Demolition Lovers
Lloyd Dobbler
OKAY SO HI I HAVEN'T WRITTEN A CHAPTER IN OVER A YEAR SORRY BUT IT'S INTERNATIONAL MCR AND I THOUGHT HEY WHY NOT SO IF THIS SUCKS I'M SORRY BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT :) AND IF YOU DO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE WITH IT OR NOT BC YEAH
Smash. My face burns an angry red as Frank looks from me to the broken vase behind him in horror. "What. The. Fuck. Were. You. Thinking." A small smirk twitches onto his lips, so small I almost didn't detect it. Almost. I took a step towards him, and he took one back, realising he was in deep shit. This continued until he was pressed flush against the wall, me breathing angrily in his face. He looked down into my eyes, fear evident, accompanied by a smug twinkle. "What the fuck were you thinking, Frank?!" His expression changed into a most innocent pout as he leaned down and mumbled, "It's not like you didn't enjoy yourself." smack. My hand collided with his cheek and as quickly as tears welled in my eyes, a small, but impressive, hand-shaped welt rose up on his pained face. I turned on my heel to leave the room. "Wait! Stormi, I'm sorry!" I ignored him and continued parading out. A hand grabbed my wrist and I desperately tried to free myself. "Save it, Frank." I spat. "No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I rolled my eyes. "You've been here barely a week and all you've done is try to get in my pants. You haven't spent time with me. You don't know my hobbies, or anything about me. And you sure as hell don't respect me. You're a pig, Frank Iero. Leave me alone." The hurt look on his face instantly turned to one of rage. "If all I wanted was to get you in bed, I would've had you there on day one." The venom spewed from his mouth, I felt my chest tearing apart, and my tears that had been threatening to spill, finally did.
I found myself in the next room over, door-locked, blaring Siamese Dream on my boom box and sketching angrily. I looked at the clock, hours had passed and it was nearly 12:00. Well, Frank's oughta be asleep. If he's even still here. After putting on my comfiest pair of pjs and removing my smeared makeup, I made my way downstairs to grab a tub of chocolate icecream and put on Pumpkinhead. Just as I was opening the icecream, I noticed a stickynote on top. I peeled it off and turned on a light.
Stormi,
I don't know what time it is but I knew you'd come for the icecream at some point. Come outside. I have something for you. I honestly am really sorry and I know you might think I can't make it up to you, and maybe you're right, but at least let me try. Your mom has been sending mine pictures of you for years, I've watched you grow up and have always been curious about the pretty girl on the fridge. When I finally met you, I got carried away. Instead of a pretty girl, I came to meet a beautiful woman, and I got carried away. You deserve more than that.
xofrnk
Sighing, I decided to see if he was actually in the yard at 1 AM. I opened the door and peeked my head through. There, in the middle of the night was Frank, sleeping in a lawnchair in a buttonup shirt. I closed the door and he woke abruptly, jumping up and rubbing his eyes. I crossed my arms and he smiled shyly. Frank scrambled for a moment, looking for something, I heard a long zip noise as he retrieved a guitar from what I assumed was the case behind him. My eyes opened so wide I thought they'd pop out as he began serenading me loudly, outside, at the asscrack of dawn.
Why are you so far away?
Even when you're standing next to me?
Your eyes give you away,
Telling secrets when your mouth don't feel like talking.
And I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boom box out in the street.
And I'll be there if you need someone,
Even if he isn't me.
Lying in your bed
As lights dance across the ceiling.
And I listen to you breathe
Toss and turn in your sleep,
And I wish that you'd believe...
That I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boom box out in the street.
And I'll be there if you need someone,
Even if he isn't me.
There's a Norman Rockwell painting
Of two kids sitting on a bench.
It reminds me of all the stupid things
I'd like for us to share, but I don't care.
Smash. My face burns an angry red as Frank looks from me to the broken vase behind him in horror. "What. The. Fuck. Were. You. Thinking." A small smirk twitches onto his lips, so small I almost didn't detect it. Almost. I took a step towards him, and he took one back, realising he was in deep shit. This continued until he was pressed flush against the wall, me breathing angrily in his face. He looked down into my eyes, fear evident, accompanied by a smug twinkle. "What the fuck were you thinking, Frank?!" His expression changed into a most innocent pout as he leaned down and mumbled, "It's not like you didn't enjoy yourself." smack. My hand collided with his cheek and as quickly as tears welled in my eyes, a small, but impressive, hand-shaped welt rose up on his pained face. I turned on my heel to leave the room. "Wait! Stormi, I'm sorry!" I ignored him and continued parading out. A hand grabbed my wrist and I desperately tried to free myself. "Save it, Frank." I spat. "No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I rolled my eyes. "You've been here barely a week and all you've done is try to get in my pants. You haven't spent time with me. You don't know my hobbies, or anything about me. And you sure as hell don't respect me. You're a pig, Frank Iero. Leave me alone." The hurt look on his face instantly turned to one of rage. "If all I wanted was to get you in bed, I would've had you there on day one." The venom spewed from his mouth, I felt my chest tearing apart, and my tears that had been threatening to spill, finally did.
I found myself in the next room over, door-locked, blaring Siamese Dream on my boom box and sketching angrily. I looked at the clock, hours had passed and it was nearly 12:00. Well, Frank's oughta be asleep. If he's even still here. After putting on my comfiest pair of pjs and removing my smeared makeup, I made my way downstairs to grab a tub of chocolate icecream and put on Pumpkinhead. Just as I was opening the icecream, I noticed a stickynote on top. I peeled it off and turned on a light.
Stormi,
I don't know what time it is but I knew you'd come for the icecream at some point. Come outside. I have something for you. I honestly am really sorry and I know you might think I can't make it up to you, and maybe you're right, but at least let me try. Your mom has been sending mine pictures of you for years, I've watched you grow up and have always been curious about the pretty girl on the fridge. When I finally met you, I got carried away. Instead of a pretty girl, I came to meet a beautiful woman, and I got carried away. You deserve more than that.
xofrnk
Sighing, I decided to see if he was actually in the yard at 1 AM. I opened the door and peeked my head through. There, in the middle of the night was Frank, sleeping in a lawnchair in a buttonup shirt. I closed the door and he woke abruptly, jumping up and rubbing his eyes. I crossed my arms and he smiled shyly. Frank scrambled for a moment, looking for something, I heard a long zip noise as he retrieved a guitar from what I assumed was the case behind him. My eyes opened so wide I thought they'd pop out as he began serenading me loudly, outside, at the asscrack of dawn.
Why are you so far away?
Even when you're standing next to me?
Your eyes give you away,
Telling secrets when your mouth don't feel like talking.
And I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boom box out in the street.
And I'll be there if you need someone,
Even if he isn't me.
Lying in your bed
As lights dance across the ceiling.
And I listen to you breathe
Toss and turn in your sleep,
And I wish that you'd believe...
That I'll be your Lloyd Dobbler
With a boom box out in the street.
And I'll be there if you need someone,
Even if he isn't me.
There's a Norman Rockwell painting
Of two kids sitting on a bench.
It reminds me of all the stupid things
I'd like for us to share, but I don't care.
Notes
I know it's short but I thought I should add to it. Let me know if you'd like me to continue updating or not. Hope you liked it. Happy MCR Day!! :)
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9/26/14