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Saturday Night

Tiny Vessels

So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me -DeathCabForCutie//TINYVESSELS


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3rd Person POV

Lindsey opened the door to her house. The aroma seeping into both of their noses. Gerard crinkled his nose, "Bleach."

Lindsey rolled her eyes at him. "Don't." she muttered.

"What?!" Gerard feigned innocence.

"It's a nice house! It's clean.. white walls, red carpet."

"Was the carpet originally white as well??" Gerard giggled.

Lindsey growled, "I should have never let you go through my bag."

Gerard encored her, swatting his hand in the air.. dismissing it.

"I knew there was something different about you."

"There nothing different about me. I'm just like anyone else."

Gerard snorted. "You're a murderer."

"And you aren't scared?" she put a hand on her hip.

"I already told you, I'm no better. It's my damn fault Frank's out there on his own."

"..How is it your fault Gerard?" Lindsey bit her lip.
Gerard shook his head. "Can't tell you."
Lindsey nodded her head.

"Some things are better kept secret.. right?" he laughed, she nodded her head.

She in fact had her own secret.
"So.. did you stuff her down the toilet?"

"Some things are better kept secret." she retorted.

Gerard groaned. "But.. I wanna know!"

"You're such a hypocrite."

"Fine." Gerard's voice lost all emotion as he hobbled over to the kitchen.

Lindsey followed him, "Don't be such a brat."

" 'm not!"

"..I stuffed a video camera down her throat and broke a mirror.. took one of the shards, and slit her throat so the camera fell out.. and broke.. and then I-.." Lindsey stopped herself and looked back at Gerard, who was biting his nails.

"Wow.. what was going through your head?"

"She thought I tried to killed you, I had just gotten faced fucked by a doctor so you could go free."

Gerard shook his head. "You didn't have to do that.."

"Shut up, it already happened..I can still feel his...on my lips." Lindsey stared at her shoes and uncomfortably rubbed her arms.

Gerard felt like laughing, but he knew.. she had too much emotion, the opposite of him.

If he did anything but comfort her, he'd be back in the hospital bed.

And that's why he needed to play her like a flute.

Gerard moved closer to Lindsey and slowly gave her a hug.

She stopped sniffling and stared at Gerard.
Like she had just discovered the answer to the worlds most hardest equations.

Gerard noticed her reaction, he gave her the same look. But it didn't mean a thing to him.

He needed her to kill Mikey.

She smiled and stared at Gerard's lips. They were still embraced in each others arms.
Gerard took it as a queue.

He leaned in and kissed her.

He felt repulsed, but soon eased in as Lindsey sinful tongue slipped into his mouth.

At first it was meaningful, but it soon turned nasty.

Gerard's hands explored her body, pushing the rights button all the time.

Lindsey withered under him and snaked her hands up the back of his shirt.

Gerard eventually pulled away to take off his shirt, surprised to see Lindsey doing the same thing.

"This is escalating quickly." she laughed nervously.

"But you want it don't you?" Gerard whispered in her ear.

Lindsey moaned involuntarily, and nodded her head.

Gerard grabbed her hand and put it on his bulge. Of course he was thinking about Frank.
She rubbed him as another one of her hands slipped easily under her skirt.

"Fuck ..I..-."she gasped.

"Ssh-sshh-ssh.. baby." Gerard moaned, closing his eyes and picturing Frank.

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Frank's POV - skip forward a month later-

It was June, school had ended, and my life and career have been destroyed by what I am now..
And for that I'm really skinny.

I cant bring myself to kill too much people anymore.

I try not to eat that much and that resulted to me being underfed.
My cheeks were now all sunken in and now I've got deep dark hollow eyes.

As this was also caused by the lack of food, it was also because of the addiction I'd formed in the last month of being alone and miserable.

Gerard never came looking for me. Hell I don't even know if he's alive. I thought he was dead.. he might be dead.. but I still feel his presence.. all the time.. I can still hear his beating heart. Which always makes me hungry.

The feeling also leaving me lonely, and that is a lot lately. It's starting to hurt and the saying that time heals all wounds is merely a lie. It is a fucking lie.

I miss Gerard like it was the day of yesterday.

So much I've tried everything in book.

Razors, pills, jumping off bridges.
But immortality always gets the better of me, and I'm always left feeling more pain then I had before.

So that's when I tried to stop drinking my only source of energy, blood.

After I had spent some time wandering through some remote areas.. crawling through some ditches.. of the city, it already became dark.

So I decided to go to the center of town where everybody has been busy going out.

I decided to walk into a less crowded bar and he walked to a barstool on the corner of the bar, I was going to do the only thing that kept my mind of Gerard.

Straight ass alcohol.

“One shot of vodka.. with a lime “ I commanded.

"Coming up.” The girl behind the counter answered. I watched her walk away and make my drink.

While I waited for his whiskey, I spotted a strange figure walking into the bar.

He looked around him as if he was being watched.

He had his hood on and his coat was zipped up.

He walked to a shadowy and dark area of the bar where almost nobody was sitting.

From the point where he was seated, he could only see his silhouette.

After drinking my drink as if were a glass of water, I and the figure already made eye contact. now see that It was a man.

A man with bloodshot eyes and dark colored bags under his eyes. His hair was half long and black.

He gave me a small smirk, I just kept looking at him. I had only been that interested in one thing.. his.. sen-...

Notes

Hey queers, the paragraph splitter isn't working.
Death Cab For Cutie is pretty cool...

Here's a link to the most epic rap battle ever
>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RL52R7m8b7w

Comments

@Twisted X Space
You promised

@MCR IS MY LIFE
ooohh :(((

@Twisted X Space
Ava adore pain

@MCR IS MY LIFE
Fuck, I forgot about that. How hurt are you??

@Twisted X Space
Plot twists are nice but I recall you promising not to hurt us like your other stories