NO. You keep writing. I mean it. You're bloody incredible at it, and you write really intriguing story lines.
This runs a hell of a lot deeper than most other high school fics and both sides of Gerard are so contarsting that it makes you wonder why he's "plastic" (Mean Girls anyone? God, I love that film. And usually I'm a blood and guts and zombies person. AHEM.) and what drives him to pretend that badly.
I also love the fact that we already know why he's a little bit messed up. And that Frank gives so much of a damn about the whole thing.
And I'll seriously miss your insane author's notes if you leave. I end up with really sore stomach muscles from laughing so hard after reading them. DON'T LEAVE. YOU KEEP ME MOTIVATED. Like, seriously.
And e-mail me if you want to talk about shit, whether it's about feeling empty or hating spiders or whatever, okay?
Keep on going. :D
Author's response
... How did you know about the spiders? (like, seriously. In the middle of the night a spider ran across my arms and I fucking started crying. I'm such a fucking wuss...) and my A/N are good? That makes me happy. And thanks for the compliment on my writing, it means a lot coming from you.