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Married or Not,I Hate You

Friends Are Just The Beginning

My name is Gerard Way. I’m 19 years old,and just quit high school. I spend my days in the huge garden around the house. I rarely talk with anyone. It’s not like I hate everyone, I just don’t know how to talk with them. Whenever I do, I freak the fuck out and start getting agressive and arrogant. But flowers calm me down, they calm me down alot. I just feel very lonely.. I wish someone could understand.

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My eyes started hurting as I felt something bright hit them. I pinched them shut for a moment before opening them. Did I fall asleep outside again? I sat up and rubbed my eyes while yawning. The sun was burning hot, so I pulled off my black hoodie and tossed it on the grass. I’d been up since 9am and walked out in the garden to water the flowers. Then I lost track of time and fell asleep.

The past three days had been pretty stressing so I really needed the quiet time I could get. All this stress with marrying someone was so sudden.. And then Frank get the impression that I’m a homophobe. Well of course he does after a I call him fag and everything.. But I’m not really. I have nothing against him for being gay, but I’m just so nervous and stressed up!

Goddamnit,nothing goes as planned. I let out a sigh,rubbing my head. «Master Gerard,it’s time for dinner with the Iero’s. Mrs.Way has ordered me to make you look presentable.» The maid was standing in the entrance of the garden, looking at me.

The only reason why I didn’t snap at her was because she was the only one who were nice to me even though I never talked to her. I nodded and got up,then followed her to the dressing room.

She started picking clothes for me while I took a shower.

The steamy hot water poured down my body,causing me to relax again after the tension. It was so quiet in the shower, and it caused me to think again. Frank..What should I do about him? I mean,the only thing we have in common is flowers. Should I ask him to follow me to the garden after dinner and talk to him then? He’d probably be creeped out and think I’d wanna kill him.

I sighed.

What was I gonna do? It’s not like I can suddenly control myself and not be an ass to him.
When I thought about it, Frank had extremly pretty lips. And his hazel eyes that stared into mine almost made me melt on the ins—

What the fuck?

Stop thinking like you’re in love, Gerard. You wanna be his friend. Nothing more.Though,kissing Frank didn’t seem like a bad picture..

I slapped myself hardly in the face,gritting my teeth. Then I heard a knock on the door. «Master Gerard,I’ve prepeared your clothes. The dinner is in thirty minutes, please be ready till then.» The water was starting to make my skin wrinkly so I turned it off and stepped outside. The bathroom was steamy. It was a large room to be honest, and the walls were white. The floor was white as well. I liked studying rooms, but I didn’t have time for that now.. Besides, I've studied this bathroom many times before.

I dressed and got ready for the dinner. The mirror infront of me was so big that it showed my entire body. I looked down on myself and sighed. «Oh well,you look at least a little decent..» Then stepped out of my room and walked down the hall to the dinner room. I was careful to be precisly a little late.

The dinner hall wasn’t all that big,but bigger than most dinner halls. The walls were a a warm grey color,with dark brown curtains covering the long windows that showed right out to my beautiful garden.

I sighed as I walked past the window and sat down next to my father, directly infront of Frank. The table were long and thin, so my legs and Franks legs were almost touching. Mum and Linda were seated infront of eachother, and so dad and Mr.Iero. For some reason we were having vegetarian food, so when the vegitarian lasagna came I felt like gagging. But since I’ve decided to use some manners over this dinner, I didn’t. I looked over to Frank, who were staring down at his plate. He seemed to be very quiet. «Frank,would you like to tell us what has happened to your eye?» What? Why did mum ask that?

Frank looked up and I saw this huge bruise welling his left eye. Maybe that’s why he were so quiet.. We all waited patiently for a reply, but he simply just shrugged. Guessing he didn’t wanna talk about it, we all just let it be and we started eating.

Though it made me curious,did he get into a fight?

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