be weird not to hear his skates scraping along the concrete as he came and went. It was also going to be a huge setback for the Killjoy community at large.
It's not that we didn't have more news runners but Show Pony was our best one, seeing as he worked for Dr. Death obviously.
The drive to the camp had taken me four hours and now with my heavy heart it seemed to take six t
Everything's GoneJesus christ it's cold, Frank thought wishing he had brought his jacket instead of just his hoodie, seeing as it was raining out and he had a fifteen minute bike ride ahead of him.
He sighed, drew his hood over his head and dashed out to his bike which he promptly unlocked and jumped on. The young man scowled when the rain water seeped into the butt of his jeans, chilling his skin. Ignoring that he followed the pack of other bikers down the sharp slope that was St Rosemary's (Catholic school, shut up) driveway. He reached the edge of the pack just as twelve bikers took off helter skelter across the road, narrowly escaping being hit. A couple minutes passed and another ten took off, after them Frank and eleven other bikes went zipping through hollering back to the others.
One by one bikes turned down different streets till it was only Frank and the sound of his tires through the rain that was left. He hummed "Yesterday" by Pencey Prep a band he had recently put together, giving a