Gerard way

A/N: Sorry. I'll make this Author's Note a short one but I have a few các câu hỏi for bạn all. Since I'm currently stuck at a writer's block, i'm posting what I have so far. I'd really appreciate it if bạn guys would bình luận with what you'd like to see, hoặc think will happen next. I do have a few ideas but have no clue on how to incorporate them into here. Also I would like to apologize in advance for my horrible spelling. Here goes nothing..

Roughly 1am
Sleep. Can't Sleep.
I crawled from my giường and slipped a hoodie over my t-shirt. I walked into the living room only to find my drunk đít, mông, ass mother...

Yeah- here bạn go.

Three

Mikey's lips moved across my collarbone, his cool breath leaving a trail of goosebumps from ear to ear. His Soft lips pressed against my own, and I could feel them turn into a smile as I shifted under him. 
"Switch?" he breathed, wanting to make sure I was not uncomfortable. I nodded and returned the grin as I began to di chuyển across the couch, not failing to do so without almost falling off the damned thing. 
"Gerard has to get a bigger couch.."  the man -now under me- noted. I smirked and moved one of my legs between his. 
"Gerard has to buy a lot of things." I moved...

Framia: tình yêu Notes
by ~NaruIno4eva
I DID NOT WRITE THI.ONE OF MY DEVIANTART Những người bạn DID!
Frank and Jamia walked to the one class they had together, his arm around her shoulders and hers around his waist. Before they turned the corner that would lead them to class, Frank gave his girlfriend one last Kiss before they proceeded down the hallway with no signs of PDA whatsoever. Not touching her in any way always made him anxious and agitated, even for a moment. They entered class and sat in their seats, he stared at Jamia with obvious cún yêu, con chó con dog eyes as she got class materials out of her bag. She saw...

Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And bạn never had a chance
Love it, hoặc leave it, bạn can't understand
A pretty face, but bạn do so carry on,
and on,
and on

I wouldn't front the scene if bạn paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll...