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Chapter 77

First order of buisness- GERARD'S HAIR IS BLONDE AGAIN! WHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! a new canvas to start from possibly? i think yes!

Second order of buisness- An interview with Frank revealed that he likes to project music as a color, and the next album has a lot of ORANGE!
I have come to two conclusions with the help of my dearest GhostOfMonroeville killjoy sister-in-law:
1) Something to do with Gerards hair and more
2) Franks amps are Orange brand meaning there will be more of his amps

EITHER WAY I FREAKING LOVE WHATEVER THEY CHOSE TO DO! There are so many posibilities.... :"D

Chapter 76

I pulled up my pants and started to tuck in my shirt when Gerard closed the door to the house behind me. I jumped, hopped, and leaped in the dirt trying to avoid rocks and shallow puddles like a child. I was in my own world just having fun, the sun was shining on my exposed arms and it felt rather nice. Gerard lifted me up bridal style and spun me around, both of us laughing and just having a nice time in the California weather. I kept my arms around his neck as he carried me and explained how he will set up his art supplies once we fix up the shack.

Chapter 75

***Present***

Gerard carried me off the couch once finishing the interview and placed me on the cold granite counter top in the kitchen. I made no attempt to get up, for I was far too comfortable just lying there. “So after breakfast I was going to go and check out that old shack looking place down the road. You want to go?” Gerard asked as he dug through the pots and pans. “Yeah, it should be fun” I said as I rolled onto my back. “I was thinking about what we could do with it and-” he began before I interrupted, “Art studio” I said with a smile on my face.

I sit here before all of these people dressed in black; for once I fit in. If you were to scan the room you would see black roses decorating each row of benches, you would see people mourning, you would see a priest blabbing on about how this person in the coffin next to him will go to heaven. The coffin; propped on a table with scattered red roses along the sides of the body, as if lying in roses. Candles burned of either side of the wooden fixture in the center. Black veils scattered throughout the benches of people. The air was dense; the only reason being it was raining outside. Windows remained shut and the lack of a heater for the building made the room cold to the bone. People would go up and tell their stories about this person next to them.

Fill in the boxes with an 'x' if you have done or did, or like the things listed.

HAIR:
[] I have dyed my hair since early childhood.
[] I dye my hair funny colors just because Gerard Way dyes his hair funny colors
[] I have never dyed my hair.
[x] I cut my hair a lot.
[] I don't like to cut my hair.

NAILS:
[x] My nails are always painted black.
[x] I paint my nails despite what people say.
[] I barely paint my nails.
[x] When I paint my nails, the color bears meaning to me.
[] I don't like to paint my nails, it's too girly.

FACE:
[] I have piercings on my face.
[x] I want piercings on my face.
[x] I wear eyeliner.
[] I'm not allowed to wear eyeliner.
[x] I get made fun of for wearing eyeliner.

STYLE:
[x] All I wear is black. (Mostly)
[x] My parents hate my style.
[] I dress normally, but don't like it.
[x] My mood affects my day to day outfits.
[x] I've been called names for how I dress.

FRIENDS:
[] I have tons of loving friends.

Chapter 74

I don’t remember much of what happened after my shower, I assume I slept for the whole day. Our room was cold and dark and I felt at home. I was awakened by Gerard; I stood up and ran to the bathroom. I hadn’t even noticed how much better I’d been feeling. Yes, I still had bruises, but they were like any normal bruise; plus sleeping for 2 days helped.

“How are we feeling?” he asked as he joined me at the sink wrapping his arm around my waist being careful of my bruises. “Human” I said as I ran a brush through my hair. He laughed and threw me a lopsided smile; his smile always makes me weak and sends butterflies through my stomach. Its times like these that I am so thankful he picked me, although I don’t fully understand why.

APPEARANCE
[] I am shorter than 5'4".
[x] I have many scars
[] I tan easily.
[x] I wish my hair was a different color.
[] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
[] I have a tattoo
[] I wear glasses sometimes
[x] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.
[] I have more than 2 piercings.
[] I have piercings in places besides my ears
[] I have freckles.

FAMILY
[x] I've sworn at my parents.
[] I've run away from home.
[] I've been kicked out of the house.
[x] My biological parents are together.
[x] I have a sibling less than one year old.
[x] I want to have kids someday.
[] I want to adopt someday

SCHOOL/WORK
[x] I'm in school
[] I have a job.
[] I've fallen asleep at work/school.
[x] I almost always do my homework.
[x] I've missed a week or more of school.
[] I failed more than 1 class last year.
[x] I've stolen something from my school.

EMBARRASSMENT
[x] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.

Chapter 73

It was a murder scene between my legs, and I’m not talking Mother Nature’s monthly gift; no, this was the work of Gerard Way. It made me smile that the proof of my no longer being a virgin sat right between my legs, but sad thinking that we had practically destroyed the new sheets on the bed. Gerard rolled over to change his position and hit my arm in the process; I whimpered lightly but ignored it. My mission was to get my ass to the bathroom.

http://mizgnomer.buzznet.com/user/video/109972/pre-mcr-gerard-breakfast-...

I. DIDNT. KNOW. IT. EXISTED.