"What's the matter, Jonathan? Did my actions," I pause for suspense, choosing my words effectively, "...frighten you?"
Thought of some new pairings I ship so I had to edit...
I was still extremely pissed off about the whole fuck-Zant-transformed-me-into-an-imp incident, but at the moment I had found someone who was in a worse condition than I. The Blue-Eyed Beast.
"We need your help, Mom. Please help us. We’re not okay." A letter from Gerard and Mikey telling their mother that they're not okay...
'Aww, did Petey have bad dreams again?' Andy cooed in a whine that was thick with sarcasm. Dickweed. ::PETERICK::
It's rare for Billie Joe to blush, and Tre and Mike want to see it happen. EDITED!
I don't have a boyfriend. I have a Frank.
::ONESHOT:: 12-year-old Gerard wants his little brother to make him a sandwich. But Mikey's not his brother's bitch... R&R?