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I can't stop the rain, but I can stop the tears.
2 reviews*'H-how... How do you know this girl?' Frank stammered, tears streaming down his face.* When Frank meets a mysterious Gerard, he cant control his feelings: Anger, Sadness ... and love?
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Thank you so much if your reading this! I really suck at summaries xD Anyway, hope you enjoy!
(btw, I know it said in genres that this was a comedy.... But my sense of humour fails so, yeah! ;3
AND AND AND AND AND ... something else.. i've forgotton:/ OH YEAH! PLEASE R&Rit means so much otherwise i might just... not write because i wont know wether you guys like it or not:/ I know that might sound quite ... selfish? in a way? But my last story was obviously a fail and I really dont want this one to be, so i need your rates and reviews to help me along the way! tell me what im doin wrong/right!
Franks POV.
I snarled at the sky. It was blue. Clear blue. And the sun, it shone so bright I thought I was going to go blind! 'Stupid summer,' I muttered, scuffing my converse on a rock. I have always hated summer, ever since I was 14. (I'm 16 now). It has too many memories... Happy memories... Memories I could never get back, memories where my sister, Jenny, was still alive, memories where my mum and dad are hugging and kissing, memories where we all sat around our small picnic table, joking and laughing. I miss those times.. I sigh and sink to the chewing-gum-covered swing next to me. I looked around at the deserted park, everybody was probably at work or school, but not me. I don't care about school. Nobody ever notices me, I'm just the weird kid who never talks. My phone vibrated in my pocket, in a result of me falling off the swing and landing on my ass. Great. The text read: where the fuck r u frank? the school jst rang AGAIN im fed up of ur childish behaviour. go bck 2 schl b4 i lose my temper or u get hurt!! mum x
'There's no way i'm going back to school,' I replied, out loud. I threw my phone to the ground, shattering it into thousands (okay, maybe thats a slight exaggeration...) of tiny shards. Oops. Mums going to kill me! I put my head in my hands and wept, i wasn't crying over my broken phone, I was crying over my broken LIFE. Everythings going wrong! 'Um.. Are you okay?' A calm but worried voice startled me, I looked up abruptly to find a medium-height skinny teenage boy, with black shaggy hair and brownish-green eyes. 'Y-yes, im fine,' I stuttered, pulling myself up, but ending back on the floor again.
'Hmm, well, you don't look fine,' the boy replied, kneeling beside me and placing a hand on top of mine, 'are you SURE your okay?'
'...no,' I admitted feebly. I didn't want to argue, not right now.
'Oh my, your bleeding!' the boy, who i've now noticed has dark red at the back of his hair, pulled a bandage off his right arm. 'I...i am..?' I then realized, i'd been digging my fingernails into my arms and blood was trickling down onto the rough terrain beneath me, '..oh... thanks...' I muttered, wrapping the bandage over my wound. I then noticed something on the boys arm. Thick, long crimson slashes covered his wrist. He followed my gaze and quickly pulled his sleeve down, 'My cat has issues,' he mumbled, standing up again. Why was this boy helping me when he obviously had problems of his own? 'Of course.' I raised my eyebrows, picking myself up off the floor once more. He didn't say anything after that, just stared down at the ground awkwardly. 'Umm... I'm Frank,' I smiled,
'Gerard,' He held out his hand,
'Cool name,' I grinned creepily, shaking his soft hand. He shrugged, which made me giggle like a blonde-haired blue-eyed slaggy teenage girl. Oh, what a great first impression I'm making.
Gerards POV.
I stared curiously at Frank, a boy i'd just met. His eyes still glistened slightly from tears, but he seemed to have cheered up. 'Umm.. I'm Frank,' He smiled, breaking the silence.
'Gerard,' I replied, sticking my hand out,
'Cool name,' His smile reached his big (in a good way) eyes and he slid his hand into mine, shaking it weakly. I shrugged, which made him chuckle. He was quite small, with black and red hair, (much like mine - except the red on his was on the sides and he had a side fringe with a small mohawk) 'Wait, why aren't you at school?' I questioned, his face went beetroot,
'I... umm... I dont like school, it.. i.. i dont really have many... friends... school has nothing... for me, that is..' He shuffled on his feet. Bless. 'What about you? why aren't you at school?'
'Oh... THis is the only time i can really practise my, umm...' I held up my sketchbook and his eyes widened,
'You draw? May I see?' He was already reaching out for my book so I gave it to him,
'They aren't very good, just doodles...' I shrgged (again) like it was nothing. But it wasn't, i'd spent hours on some of those drawings.
'Wow...' He flicked through endless pages with a childish grin plastered on his face, 'These are bloody amazing, Gerard!!!'
'I'm glad ou think so,' I grinned,
'...w-ho... whos t-that...?' His face fell and he pointed to a portrait of a beautiful girl with dark brown hair, a childish grin on her face (much like the one Frank was pulling moments before) and deep intense green eyes. 'oh, she's just this girl I know,' I snatched the book back and looked at the portrait once more, I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I wiped it away angrily. 'I better go to school.... My mum would kill me if she knew i'd bunked, again, bye Gerard. It was nice meeting you!' He said quickly, before sprinting over the park and out of sight.
