Thousands of thoughts plagued Gerard's mind at that one moment.
"Shit that hurt"
"I JUST HIT A GIRL"
"SHIT THAT REALLY FUCKING HURT"
Gerard was running fast, where to, he had no idea. He ran down the dirty halls, pushed past multitudes of kids. All to escape one man. He felt like Cinderella running from her prince. Except Frank was no prince. He got tricked into it again. Frank had never even broken up with her. Love his ass. Love really did stink. Why'd he have to love Frank so goddamn much.
Why?
WHy?
wHy?
wHY?
WHY?
The only question now was:
What.
To.
Do.
Now?

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And so Gerard ran all the way home and personally that was enough exercise for a lifetime. When he arrived home he was happy to see it was empty. He ran down to his room and began to draw. And draw he did for hours.
Crumpled paper everywhere, it was almost inescapable. But he finally had a finished product. Lucky try number 20,000,000,025. And damn, was it full of emotion.
You see, drawing was something Gerard always did when he was bored. Or emotionally unstable. What better way to get out your deepest most feared emotions through creativity. When he was sad he drew painful sights. When he was happy he drew lovely fields and happy faces. There was every reason in the world to draw at this very moment. Not only was sad, but he was angry too. And his drawing was just that. It was sorrowful to see. And disturbing and angry.
He named it Beautiful Chaos, it was two lovers, ripping each other apart from each other. As a city burned to ground in the background. It would make a good sculpture, if only he could sculpt. The two people could be seen like this, one laying flat on his back and the other tearing itself from the other person, they were nameless and faceless. they were trying to separate themselves, on for freedom while the other was put through pain.
He tapped it to his wall right next to his painting of a parade with a cancer patient leading the way, he called that one "The Black Parade." It consisted of his version of a death parade. It had a recently dead patient in the front with a dark parade float in the background as they marched away from a city in ruins.
After he finished drawing he decided to just lay there and wait for someone to come home. As he lay there he began to think to himself.
"What if Frank hadn't meant to kiss her, I mean she did give me an evil look and all. I hope it was all an accident cause if not he better choose me or her, he'd probably pick her. I mean look at me, I'm just some lonely loser who draws for fun and is ugly as fuck. I mean who would want me anyway. I like Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and croquet. I cant swim, I can't dance and I don't know karate. Face it, I'm never gonna make it."
"You'll make it into my pants."
"Who the fu- Frank!"
"I came to-"
"Me or her?" Gerard asked quickly.
"You, listen she did that on purpose just to mess with you, but damn was that sexy, you broke her fucking nose man. I like a little bite in my men but hot damn Gee."
"Prove it."
"Oh I will."

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After making out among other things for about a half hour Mikey came home banging on the door.
"Would you two stop it for a second mom's got news."
As they walked up stairs Gerard saw a familiar face. A face he hadn't seen in years.
"Meagan?"

Notes

I'm back, after like a day of leaving.
Yes I'm introducing a new character.
DEAL.
Bye