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Almost!Six Feet Under
When a devastating earthquake trikes New Jersey,Gerard and Frank are meant to survive with each other- but getting lost is not part of their plan.
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I haven’t actually written anything in this style, so I’ll give it my best shot.
This is sorta based off the movie ’Aftershock’. It’s a Chinese film, so I don’t know if any of you have ever seen it.
NO! No, this is not a 12, 21, 12 end of the Mayan world calendar thing. No.
As far as I know, the worst earthquake to ever strike New Jersey was in the late 1700’s. So obviously, this earthquake in the story is not real.
Also,very sorry for the way the pages are written, i was haveing major problems with the computer...Me being the guineas i am...
When a devastating earthquake strikes New Jersey, Gerard and Frank loose place of each other in order to survive...They can't see each other..ever...
Almost!Six Feet Under
Chapter One.
January 8th, 2010
The rumble of the quake can’t stop.
It won’t stop.
The Earth is punishing us
for stealing her wisdom and resources
just to destroy them again.
I would be fine with this.
I would be totally fine with this-
only if he was with me.
“Honey,smile for the camera.”Gerard and I sat in the dark photo booth, his arms around my waist.
“I am.I am.” I replied, but I wasn’t smiling. I wrapped my hands around his. On the first click of the camera, he was smiling, I wasn’t. On the second click of the camera I laughed hysterically. Gerard had moved his slimy lips to my neck. He knew my tickle spot.
“C’mere, you!” I shout before the third click and pull him into a tight hug; our faces were only mere inches apart. I slapped my lips onto his. We smooched on the forth click. Our tongues fought for dominance.
Someone knocked on the painted plastic that surrounded us, yelling to “Hurry up!” We just ignored them and continued to snog. Every time Gerard and I kissed, it felt as if I’ve known him his whole life. Almost like I can feel his secrets dripping into my mouth. Every breath, every touch is magnified by a thousand when they come from him.
I would be absoulutly nothing without him. He is the only hope for me, without him I’ll disappear. I know he feels it too. I know that for a fact, I can just taste it every time we kiss.
Gerard and I have been dating ever since high school. We’ve been engaged ever since freshmen year of collage. We are nearing the date of January fifteenth- the day of our wedding. Just one week from today.
I could just shriek with joy every single morning I wake up and see him lying in our bed together. I have always dreamed of him, and know he’s here with me and he’s never going to leave. Ever.
I know how selfish that sounds, but when you’re madly in love with your best friend that you happened to be marring, then come talk to me.
“Aww, this is so cute. You’re so cute…and photogenic.” I smirk as we both studied the pictures that just printed out. Gerard shakes his ebony hair out of his face using his head. He placed a quick kiss on my cheek and said,
“Naw, hun. It’s just you.” His velvet leathery voice rings through my eye drums. Humming. His voice is music to my ears. I can’t get enough of it. More pounding on the wall from the next customer and his girlfriend. “C’mon, sugar, we should go.” I place a tender kiss on his lips and we both stand up, adjourning from the photo booth.
The couple gave us very evil and dirty looks. The female was a bleach blonde bimbo and the male was a buff looking guy. The two were a perfect match. The male had dirty brown hair and he really did not like the look of us. He had the word ‘homophobic’ tattooed on his forehead. Not literally, but his expression spoke for itself. I only being five foot four and him being about ten feet did not give me any sort of advantage in a fight.
Gerard gripped my hand with almost all of his strength and tried to pull me away from
scene. The other man placed his hand on my chest and pushed me back.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” Gerard screamed the man. The man did not even care
what he had to say. He slammed me into the wall. Gerard went over to punch the other
man who had me pinned, but no avail. The guy punched Gerard first. I gasped loudly in
fear. Gerard covered his bloody nose with his hands and seeing Gerard hurt made me
angry. When I get angry, sometimes I can turn into the Hulk.
I lifted my knife to collide with his growing, but even before I could do that, he punched
me in the gut. I cried out this time in pain. He then punched my in the jaw. Hot sticky
tears began to bubble in my eyes.
The guy pulled out a knife and brought it to my face then whispered, “You ever bring that
here in my street again. I’ll cut ya up real good…faggot.” He gave me a tiny shove before
letting me go, dropping me clumsily to my feet.
I can’t find him.
I can’t find him.
That same rhythm
played through my head.
He’s gone.
The buildings around
have all collapsed
with more still tumbling down.
People screamed hystarically
and they cried like there was
no tomorrow.
in their case,
that may be true.
