Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Skylines and Turnstiles (Gerard's first love)
"you really need to calm down, it's just a girl!" lectured ray
"but she's not JUST a girl" i argued
"huh?"
"I think she's THE girl"
"whatever"
I'm just standing at the mirror, fixing my eyeliner, and primping my hair,
I'm wearing a black zip- up hoodie with skeleton parts on it, black pants, white belt, god, i feel so freaked out, he's right, she is just a girl...
but, there's something special about her, she's just so... real...
i can't describe it... she's just... different somehow...
bah! this is useless, i mess up my hair for the hundreth time, and walk out the door,
at the park( i made sure i was early)
i sit on the swings, and think about what i should say...
how are you supposed to tell her that she's so special?
pretty soon i hear a rustling in the hedge, then she comes through, with ripped jeans with pockets embellished with a skull with a rose in it's mouth, a heartagram tee, and black armwarmers.
we head over to the amusement park, and i let her decide what to do, so we end up riding 4 different rollercoasters 3 different times, the detonator once and then we shared a huge cuppa dip 'n dots, damn, those are good!!!
after that the park closed, but neither of us want to leave, we go to the park, and sit on the swings, i get up and push her, i still don't know how to tell her she's the only one, but then she says,
"um, gerard?"
"yeah?"
"i... we..."
"i know! i feel the same way"
"you do?"
"yeah!!"
i stop pushng the swing, she stands up, and walks up to me, and i fold her into my arms, she smells more like an amusement park this time, not really sweaty, but i can smell the funnel cake on her...
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note to self:
I miss you terribly
this is what:
we call a tragedy
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"but she's not JUST a girl" i argued
"huh?"
"I think she's THE girl"
"whatever"
I'm just standing at the mirror, fixing my eyeliner, and primping my hair,
I'm wearing a black zip- up hoodie with skeleton parts on it, black pants, white belt, god, i feel so freaked out, he's right, she is just a girl...
but, there's something special about her, she's just so... real...
i can't describe it... she's just... different somehow...
bah! this is useless, i mess up my hair for the hundreth time, and walk out the door,
at the park( i made sure i was early)
i sit on the swings, and think about what i should say...
how are you supposed to tell her that she's so special?
pretty soon i hear a rustling in the hedge, then she comes through, with ripped jeans with pockets embellished with a skull with a rose in it's mouth, a heartagram tee, and black armwarmers.
we head over to the amusement park, and i let her decide what to do, so we end up riding 4 different rollercoasters 3 different times, the detonator once and then we shared a huge cuppa dip 'n dots, damn, those are good!!!
after that the park closed, but neither of us want to leave, we go to the park, and sit on the swings, i get up and push her, i still don't know how to tell her she's the only one, but then she says,
"um, gerard?"
"yeah?"
"i... we..."
"i know! i feel the same way"
"you do?"
"yeah!!"
i stop pushng the swing, she stands up, and walks up to me, and i fold her into my arms, she smells more like an amusement park this time, not really sweaty, but i can smell the funnel cake on her...
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXx
note to self:
I miss you terribly
this is what:
we call a tragedy
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