Ghost Stories
Chapter Sixteen: My Lawyer Made Me Change The Name of This Chapter So I Wouldn't Get Sued
Birdie spoke semi-sarcastically but I knew she was serious about The Master coming and that scared the living shit out of everyone seeing that they all have shocked looks on their faces including me.
Gerard's P.O.V
“Where’s Corin?” I spoke softly. “She’s resting down the hall, she’ll be okay, but anyway we now need to focus on making some sort of plan or else we’ll be in deep shit.” Birdie said, trying to put up a tough facade but I can tell that she’s truly afraid from the look in her eyes.
Hayley sighed as she tried to gather her thoughts, Pete still looked flustered and not his usual asshole self, and Frank was now just staring at me, studying my every move. I feel my usual cold cheeks heat up, everytime he looks at me I still blush. I probably look like a fool but Frank just makes me feel loved and comfortable wherever we are. He is the first person that has ever made me feel this way, and I just know one thing, I can’t lose him.
I am pulled from my thoughts when I feel a soft hand rest against my face. Glimmering eyes pierce into my soul, injecting me with love. Making me feel weightless. This love is addicting and intoxicating. Frank Iero is my heroin and I need a fix.
I decide to do something, I thought I would never get the chance to do. I quickly press my lips against his, pulling my hands to cup his pallid face as his arms immediately snake around my waist. He deepens the kiss taking full control. After a few moments of pure bliss, I break the kiss. I pull away, with a feeling of euphoria pulsating throughout my body. His arms are still around my waist as I rest my hands against his chest. I look up and stare into his eyes as a smile spreads across his face.
“That...that was amazing.” Frank breathed as he rested his forehead against mine. I grinned.
“I love you, Frankie.” I whispered.
“I love you too, Gee.” He spoke and in that moment we had forgotten about the room’s inhabitants as we heard a solitary slow clapping sound. Frank and I pulled apart as we looked in the direction of the noise. Pete was the one responsible as he stood there applauding.
“Beautiful, just beautiful.” He spoke sarcastically as he pretended to wipe a stray tear from his eye. Frank and I rolled our eyes as Hayley playfully slapped the back of Pete’s head.
“Shut up, Pete.” She laughed as he mouthed ‘ow’ and rubbed the back of his head.
“The others are waiting in the main hall, so can we please leave now?” Birdie said as we all nodded our heads and walked towards the wooden door, Frank grabbed my hand as we entwined our fingers.
We pushed through the crowds of corpses as I realized that it was a little more chaotic than usual and the expression on their faces was one of panic. Fearful that The Master could be arriving at any moment. I slightly shuddered at the thought, I’ve never seen him but I know what his army of darkness is capable of. Memories of it’s tight claws wrapping around my throat and throwing me against the wall come flooding back. The pain was unbearable, the fear was unmeasurable.
It’s something I never want to relive. Frank squeezed my hand reminding me of the love I never want to let go of as we made our way up the familiar black porcelain steps. Bursting into the meeting room and gathering around the round table.
Brendon, Marilyn, and Jared were already there conversing about what needs to be done. But I noticed a frail looking girl in the corner of the room. Her long raven black hair draped across her shoulders, she was already cloaked in a black parade uniform and black ripped tights completed with combat boots.
Her eyes darted nervously around the room until Pete walked up besides her and rested a hand upon her shoulder. She immediately looked relieved at just the sight of him which I found rather odd considering he’s usually a major dick. But around her, he seemed different dare I say even sweet? I could not hear what they were saying but in Pete’s eyes I saw something I never thought I would see, love.
Gerard's P.O.V
“Where’s Corin?” I spoke softly. “She’s resting down the hall, she’ll be okay, but anyway we now need to focus on making some sort of plan or else we’ll be in deep shit.” Birdie said, trying to put up a tough facade but I can tell that she’s truly afraid from the look in her eyes.
Hayley sighed as she tried to gather her thoughts, Pete still looked flustered and not his usual asshole self, and Frank was now just staring at me, studying my every move. I feel my usual cold cheeks heat up, everytime he looks at me I still blush. I probably look like a fool but Frank just makes me feel loved and comfortable wherever we are. He is the first person that has ever made me feel this way, and I just know one thing, I can’t lose him.
I am pulled from my thoughts when I feel a soft hand rest against my face. Glimmering eyes pierce into my soul, injecting me with love. Making me feel weightless. This love is addicting and intoxicating. Frank Iero is my heroin and I need a fix.
I decide to do something, I thought I would never get the chance to do. I quickly press my lips against his, pulling my hands to cup his pallid face as his arms immediately snake around my waist. He deepens the kiss taking full control. After a few moments of pure bliss, I break the kiss. I pull away, with a feeling of euphoria pulsating throughout my body. His arms are still around my waist as I rest my hands against his chest. I look up and stare into his eyes as a smile spreads across his face.
“That...that was amazing.” Frank breathed as he rested his forehead against mine. I grinned.
“I love you, Frankie.” I whispered.
“I love you too, Gee.” He spoke and in that moment we had forgotten about the room’s inhabitants as we heard a solitary slow clapping sound. Frank and I pulled apart as we looked in the direction of the noise. Pete was the one responsible as he stood there applauding.
“Beautiful, just beautiful.” He spoke sarcastically as he pretended to wipe a stray tear from his eye. Frank and I rolled our eyes as Hayley playfully slapped the back of Pete’s head.
“Shut up, Pete.” She laughed as he mouthed ‘ow’ and rubbed the back of his head.
“The others are waiting in the main hall, so can we please leave now?” Birdie said as we all nodded our heads and walked towards the wooden door, Frank grabbed my hand as we entwined our fingers.
We pushed through the crowds of corpses as I realized that it was a little more chaotic than usual and the expression on their faces was one of panic. Fearful that The Master could be arriving at any moment. I slightly shuddered at the thought, I’ve never seen him but I know what his army of darkness is capable of. Memories of it’s tight claws wrapping around my throat and throwing me against the wall come flooding back. The pain was unbearable, the fear was unmeasurable.
It’s something I never want to relive. Frank squeezed my hand reminding me of the love I never want to let go of as we made our way up the familiar black porcelain steps. Bursting into the meeting room and gathering around the round table.
Brendon, Marilyn, and Jared were already there conversing about what needs to be done. But I noticed a frail looking girl in the corner of the room. Her long raven black hair draped across her shoulders, she was already cloaked in a black parade uniform and black ripped tights completed with combat boots.
Her eyes darted nervously around the room until Pete walked up besides her and rested a hand upon her shoulder. She immediately looked relieved at just the sight of him which I found rather odd considering he’s usually a major dick. But around her, he seemed different dare I say even sweet? I could not hear what they were saying but in Pete’s eyes I saw something I never thought I would see, love.
I like the 2nd and 5th ones :)
7/9/15