If You're Real
Chapter 10
Before he walks out the room he pauses, then turns around and gives me a small wink. Oh my god.
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"You know on the news," someone says, "there was this man that got pregnant, it's so weird."
"The fuck?"
"Okay, so he was born as a male, but then he had a dick and a fanny..." someone laughs. What a prick. I listen to these crazy psychotic people laugh at this bullshit.
"So then he had sex and it turned out he had, like, a womb and everything so he got pregnant."
What the fuck is this? "So, like, could he have his own baby?" someone asks. "What do you mean," I say incredulously. "Cause he has a dick and a vagina, so he could have his own baby." I shake my head and grin. "That's crazy as fuck," I laugh. I cannot believe we are talking about this.
One of the glue sticks falls off the ceiling and hits a girl's head. Everyone bursts out laughing again and I sigh.
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It seems like me and Dr Iero are the only sane people here. I'd much rather hang out with Dr Iero than these crazies.
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[Dreaming]
Frank's throwing himself on top of Gerard, he's kissing him desperately and tells him how much he loves him. "I love you, so, so much Gee," he moans, "I love you." His brain is stoned... fucked up... he can't think straight. "I can't think straight, Gerard."
"Gerard, is it you or the drugs that's doing this to my head?" He chuckles and Gerard nips his nick, pulling a strangled moan from Frank's mouth. Frank just moves quietly against Gerard, grunting from time to time and letting Gerard take all control. Oh, it's so much better than all those fanfictions he's written alone in the corner of his room. Gerard's loud unhidden moans and the low noises deep in frank's throat. They're both intoxicated as fuck but they're both gonna remember this.
I wake up in a tangle of bedsheets and sweat. Fuck. Dr Iero is lying half a metre away from me on my bed. His beautiful face is staring right back at me. He's not real. I just know it. "Fuck off, Frank," I say to my beautiful hallucination. He makes a hurt expression.
"You're not real," I say, and he disappears. God, the things I would do to have the real Frank Iero next to me every morning. Well, for now this version is good enough for me.
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"You know on the news," someone says, "there was this man that got pregnant, it's so weird."
"The fuck?"
"Okay, so he was born as a male, but then he had a dick and a fanny..." someone laughs. What a prick. I listen to these crazy psychotic people laugh at this bullshit.
"So then he had sex and it turned out he had, like, a womb and everything so he got pregnant."
What the fuck is this? "So, like, could he have his own baby?" someone asks. "What do you mean," I say incredulously. "Cause he has a dick and a vagina, so he could have his own baby." I shake my head and grin. "That's crazy as fuck," I laugh. I cannot believe we are talking about this.
One of the glue sticks falls off the ceiling and hits a girl's head. Everyone bursts out laughing again and I sigh.
- - -
It seems like me and Dr Iero are the only sane people here. I'd much rather hang out with Dr Iero than these crazies.
- - -
[Dreaming]
Frank's throwing himself on top of Gerard, he's kissing him desperately and tells him how much he loves him. "I love you, so, so much Gee," he moans, "I love you." His brain is stoned... fucked up... he can't think straight. "I can't think straight, Gerard."
"Gerard, is it you or the drugs that's doing this to my head?" He chuckles and Gerard nips his nick, pulling a strangled moan from Frank's mouth. Frank just moves quietly against Gerard, grunting from time to time and letting Gerard take all control. Oh, it's so much better than all those fanfictions he's written alone in the corner of his room. Gerard's loud unhidden moans and the low noises deep in frank's throat. They're both intoxicated as fuck but they're both gonna remember this.
I wake up in a tangle of bedsheets and sweat. Fuck. Dr Iero is lying half a metre away from me on my bed. His beautiful face is staring right back at me. He's not real. I just know it. "Fuck off, Frank," I say to my beautiful hallucination. He makes a hurt expression.
"You're not real," I say, and he disappears. God, the things I would do to have the real Frank Iero next to me every morning. Well, for now this version is good enough for me.
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