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Perhaps It's Fate?
0 ReviewsDonna is just minding her own buisness and Gerard Way come knocking on her door...
okay... this is my first fan-fic that I've posted... ENJOY!
Donna's P.O.V
"Shit!" I cried out. "Fuckin... Stupid slice..." I cursed. The slice I had made for a party that I was gonna go to this arvo crumbled under my knife. I had another go at cutting a strip of the slab of gingery-goodness, and it crumbled even more. Some of it even went on the floor.
"For fucks sake... ARR!" I cried out.
~ 10 minutes later
I was finished with the slice... it didn't look like there was much in the pink plastic box. Maybe its coz the box is too big... or maybe coz a third of the base was either on the floor, over the bench or in my tummy. Hey! It was good!
Just as I swept up the floor and dumped the wasted biscuit base in the bin, someone knocked on my door. I tilted my head to the side, curiously wondering who it could be. No-one EVER came to this part of town... my neighbourhood wasn't too rough, not too posh either. Most people are like "whatever" and keep driving. And no-one told me that they were visiting today... this week even. Still, I slowly made my way over to the front door.
Gerard's P.O.V
Okay... so I didn't want to be here... but my car suddenly broke down in this street. The fuckin thing was all good, but then I suddenly failed. I checked out the engine and nothing was wrong. Oh... and my mobile phone was dead.
I decided that I should go up to one of the houses and ask the owners if I could use their phone. glancing around the street, most of the houses seem kinda pov and rough, but one stood out, tidier and actually had stuff growing instead up having what most other houses' gardens looked like: shrivelled-up sticks shoved in the dirt.
So, thinking that some old grandma lived there, it seems like the safest one to walk up to and ask for help.
Donna's P.O.V
I hadn't opened up the front curtains today, so I crept up to one and slowly opened it and peeked out the window.
This was the first time I moved out of home, so I wanted to be cautious. I couldn't make out who it was... but this person was obviously a young man, with black hair that went down to his shoulders. His dark tresses were hiding his face from view. I was hoping to god that this guy was hot... and I was also hoping that this guy wasn't gonna rob me or something, coz like I said, this wasn't the poshest part of town.
I fell to the ground, and rested my hand on the wall, think about what to do. I saw the black, metal baseball bat that I stole off my brother coz he wasn't using it. I wrapped my hand around the cool handle, remembering how Mr. Garth shown me how to hold a softball bat when I was on the school team.
"Line up the fingers..." I muttered to myself, and, as the man knocked at the door again, I stood up and opened the door with the black bat resting over my shoulder in full view.
Donna's P.O.V
"Shit!" I cried out. "Fuckin... Stupid slice..." I cursed. The slice I had made for a party that I was gonna go to this arvo crumbled under my knife. I had another go at cutting a strip of the slab of gingery-goodness, and it crumbled even more. Some of it even went on the floor.
"For fucks sake... ARR!" I cried out.
~ 10 minutes later
I was finished with the slice... it didn't look like there was much in the pink plastic box. Maybe its coz the box is too big... or maybe coz a third of the base was either on the floor, over the bench or in my tummy. Hey! It was good!
Just as I swept up the floor and dumped the wasted biscuit base in the bin, someone knocked on my door. I tilted my head to the side, curiously wondering who it could be. No-one EVER came to this part of town... my neighbourhood wasn't too rough, not too posh either. Most people are like "whatever" and keep driving. And no-one told me that they were visiting today... this week even. Still, I slowly made my way over to the front door.
Gerard's P.O.V
Okay... so I didn't want to be here... but my car suddenly broke down in this street. The fuckin thing was all good, but then I suddenly failed. I checked out the engine and nothing was wrong. Oh... and my mobile phone was dead.
I decided that I should go up to one of the houses and ask the owners if I could use their phone. glancing around the street, most of the houses seem kinda pov and rough, but one stood out, tidier and actually had stuff growing instead up having what most other houses' gardens looked like: shrivelled-up sticks shoved in the dirt.
So, thinking that some old grandma lived there, it seems like the safest one to walk up to and ask for help.
Donna's P.O.V
I hadn't opened up the front curtains today, so I crept up to one and slowly opened it and peeked out the window.
This was the first time I moved out of home, so I wanted to be cautious. I couldn't make out who it was... but this person was obviously a young man, with black hair that went down to his shoulders. His dark tresses were hiding his face from view. I was hoping to god that this guy was hot... and I was also hoping that this guy wasn't gonna rob me or something, coz like I said, this wasn't the poshest part of town.
I fell to the ground, and rested my hand on the wall, think about what to do. I saw the black, metal baseball bat that I stole off my brother coz he wasn't using it. I wrapped my hand around the cool handle, remembering how Mr. Garth shown me how to hold a softball bat when I was on the school team.
"Line up the fingers..." I muttered to myself, and, as the man knocked at the door again, I stood up and opened the door with the black bat resting over my shoulder in full view.
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