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Title: Skylines & Turnstiles.
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dyingfastx_x
Pairing: Gerard/Frank.
Rating: eh, about PG-13. going to get better. :] hah.
POV: Thrid Person, Gerard.
Summary: Everything was going good for Gerard. His life was going in a great direction. Until one morning, he was on the Ferry on the Hudson River, over-looking Jersey City, and New York City. Gerard witnessed something, that would change his life, forever.
Disclaimer: Based on a couple true facts... but mainly bluffage! :]
Author's Notes: Umm, well, this is my first Gerard/Frank story, and I just love the song 'Skylines & Turnstiles' and one the other day, it just hit me, 'Steph! you should make a story that goes to this!' and I decided too. Plus a lot of my friends enjoyed it. So, hopefully you all will too! :D [comments would be appreciated. Thank You!]
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[10 Mar 2007|10:18am] |
Title: Skylines & Turnstiles.
Author: dyingfastx_x
Pairing: Gerard/Frank.
Rating: eh, about PG-13. going to get better. :] hah.
POV: Thrid Person, Gerard.
Summary: Everything was going good for Gerard. His life was going in a great direction. Until one morning, he was on the Ferry on the Hudson River, over-looking Jersey City, and New York City. Gerard witnessed something, that would change his life, forever.
Disclaimer: Based on a couple true facts... but mainly bluffage! :]
Author's Notes: Umm, well, this is my first Gerard/Frank story, and I just love the song 'Skylines & Turnstiles' and one the other day, it just hit me, 'Steph! you should make a story that goes to this!' and I decided too. Plus a lot of my friends enjoyed it. So, hopefully you all will too! :D [comments would be appreciated. Thank You!]
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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[06 Mar 2007|06:30pm] |
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Title: Skylines & Turnstiles.
Author: dyingfastx_x
Pairing: Gerard/Frank.
Rating: eh, about PG-13. going to get better. :] hah.
POV: Thrid Person, Gerard.
Summary: Everything was going good for Gerard. His life was going in a great direction. Until one morning, he was on the Ferry on the Hudson River, over-looking Jersey City, and New York City. Gerard witnessed something, that would change his life, forever.
Disclaimer: Based on a couple true facts... but mainly bluffage! :]
Author's Notes: Umm, well, this is my first Gerard/Frank story, and I just love the song 'Skylines & Turnstiles' and one the other day, it just hit me, 'Steph! you should make a story that goes to this!' and I decided too. Plus a lot of my friends enjoyed it. So, hopefully you all will too! :D [comments would be appreciated. Thank You!]
Chapter 1
( Chapter 2 )
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Title: Skylines & Turnstiles.
Author: dyingfastx_x
Pairing: Gerard/Frank.
Rating: eh, about PG-13. going to get better. :] hah.
POV: Thrid Person, Gerard.
Summary: Everything was going good for Gerard. His life was going in a great direction. Until one morning, he was on the Ferry on the Hudson River, over-looking Jersey City, and New York City. Gerard witnessed something, that would change his life, forever.
Disclaimer: Based on a couple true facts... but mainly bluffage! :]
Author's Notes: Umm, well, this is my first Gerard/Frank story, and I just love the song 'Skylines & Turnstiles' and one the other day, it just hit me, 'Steph! you should make a story that goes to this!' and I decided too. Plus a lot of my friends enjoyed it. So, hopefully you all will too! :D [comments would be appreciated. Thank You!]
( Chapter 1 )
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[19 Nov 2006|09:39pm] |
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Title: Different Day, Same Story, Not Really.
Author: dyingfastx_x
Pairing: David/Pierre
Rating: PG-13 for now.
POV: Mainly David's.
Summary: David always had the same routine, everyday. Nothing ever changed. Until one morning, something happens. He meets this kid, whom he doesn't want to even talk too... But then they become friends, maybe more than friends?
Disclaimer: None of this is true. :]
Author's Notes: I hope you like it!! Con-Crit is welcome. Comments would be lovely.
( Chapter 1 )
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Title: Different Day, Same Story, Not Really.
Author: dyingfastx_x
Pairing: David/Pierre
Rating: PG-13 for now.
POV: Mainly David's.
Summary: David always had the same routine, everyday. Nothing ever changed. Until one morning, something happens. He meets this kid, whom he doesn't want to even talk too... But then they become friends, maybe more than friends?
Disclaimer: None of this is true. :]
Author's Notes: I hope you like it!! Con-Crit is welcome. Comments would be lovely.
( Chapter 1 - I walked out to my car, thinking it was just another day, same as usual. But boy was I wrong. I got in the car, only to think, something wasn't right. )
I walked out to my car, thinking it was just another day, same as usual. Wake up, get ready for work, get on the road, get coffee from starbucks, and then off to work I go. But boy was I wrong. I got in the car, only to think, something wasn't right. But all I did was disreguard the feeling and didn't let it stop me. I drove down the road, and pulled into the parking lot of Starbucks. I never liked coffee too much, but once i started working, i kind of got used to it. As I walked into Starbucks, I couldn't help but notice, a huge scratch on the front of my car.
