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3 ReviewsRachele teaches Frank how to dance?
Rachele's POV
I was in front of Frank's house, waiting.
It's Saturday, and I told him that I would teach him right?
So anyways, I was waiting outside, ringing his doorbell. Again. And again.
Ooooh, I know! Let us try knocking!
Knock. Frank, you know I would be here, so WHY THE HELL IS YOUR HOUSE CLOSED?!
Let us experiment with the last resort.
SLAMMING THE DOOR
"FRAAAAAANK! OH FRAAAAAAANK! I DON'T NEED TO TEACH YOU! I CAN JUST DANCE AROUND YOUR LAWN! I CAN FUCKING SING! I CAN SHOUT ALL DAY!" Hmm...maybe that's not advisable....
Frustrated, I gave one last push to the door.
Oh God, is anyone even in here?!
Hmmm....
I looked under Frank's doormat, checking for the keys. (Very stereotype, right?)
Nope.
UGH!
I wish I had a bobby pin.
Turn the doorknob.
It was open. Wow, Rachele. Note to self: Check if door is open, BEFORE you look for keys under doormats AND become paranoid.
So anyways, I went in, and I was hearing something...something familiar...
Oh shit.
Frank's POV
I was in the basement playing guitar.
It was Saturday, so I practiced the songs everytime. Because we have a band practice at the afternoon.
Oh shit.
Explanation:
Okay. So in the first place, my band broke up. Gerard recently started a band. And I heard their songs.
It was fucking amazing.
So I BEGGED to be in his band. Seriously. Gerard was like, I guess we might need you, but I already have Ray. So I got sad.
And...yesterday, we were walking home. Rachele, me and Gerard. Mikey was at his house already because he went to the clinic and they found out he has anxiety. And for some reason, Gerard seemed kinda happier than usual, was singing a song he wrote, and was smiling freakishly. Or maybe I'm just exaggerating. But you get the point.
So, of course Gerard is a really good singer, but he'll never admit he is, and Rachele told him to be in a band.
Which he already did. My Chemical Romance. SERIOUSLY, if I wasn't their friend, I would go like a fangirl or something.
Gerard lied to her of course. He didn't want all of us to know, but I was in a band that time, and he asked for help, sooo I know.
Then Rachele told him to make one and she said goodbye when her house was there.
Gerard snickered and passed me the song he was singing.
"You're in."
And that's the story on how I'm in My FUCKING Chemical Romance.
So today I was trying to make a tune out of it. I HAD to sing the lyrics.
And Rachele found out.
"You...you NEVER FUCKING TOLD ME!" Rachele shouted.
"I can't!" Oh shit, did I seriously ruin the friendship? "Gerard didn't want me to tell and-"
Rachele hugged me.
Okay, women are hard to understand.
"You're good at guitar." she complimented, "And we shall dance."
Let the dancing begin. And the telling her all about Gerard.
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A/N YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD BE THE BALL ALREADY!
Oh yeah, the seriousness first.
I have multiple reasons why I am not writing lately.
1. School and stupid homework.
2. I have to copy the chapters to my USB so that I won't lose it.
3. I have ideas, but I don't know how to put it in the story.
4. People make me feel depressed, but don't worry, I'm not depressed that I cut myself. All I do is tear paper. And you environmentalists can cry.
BTW, there's going to be a drummer, but the drummer's not Bob, or Mike. The drummer's going to be a girl and her name is Chloe! :D Thanks for all your support! I love you! :D
I was in front of Frank's house, waiting.
It's Saturday, and I told him that I would teach him right?
So anyways, I was waiting outside, ringing his doorbell. Again. And again.
Ooooh, I know! Let us try knocking!
Knock. Frank, you know I would be here, so WHY THE HELL IS YOUR HOUSE CLOSED?!
Let us experiment with the last resort.
SLAMMING THE DOOR
"FRAAAAAANK! OH FRAAAAAAANK! I DON'T NEED TO TEACH YOU! I CAN JUST DANCE AROUND YOUR LAWN! I CAN FUCKING SING! I CAN SHOUT ALL DAY!" Hmm...maybe that's not advisable....
Frustrated, I gave one last push to the door.
Oh God, is anyone even in here?!
Hmmm....
I looked under Frank's doormat, checking for the keys. (Very stereotype, right?)
Nope.
UGH!
I wish I had a bobby pin.
Turn the doorknob.
It was open. Wow, Rachele. Note to self: Check if door is open, BEFORE you look for keys under doormats AND become paranoid.
So anyways, I went in, and I was hearing something...something familiar...
Oh shit.
Frank's POV
I was in the basement playing guitar.
It was Saturday, so I practiced the songs everytime. Because we have a band practice at the afternoon.
Oh shit.
Explanation:
Okay. So in the first place, my band broke up. Gerard recently started a band. And I heard their songs.
It was fucking amazing.
So I BEGGED to be in his band. Seriously. Gerard was like, I guess we might need you, but I already have Ray. So I got sad.
And...yesterday, we were walking home. Rachele, me and Gerard. Mikey was at his house already because he went to the clinic and they found out he has anxiety. And for some reason, Gerard seemed kinda happier than usual, was singing a song he wrote, and was smiling freakishly. Or maybe I'm just exaggerating. But you get the point.
So, of course Gerard is a really good singer, but he'll never admit he is, and Rachele told him to be in a band.
Which he already did. My Chemical Romance. SERIOUSLY, if I wasn't their friend, I would go like a fangirl or something.
Gerard lied to her of course. He didn't want all of us to know, but I was in a band that time, and he asked for help, sooo I know.
Then Rachele told him to make one and she said goodbye when her house was there.
Gerard snickered and passed me the song he was singing.
"You're in."
And that's the story on how I'm in My FUCKING Chemical Romance.
So today I was trying to make a tune out of it. I HAD to sing the lyrics.
And Rachele found out.
"You...you NEVER FUCKING TOLD ME!" Rachele shouted.
"I can't!" Oh shit, did I seriously ruin the friendship? "Gerard didn't want me to tell and-"
Rachele hugged me.
Okay, women are hard to understand.
"You're good at guitar." she complimented, "And we shall dance."
Let the dancing begin. And the telling her all about Gerard.
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A/N YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD BE THE BALL ALREADY!
Oh yeah, the seriousness first.
I have multiple reasons why I am not writing lately.
1. School and stupid homework.
2. I have to copy the chapters to my USB so that I won't lose it.
3. I have ideas, but I don't know how to put it in the story.
4. People make me feel depressed, but don't worry, I'm not depressed that I cut myself. All I do is tear paper. And you environmentalists can cry.
BTW, there's going to be a drummer, but the drummer's not Bob, or Mike. The drummer's going to be a girl and her name is Chloe! :D Thanks for all your support! I love you! :D
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