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Myths
4 ReviewsPhone throwing, myth correcting and myterious Mikey. Kind of...
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Anyway, very short chapter!
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Gerard's p.o.v.
I chuck the phone across the room, and smashed my lips back against Franks. One of his hands were tangled in my hair, the other still in the waistband of my jeans. My hands drifted to the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up over his still slightly bruised torso. I heard him gasp quietly as my hands wandered along his chest. If felt him bite down on my bottom lip, groaning I pulled his shirt over his head, hating the small amount of seconds our lips were apart. All the loneliness that had been building up inside me had disappeared. I melted into him as if we had been made for each other. Yes, that was very cheesy, but still.
Frank's p.o.v.
We lay on the sofa as Black Flag blasted from the speakers in the corner of the room. Gerard had his bare arms wrapped around me, our discarded shirts on the cream carpet of the living room I was deep in thought, realising I still had a few questions to ask the breath-taking vampire. God it sounds weird even in my head. Gerard shifted slightly, studying my face.
"What are you thinking about Frankie?" He asked, his voice indescribable.
"I was wandering..." I started to say, not sure if he'd actully tell me, "How do you become a vampire?" I could feel Gerard tense up next to me, "Cause theres so many different stories..." I trailed off as he slowly kissed my forehead, where the cut from the night he saved me was.
"You'd have to die with my blood in you're system." He whispered into my ear. I decided just to ask about the other things that always changed.
"And the sun doesn't burn you?"
"No, just weakens. I'm still stronger and shit but not as much as at night." Still whispering in my ear. I felt him tongue trail the curve of my ear, making it very hard to suppress a moan of pleasure.
"What about garlic?"
He chuckles, "Myth."
"Holy water?"
"Myth."
"Sleeping in coffins?"
"Myth."
"Sleeping at all?"
"About 10 hours a week."
"Really?!"
"Mmm hmm" He murmured against my neck.
"What do you do all night?!"
"It varies."
"Fine don't tell me." I said grumpily.
"Come on, I want to show you something." He said, getting up. We go down the stairs to his bed room, hand in hand. "I was going to show it to you yesterday, but..."
He let go of my hand to open a drawer if his desk, while I stared at his ass. He turned to me, a piece of paper in his hands. With a nervous smile in his face, he handed me the paper. It was a coloured drawing of a skinny teenager sitting on a wall, holding a cigarette. He had a black dyed mohawk, the sides dyed red, his eyes rimmed with eyeliner. He wore black skinny jeans and a Misfits t-shirt.
Gerard had drawn me.
The drawing was extremely detailed, right down to the logo on the converse. But then all of Gerards drawings were amazingly detailed. I carried on looking at the drawing for a few more minutes before glancing up at Gerard, he was standing nervously biting at his nails,
"Do you like it?" He asked in the sweet velet voice he had. Without answering, I press my lips gently to Gerards, not wanting a heated kiss, just something soft and meaningful.
"Yes, I love it Gee."
Gerard's p.o.v.
We spent the next few hours talking about random shit mostly. We had migrated back up to the living room and were watching a Nightmare Before Christmas, Frank sitting on my lap, all curled up, when the front door opened and closed.
"Hey Ger- awwwwww" We looked up to see Mikey standing at the door, smiling at us, it was kind of creepy.
"Hey Mikey," I say, glancing at the time, "Dude, it's 7:37, where the hell have you been?" He's always out and not coming home till way after school had ended.
"Oh, er.... nowhere..." He mumbled heading to the kitchen.
"Well, I better be going." Frank says, quickly kissing my cheek.
"Bye Frankie!" Taking his chin so I could kiss his lips. After Frank leaves I walk into the kitchen, seeing Mikey smiling at his phone, texting.
"I didn't know you had friends!" I say, Mikey wasn't the one to go and make friends.
"Oh ha ha." He mumbles just as he revives another text. Smiling, he texted back.
"So who you texting?"
"Um, just someone I met earlier." Concentrating on the text.
"Fine don't tell me!" I walk of in a huff.
I couldn't help but smile as I lay on my bed. He didn't leave. He really loves me.
Hope you enjoyed and thanks to all the amazing people who auditioned!!!! So many to choose from ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
R&r and get a hug from Mikey :D
Yay xxxxxxxxx
Anyway, very short chapter!