I walked around
the trembling rubble
in search for him.
No.
I cannot find him anywhere.
I join the people in sobs.
I simple cannot
live without him.
My husband is either
dead or alive.
Gerard was there to catch me from falling to the ground. We heard the blonde lady say,
“Come on, Todd. Let’s just go.” Her and Todd left from the scene.
“My goodness, Frankie. Are you okay?” Gerard whispered. I nodded and smiled. I was
okay. My face just stung a bit and my gut hurts too, but, I cannot change the past. I can
just accept it. “Wanna go home?” I nodded again…My face still did hurt, don’t get me
wrong.
Gerard drove the whole way home. We sang along to the radio- my voice not as heavenly
as his. When we got home, it was just about dinner time. Gerard began to cook the best
pasta in the world and I started to help. Actually, I meant, I began to sit in the kitchen and
watch him cook. Neither of us minded it really. Gerard loved to cook, and I, loved to
watch.
Gerard tossed me a plate of pasta and sat down at the table with his plate. The spaghetti
was delicious. Gerard was just delicious…
“Do we have any apples?” I asked Gerard and he looked into the fruit bowl. The bowl
only contained oranges, which I did not like.
“No, hun, I’m sorry. I promise that I will get you some tomorrow. I swear.” Gerard
winked an eye ball. He normally does that when he wants to give me a kiss, but he has
food and sloppy red sauce all over his face. I began to giggle. “What?” He smirked.
“Y-you,” I giggled even harder. “You have sauce all over your face!” Gerard giggled too
and cocked an eyebrow whilst doing so.
“Well, sugar, wanna lick it off?” He said in his deadly seductive voice. I left my chair and
slithered over to Gerard’s, straddling him. We were both grinning like idiots, we couldn’t
help it. I let my tongue drop from my mouth like a dog, and I began to lick Gerard’s lips.
They tasted amazing. I licked them clean and sloppy.
“Anything else need to be licked?” I whispered into his ear. I could feel blood, but I
didn’t care one bit. It felt so right and so natural just sitting with him. I could do it all
day.
“I can think of a few things…” Gerard replied back. I chuckled and once again, I threw
my lips at him. We both moaned with the tastes and want of each other. Awesome.
1
Febuary 1st, 2010
“Hello, honey. How was your day?” Gerard just arrived back from work at Barns and
Noble. He worked there with his younger brother, Mikey. Mikey was a real cool guy,
I thought he was pretty nice. Gerard bent over on the couch to give me a kiss.
“Great, yours?” I asked Gerard. I stroked one of his dark, raven locks behind his ear.
Gerard purred into my touch.
“Best. Now that I’m here with you.” Gerard pulled me into his lap so he could pet my
hair. I nuzzled my face into his shoulder. “Fuck. I’m hungry. You want somethin’ to
eat?” Gerard always had the best vocabulary when he was hungry. I shrugged.
“I guess…Any tomatoes or apples?” Gerard looked over my shoulder at the fruit bowl to
find…just oranges…
“I’m sorry sugar. Only oranges…hey, want some sugar?” I didn’t really mind that there
was no good fruit left. I wasn’t that hungry anyway.
“Only if it’s coming from you.” I kissed his lips and he pulled back shortly after.
“I promise I will buy more apples again, tomorrow.” I smiled and kissed him again, this
time it was not interrupted. Last time we ran out of fruit, he bought a whole box full of
apples even though he didn’t really like fruit as much.
We both had blood gush down south, and being newly weds, we were going to do
something about it. I began to tug at his lip, hard enough to keep the romance, but soft
enough to hurt him.
I was getting restless; I began to grind my hips against his. Slowly, he started to un
button my shirt. After a few tugs, my shirt was off, and so was his. I moaned and gasped
as he sucked on my olive skin; licking my neck to my chest.
After a minute or so, (or what felt like an eternity) we both found all of our clothes in a
heaping pile on the floor. Gerard was on top of me, prepping me for entrance. After
another minute, he lodged straight into my entrance. At first I moaned in pain, but after a
while or so, those moans flew into pleasure.
I could’ve sworn before my very own eyeballs that Gerard was so good, he even started
to rock the whole apartment. I heard more yelps and cries from outside…was he really
that damn good? But then the shakes grew larger and harder- but Gerard wasn’t moving. I
didn’t realize that though.
“Fuck.” He whispered.
Okay, I’m sorry that this chapter was boring. I just really needed to get that part past.