"Holy shit. What the fuck happened to my fucking car?!" I exclaimed. I never saw such a scratch! I just looked at it, starring... nothing going through my mind. This was going to cost a lot to fix... and at the moment, i wasn't making the money i should've been making. I just sat there. All of a sudden... a young man, about my age, walked over to me.
"Hey, are you alright? Do you need help with something?" he asked.
"Uh, no! I'm fine! Just relaxing!" I replied. Being my stupid self. Not accepting help from anyone.
"Are you sure? 'Cause, you've been sitting here, cursing off your car for about 15 minutes..." he replied.
"Listen bud, I'm just having some trouble. But I'll be fine. Alright? So be a good kid, and leave me alone." I stated.
"Okay, but if you decide to let someone help you, come on over. I work across the street at the record store. Alright? And I must say, someone is grumpy in the morning..." he said.
"Listen, I'm not grumpy in the morning, or anything like that. I just... what the hell am I saying? And why the hell are you still here?!" I shouted.
"Whoa, man. Alright. You know what? I'm outta here."
"Good! And don't come back! UGHHHHHHH!" I was in no mood to say anything else to anyone. I loved how all this started with a scratch on my car.
Anyways, I stood up, walked inside and got a cup of coffee, black with a little bit of splenda. I was frozen from standing outside for so long without a meaning. The more i kept thinking about what happened, the more i kept thinking about that kid. There was something about him that just wouldn't leave my mind. Maybe it was how he was so nice to me, even when i was mean to him, or maybe it was just him trying to help me out, and me rejecting it. I honestly did not know.
I then didn't know what I was doing. Next thing I knew, I was across the street at the record store, looking for that kid. Someone else walked up to me, a younger girl.
"Excuse me, sir? Can I help you with something?" she asked.
"Umm, no. I was just leaving." But before I could exit, that kid showed up.
"So, Mr. Grumpy needs some help after all? Right?" he said, jokingly.
"Umm, I'm not grumpy, okay?! I just, well, yes I need help... I just didn't want to ask for it..." I replied.
"Oh, man, it's alright... But what do you need help with?" he asked.
"Well, you see, I'm already late for work, and there is this huge scratch on the front of my car and iI have no idea how it got there... And i just... I don't know what to do, and I'm sorry if I'm just rambling on, but that is something I do when I'm nervous... And, well, I don't have enough money at the moment to fix my car, my job is going horribly... and I just don't know what to do anymore..." I explained.
"Oh, I'm sorry... Listen. Why don't I come look at your car, and I'll see if maybe I can help you out. Alright?" he offered.
"Thanks, alright... You sure your up for it? I mean, you don't have to help me..."
"I know, but, I kinda want too..." he answered.
I was shocked. This kid was one kid who was not scared of me. One kid that actually wanted to help me. He looked pretty cute with his hair all messed up from his red hat, and he was very muscular, I must say, this made me kind of curious to see what this kid could do...
"Okay, well, let's go then. Oh, by the way, I'm David. David Desrosiers." I replied.
"I'm Pierre. Pierre Bouvier." he said.
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We then walked over to my car. Just thinking about us. This is great. I meet this great guy, and now he's going to think I'm some sort of physco. He checked out my car and said he'd be able to fix it. I told him I'd have no way of paying for it, but he insisted. He told me as long as I promised him a date. Now, when I say date, I mean hang out. Not Love-date. No. Of course not. Why would someone as muscular and jock-like as him, want to date some skinny, pale, emo kid like me... I promised him some time to hang out, and he promised to fix my car for me. I was so shocked to see how nice this kid was being to me. I figured something had to be going on... And I was determind to find out...
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[05 Sep 2006|04:33pm] |
Title: You're Missing
Author: dyingfastx_x
Paring: David/Pierre, David/Chuck.
Rating: PG -13 to R
POV: David's [mostly]
Summary: David always had an easy life. Until the time came for him to move away from his home, and his friends.
Disclaimer: I never wrote something like this before. haha. None of it is true.
Author's Notes: I hope you like it, and con-crit is acceptable! :D
( Moving away from home was not best for David Desrosiers )
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i like to write poetry, and this is something i wrote because i was bored, but i thought it would be interesting to make it go further and deeper.
so i did that.
please, read it and let me know wht you think!