Enjoy ;)
Gerard's p.o.v.
I chuck the phone across the room, and smashed my lips back against Franks. One of his hands were tangled in my hair, the other still in the waistband of my jeans. My hands drifted to the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up over his still slightly bruised torso. I heard him gasp quietly as my hands wandered along his chest. If felt him bite down on my bottom lip, groaning I pulled his shirt over his head, hating the small amount of seconds our lips were apart. All the loneliness that had been building up inside me had disappeared. I melted into him as if we had been made for each other. Yes, that was very cheesy, but still.
Frank's p.o.v.
We lay on the sofa as Black Flag blasted from the speakers in the corner of the room. Gerard had his bare arms wrapped around me, our discarded shirts on the cream carpet of the living room I was deep in thought, realising I still had a few questions to ask the breath-taking vampire. God it sounds weird even in my head. Gerard shifted slightly, studying my face.
"What are you thinking about Frankie?" He asked, his voice indescribable.
"I was wandering..." I started to say, not sure if he'd actully tell me, "How do you become a vampire?" I could feel Gerard tense up next to me, "Cause theres so many different stories..." I trailed off as he slowly kissed my forehead, where the cut from the night he saved me was.
"You'd have to die with my blood in you're system." He whispered into my ear. I decided just to ask about the other things that always changed.
"And the sun doesn't burn you?"
"No, just weakens. I'm still stronger and shit but not as much as at night." Still whispering in my ear. I felt him tongue trail the curve of my ear, making it very hard to suppress a moan of pleasure.
"What about garlic?"
He chuckles, "Myth."
"Holy water?"
"Myth."
"Sleeping in coffins?"
"Myth."
"Sleeping at all?"
"About 10 hours a week."
"Really?!"
"Mmm hmm" He murmured against my neck.
"What do you do all night?!"
"It varies."
"Fine don't tell me." I said grumpily.
"Come on, I want to show you something." He said, getting up. We go down the stairs to his bed room, hand in hand. "I was going to show it to you yesterday, but..."
He let go of my hand to open a drawer if his desk, while I stared at his ass. He turned to me, a piece of paper in his hands. With a nervous smile in his face, he handed me the paper. It was a coloured drawing of a skinny teenager sitting on a wall, holding a cigarette. He had a black dyed mohawk, the sides dyed red, his eyes rimmed with eyeliner. He wore black skinny jeans and a Misfits t-shirt.
Gerard had drawn me.
The drawing was extremely detailed, right down to the logo on the converse. But then all of Gerards drawings were amazingly detailed. I carried on looking at the drawing for a few more minutes before glancing up at Gerard, he was standing nervously biting at his nails,
"Do you like it?" He asked in the sweet velet voice he had. Without answering, I press my lips gently to Gerards, not wanting a heated kiss, just something soft and meaningful.
"Yes, I love it Gee."
Gerard's p.o.v.
We spent the next few hours talking about random shit mostly. We had migrated back up to the living room and were watching a Nightmare Before Christmas, Frank sitting on my lap, all curled up, when the front door opened and closed.
"Hey Ger- awwwwww" We looked up to see Mikey standing at the door, smiling at us, it was kind of creepy.
"Hey Mikey," I say, glancing at the time, "Dude, it's 7:37, where the hell have you been?" He's always out and not coming home till way after school had ended.
"Oh, er.... nowhere..." He mumbled heading to the kitchen.
"Well, I better be going." Frank says, quickly kissing my cheek.
"Bye Frankie!" Taking his chin so I could kiss his lips. After Frank leaves I walk into the kitchen, seeing Mikey smiling at his phone, texting.
"I didn't know you had friends!" I say, Mikey wasn't the one to go and make friends.
"Oh ha ha." He mumbles just as he revives another text. Smiling, he texted back.
"So who you texting?"
"Um, just someone I met earlier." Concentrating on the text.
"Fine don't tell me!" I walk of in a huff.
I couldn't help but smile as I lay on my bed. He didn't leave. He really loves me.
Hope you enjoyed and thanks to all the amazing people who auditioned!!!! So many to choose from ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
R&r and get a hug from Mikey :D
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