And hey, firsts always suck…
Next chapter will be more violence, gore, and action. Hold on to ye hats y’all, ‘cause
we’re going for a ride.
This is sorta based off the movie ’Aftershock’. It’s a Chinese film, so I don’t know if any of you have ever seen it.
NO! No, this is not a 12, 21, 12 end of the Mayan world calendar thing. No.
As far as I know, the worst earthquake to ever strike New Jersey was in the late 1700’s. So obviously, this earthquake in the story is not real.
Also,very sorry for the way the pages are written, i was haveing major problems with the computer...Me being the guineas i am...
When a devastating earthquake strikes New Jersey, Gerard and Frank loose place of each other in order to survive...They can't see each other..ever...
Almost!Six Feet Under
Chapter One.
January 8th, 2010
The rumble of the quake can’t stop.
It won’t stop.
The Earth is punishing us
for stealing her wisdom and resources
just to destroy them again.
I would be fine with this.
I would be totally fine with this-
only if he was with me.
“Honey,smile for the camera.”Gerard and I sat in the dark photo booth, his arms around my waist.
“I am.I am.” I replied, but I wasn’t smiling. I wrapped my hands around his. On the first click of the camera, he was smiling, I wasn’t. On the second click of the camera I laughed hysterically. Gerard had moved his slimy lips to my neck. He knew my tickle spot.
“C’mere, you!” I shout before the third click and pull him into a tight hug; our faces were only mere inches apart. I slapped my lips onto his. We smooched on the forth click. Our tongues fought for dominance.
Someone knocked on the painted plastic that surrounded us, yelling to “Hurry up!” We just ignored them and continued to snog. Every time Gerard and I kissed, it felt as if I’ve known him his whole life. Almost like I can feel his secrets dripping into my mouth. Every breath, every touch is magnified by a thousand when they come from him.
I would be absoulutly nothing without him. He is the only hope for me, without him I’ll disappear. I know he feels it too. I know that for a fact, I can just taste it every time we kiss.
Gerard and I have been dating ever since high school. We’ve been engaged ever since freshmen year of collage. We are nearing the date of January fifteenth- the day of our wedding. Just one week from today.
I could just shriek with joy every single morning I wake up and see him lying in our bed together. I have always dreamed of him, and know he’s here with me and he’s never going to leave. Ever.
I know how selfish that sounds, but when you’re madly in love with your best friend that you happened to be marring, then come talk to me.
“Aww, this is so cute. You’re so cute…and photogenic.” I smirk as we both studied the pictures that just printed out. Gerard shakes his ebony hair out of his face using his head. He placed a quick kiss on my cheek and said,
“Naw, hun. It’s just you.” His velvet leathery voice rings through my eye drums. Humming. His voice is music to my ears. I can’t get enough of it. More pounding on the wall from the next customer and his girlfriend. “C’mon, sugar, we should go.” I place a tender kiss on his lips and we both stand up, adjourning from the photo booth.
The couple gave us very evil and dirty looks. The female was a bleach blonde bimbo and the male was a buff looking guy. The two were a perfect match. The male had dirty brown hair and he really did not like the look of us. He had the word ‘homophobic’ tattooed on his forehead. Not literally, but his expression spoke for itself. I only being five foot four and him being about ten feet did not give me any sort of advantage in a fight.
Gerard gripped my hand with almost all of his strength and tried to pull me away from
scene. The other man placed his hand on my chest and pushed me back.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” Gerard screamed the man. The man did not even care
what he had to say. He slammed me into the wall. Gerard went over to punch the other
man who had me pinned, but no avail. The guy punched Gerard first. I gasped loudly in
fear. Gerard covered his bloody nose with his hands and seeing Gerard hurt made me
angry. When I get angry, sometimes I can turn into the Hulk.
I lifted my knife to collide with his growing, but even before I could do that, he punched
me in the gut. I cried out this time in pain. He then punched my in the jaw. Hot sticky
tears began to bubble in my eyes.
The guy pulled out a knife and brought it to my face then whispered, “You ever bring that
here in my street again. I’ll cut ya up real good…faggot.” He gave me a tiny shove before
letting me go, dropping me clumsily to my feet.
I can’t find him.
I can’t find him.
That same rhythm
played through my head.
He’s gone.
The buildings around
have all collapsed
with more still tumbling down.
People screamed hystarically
and they cried like there was
no tomorrow.
in their case,
that may be true.
I walked around
the trembling rubble
in search for him.
No.
I cannot find him anywhere.
I join the people in sobs.