:D
[and this is not true by anymeans, and not about me, i just like writing about sad things.]
life in general, not something i am fond of.
the way it goes, never right, never wrong.
has its ups, has its downs.
never goes the way i want.
it changes every chance it gets,
no matter what i try to do to make it stop.
i hear a call, from myself.
but not loud enough, for me to listen to it.
i cry alone.
not knowing what to do.
scar my wrist once again?
or just end it right now, not delaying my time with more marks.
i cant choose.
another mark added to this pale skin of mine.
nothing seems to take the pain away.
nothing seems to make life better.
everything always goes so wrong.
i stare into space once again.
thinking of my choices of death.
thinking what to write in my note.
i grab the sharpie off my dresser.
i start of with this:
'mom&dad, i am sorry for this,
i can't explain to you why i did this,
you would never understand.
though i shall try,
since you will never see me again,
people don't see me as i want to be seen,
i get pushed around,
i get called names i really don't want you to know of,
i get picked on for everything i try to do,
whether it be right or wrong,
you never understand,
what i try to say,
so everynight before i'd go to bed,
one more mark was made onto my skin,
one more mark to remind me,
one more mark as a scar,
one more mark to show the pain i feel,
though i can't go on anymore,
and i hate that i must end my life now,
and this way,
but i thought this over many times,
and this is the one thing i know i must do now,
to end this nightmare i am living,
for the time is right,
so as your daughter,
i am begging you not to cry,
though i am right now as i write this,
listening to the water filling the bathtub,
and please,
when you see me,
don't try to save me,
for when i am found,
there will be no coming back,
i love you,
and i'm sorry,
sorry for not being that perfect daughter,
sorry for not being that perfect friend,
sorry for not being who i wanted to be,
and most of all,
sorry for what i am about to do.'
i thought and thought.
maybe that letter was not the best idea.
but i kept with it anyway.
for the longer i waited,
the more chances of people coming home,
to find me about to kill myself.
and i can't take that chance.
i run into the kitchen,
then back into my room.
i must end this now.
now is my only chance,
for i will never attempt this again.
so please,
may it work.
or shall i live this nightmare forever,
and never find peace in my life.
holding the knife in my hands,
i cut my wrists,
both of them.
in every single spot.
blood streaming down my arms.
making puddles of blood on the floor.
then step into the bathtub,
filled with water,
lay there.
the pain hurting, yet feeling so good.
i'm happy knowing this nightmare is almost over.
just a couple more seconds and i am history.
i attempt to drown myself,
yet i am too scared.
'i can't do this.' i think to myself.
'oh yes i can...' i think to myself once again.
i grab the blow-dryer off the sink.
plug it in, turn it on.
get ready to drop it into the tub,
but i decide to cut myself more.
to show them how hurt i was by life.
then.
the blow-dryer falls in.
i'm dead.
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[24 Aug 2006|07:18pm] |
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Title: So Save Your Breath
Author: dyingfastx_x and okcommercial
Paring: Gerard/Frank, Gerard/Billie Joe, Frank/David, Billie Joe/David
Rating: PG -13 to R
POV: Third Person
Summary: Life on tour isn't always as good as it seems. Gerard and Frank get into an argument, and their relationship starts falling to pieces. Frank tries to move on and winds up settling for David, while Gerard falls into the arms of Billie Joe, looking for comfort. However, no matter how hard they try, things start to twist and turn, and eventually, a love circle forms.
Disclaimer: We've never written anything as fake as this in our whole life. None of it is true.
Author's Notes: Our eyes hurt from replacing commas and apostrophes. You wouldn't want to make
us cry by meaning, right? Heh, con-crit is welcome. :]
Chapter 1
( Chapter 2- Sometimes when you love someone, you have to let them go. If they come back to you, then they're yours, if they don't, then they never were... )
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Title: So Save Your Breath
Author: dyingfastx_x and okcommercial
Paring: Gerard/Frank, Gerard/Billie Joe, Frank/David, Billie Joe/David
Rating: PG -13 to R
POV: Third Person
Summary: Life on tour isn't always as good as it seems. Gerard and Frank get into an argument, and their relationship starts falling to pieces. Frank tries to move on and winds up settling for David, while Gerard falls into the arms of Billie Joe, looking for comfort. However, no matter how hard they try, things start to twist and turn, and eventually, a love circle forms.
Disclaimer: We've never written anything as fake as this in our whole life. None of it is true.
Author's Notes: This is basically the product of insomnia at four in the morning and the sudden idea to write a fanfic together. Neither of us has ever posted before, so please be gentle, but con-crit and any suggestions would be really helpful. :]
( Chapter One- The atmosphere of a tour is always crazy, fun even, and sometimes tiring, but life is good on tour. )
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[01 Aug 2006|10:46pm] |
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hi. i am very very very bored.
there is literally nothing to do.
NOTHINGGGGGGGGGGGG.
oh and i am fuckin pissed like crazzzzy.
i was supposed to be going to warped.. adn yea now im not allowed to.
so i am pretty pissed off.
and i want to go sooooo bad.
fuckin' parents.
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any-who!
i'm dying my hair blue [tealish] tomorrow.
and i'm very excitedddd!!
so thats all for now...
oh and:
SIMPLE PlAN AND PARAMORE AND THE RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCEEE ARE AMAZAZINGGGGG.
:]]
<3
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