OOOH! Who is this girl? ;) Next chapter should be up tonight or tomorrow(:
I hope you liked it! And if you did, i'd actually like some reviews xD and some rates! Pretty please with a frankie on top? ^_^
XO
(btw, I know it said in genres that this was a comedy.... But my sense of humour fails so, yeah! ;3
AND AND AND AND AND ... something else.. i've forgotton:/ OH YEAH! PLEASE R&Rit means so much otherwise i might just... not write because i wont know wether you guys like it or not:/ I know that might sound quite ... selfish? in a way? But my last story was obviously a fail and I really dont want this one to be, so i need your rates and reviews to help me along the way! tell me what im doin wrong/right!
Franks POV.
I snarled at the sky. It was blue. Clear blue. And the sun, it shone so bright I thought I was going to go blind! 'Stupid summer,' I muttered, scuffing my converse on a rock. I have always hated summer, ever since I was 14. (I'm 16 now). It has too many memories... Happy memories... Memories I could never get back, memories where my sister, Jenny, was still alive, memories where my mum and dad are hugging and kissing, memories where we all sat around our small picnic table, joking and laughing. I miss those times.. I sigh and sink to the chewing-gum-covered swing next to me. I looked around at the deserted park, everybody was probably at work or school, but not me. I don't care about school. Nobody ever notices me, I'm just the weird kid who never talks. My phone vibrated in my pocket, in a result of me falling off the swing and landing on my ass. Great. The text read: where the fuck r u frank? the school jst rang AGAIN im fed up of ur childish behaviour. go bck 2 schl b4 i lose my temper or u get hurt!! mum x
'There's no way i'm going back to school,' I replied, out loud. I threw my phone to the ground, shattering it into thousands (okay, maybe thats a slight exaggeration...) of tiny shards. Oops. Mums going to kill me! I put my head in my hands and wept, i wasn't crying over my broken phone, I was crying over my broken LIFE. Everythings going wrong! 'Um.. Are you okay?' A calm but worried voice startled me, I looked up abruptly to find a medium-height skinny teenage boy, with black shaggy hair and brownish-green eyes. 'Y-yes, im fine,' I stuttered, pulling myself up, but ending back on the floor again.
'Hmm, well, you don't look fine,' the boy replied, kneeling beside me and placing a hand on top of mine, 'are you SURE your okay?'
'...no,' I admitted feebly. I didn't want to argue, not right now.
'Oh my, your bleeding!' the boy, who i've now noticed has dark red at the back of his hair, pulled a bandage off his right arm. 'I...i am..?' I then realized, i'd been digging my fingernails into my arms and blood was trickling down onto the rough terrain beneath me, '..oh... thanks...' I muttered, wrapping the bandage over my wound. I then noticed something on the boys arm. Thick, long crimson slashes covered his wrist. He followed my gaze and quickly pulled his sleeve down, 'My cat has issues,' he mumbled, standing up again. Why was this boy helping me when he obviously had problems of his own? 'Of course.' I raised my eyebrows, picking myself up off the floor once more. He didn't say anything after that, just stared down at the ground awkwardly. 'Umm... I'm Frank,' I smiled,
'Gerard,' He held out his hand,
'Cool name,' I grinned creepily, shaking his soft hand. He shrugged, which made me giggle like a blonde-haired blue-eyed slaggy teenage girl. Oh, what a great first impression I'm making.
Gerards POV.
I stared curiously at Frank, a boy i'd just met. His eyes still glistened slightly from tears, but he seemed to have cheered up. 'Umm.. I'm Frank,' He smiled, breaking the silence.
'Gerard,' I replied, sticking my hand out,
'Cool name,' His smile reached his big (in a good way) eyes and he slid his hand into mine, shaking it weakly. I shrugged, which made him chuckle. He was quite small, with black and red hair, (much like mine - except the red on his was on the sides and he had a side fringe with a small mohawk) 'Wait, why aren't you at school?' I questioned, his face went beetroot,
'I... umm... I dont like school, it.. i.. i dont really have many... friends... school has nothing... for me, that is..' He shuffled on his feet. Bless. 'What about you? why aren't you at school?'
'Oh... THis is the only time i can really practise my, umm...' I held up my sketchbook and his eyes widened,
'You draw? May I see?' He was already reaching out for my book so I gave it to him,
'They aren't very good, just doodles...' I shrgged (again) like it was nothing. But it wasn't, i'd spent hours on some of those drawings.
'Wow...' He flicked through endless pages with a childish grin plastered on his face, 'These are bloody amazing, Gerard!!!'
'I'm glad ou think so,' I grinned,
'...w-ho... whos t-that...?' His face fell and he pointed to a portrait of a beautiful girl with dark brown hair, a childish grin on her face (much like the one Frank was pulling moments before) and deep intense green eyes. 'oh, she's just this girl I know,' I snatched the book back and looked at the portrait once more, I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I wiped it away angrily. 'I better go to school.... My mum would kill me if she knew i'd bunked, again, bye Gerard. It was nice meeting you!' He said quickly, before sprinting over the park and out of sight.
OOOH! Who is this girl? ;) Next chapter should be up tonight or tomorrow(:
I hope you liked it! And if you did, i'd actually like some reviews xD and some rates! Pretty please with a frankie on top? ^_^
XO
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