I simple cannot
live without him.
My husband is either
dead or alive.
Gerard was there to catch me from falling to the ground. We heard the blonde lady say,
“Come on, Todd. Let’s just go.” Her and Todd left from the scene.
“My goodness, Frankie. Are you okay?” Gerard whispered. I nodded and smiled. I was
okay. My face just stung a bit and my gut hurts too, but, I cannot change the past. I can
just accept it. “Wanna go home?” I nodded again…My face still did hurt, don’t get me
wrong.
Gerard drove the whole way home. We sang along to the radio- my voice not as heavenly
as his. When we got home, it was just about dinner time. Gerard began to cook the best
pasta in the world and I started to help. Actually, I meant, I began to sit in the kitchen and
watch him cook. Neither of us minded it really. Gerard loved to cook, and I, loved to
watch.
Gerard tossed me a plate of pasta and sat down at the table with his plate. The spaghetti
was delicious. Gerard was just delicious…
“Do we have any apples?” I asked Gerard and he looked into the fruit bowl. The bowl
only contained oranges, which I did not like.
“No, hun, I’m sorry. I promise that I will get you some tomorrow. I swear.” Gerard
winked an eye ball. He normally does that when he wants to give me a kiss, but he has
food and sloppy red sauce all over his face. I began to giggle. “What?” He smirked.
“Y-you,” I giggled even harder. “You have sauce all over your face!” Gerard giggled too
and cocked an eyebrow whilst doing so.
“Well, sugar, wanna lick it off?” He said in his deadly seductive voice. I left my chair and
slithered over to Gerard’s, straddling him. We were both grinning like idiots, we couldn’t
help it. I let my tongue drop from my mouth like a dog, and I began to lick Gerard’s lips.
They tasted amazing. I licked them clean and sloppy.
“Anything else need to be licked?” I whispered into his ear. I could feel blood, but I
didn’t care one bit. It felt so right and so natural just sitting with him. I could do it all
day.
“I can think of a few things…” Gerard replied back. I chuckled and once again, I threw
my lips at him. We both moaned with the tastes and want of each other. Awesome.
1
Febuary 1st, 2010
“Hello, honey. How was your day?” Gerard just arrived back from work at Barns and
Noble. He worked there with his younger brother, Mikey. Mikey was a real cool guy,
I thought he was pretty nice. Gerard bent over on the couch to give me a kiss.
“Great, yours?” I asked Gerard. I stroked one of his dark, raven locks behind his ear.
Gerard purred into my touch.
“Best. Now that I’m here with you.” Gerard pulled me into his lap so he could pet my
hair. I nuzzled my face into his shoulder. “Fuck. I’m hungry. You want somethin’ to
eat?” Gerard always had the best vocabulary when he was hungry. I shrugged.
“I guess…Any tomatoes or apples?” Gerard looked over my shoulder at the fruit bowl to
find…just oranges…
“I’m sorry sugar. Only oranges…hey, want some sugar?” I didn’t really mind that there
was no good fruit left. I wasn’t that hungry anyway.
“Only if it’s coming from you.” I kissed his lips and he pulled back shortly after.
“I promise I will buy more apples again, tomorrow.” I smiled and kissed him again, this
time it was not interrupted. Last time we ran out of fruit, he bought a whole box full of
apples even though he didn’t really like fruit as much.
We both had blood gush down south, and being newly weds, we were going to do
something about it. I began to tug at his lip, hard enough to keep the romance, but soft
enough to hurt him.
I was getting restless; I began to grind my hips against his. Slowly, he started to un
button my shirt. After a few tugs, my shirt was off, and so was his. I moaned and gasped
as he sucked on my olive skin; licking my neck to my chest.
After a minute or so, (or what felt like an eternity) we both found all of our clothes in a
heaping pile on the floor. Gerard was on top of me, prepping me for entrance. After
another minute, he lodged straight into my entrance. At first I moaned in pain, but after a
while or so, those moans flew into pleasure.
I could’ve sworn before my very own eyeballs that Gerard was so good, he even started
to rock the whole apartment. I heard more yelps and cries from outside…was he really
that damn good? But then the shakes grew larger and harder- but Gerard wasn’t moving. I
didn’t realize that though.
“Fuck.” He whispered.
Okay, I’m sorry that this chapter was boring. I just really needed to get that part past.
And hey, firsts always suck…
Next chapter will be more violence, gore, and action. Hold on to ye hats y’all, ‘cause
we’re going for a ride.
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