"Let's take it from the top...... One, Two, Three, Four-" I said. My brother Mikey was doing bass, and my 2 friends were somewhat the guitarist's & back-up vocalists. Were in the basement, also known as my room.
I opened my mouth & started to sing, it's an old song that I wrote about her, but they don't know it.
"Well when you go, so never think I'll make you turn to stay.
And maybe when you get back, I'll be off to find another way.
When after all this time that you still owe,
Your still good for nothing I don't know.
So take your gloves & get out, get up while you can.
When you go, would you even turn to say,
I don't love you,
Like I did yesterday."
I stopped singing, but they kept playing. But when they stopped, everything just got quiet.
"You okay Gee?" said Frank, he put hishand on my shoulder, but I walked off back upstairs. They didn't follow, but luckily I had some room to breath. I can't stop thinking about the way she broke my heart for resons I don't know. Of course I cared about her, and maybe I wasn't making that obvious enough for her to even understand. I can't move on, I love her, but I don't at the same time.
"Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading..." Why can't I just-
She's nothing to me, and I'm nothing to her. I'm suprised she even remembered my name; and she didn't recognise me at all.

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That song I wrote about her, well theres plenty more where that came from; hate songs, love songs, & happy songs that I never sing. I need some air so I can think. I stood outside on my front lawn drinking a bottledwater I took from the fridge.
"Gerard, what's wrong?" said Ray.
"Nothing, I just need some time to think for a little bit."
"You can trust me, and I know somethings wrong because you never stop mid-song like that." I sat on the grass with him.
"Do you remember in high school when I used to date Harmony Greywald?" I took another drink.
"Yeah why, is this about her?" He sure caught on quick.
"She's back, and I can't get my mind off her. She's too much for me & I can't help but to relive the memories we shared." I took another drink.
"That's too bad Gerard, but... Who says you had too? I say, if you still have thing for her, ask for a second chance. Take her on a date, talk to her or something." But he did have a point, I did still like her.
"Well, I seen her at work and she didn't recognise me, but she recognised my name. Then she was like, 'I used to know a gut named Gerard!' & a bunch of other crap." Another drink.
"What does she do at work? Bartending?" he took a drink of my water and gave it back to me, were almost done with it.
"No, she's a stripper."
"Oh, well is she good?" We laughed a little at the awkwardness.
"I guess so, well she has a lot of friends & makes a lot of money so I assume she's good."
"I say that tomorrow, you should talk to her, and let her know you want to hang out, you-know, get to know her and catch up on things." Ray stood up and he helped me.
"Rally think she'll forgive me?" I asked.
"Your Gerard Way, of course dude, your hot."

Silence.

"I didn't mean for it to sound like that."

Notes

Oh Ray.