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Spoiler interview Gerard this morning I guess. They talked and Gerard played the song had written for Bandit, and then...it happened. With only a few hints about what Gerard likes to call, MCR5, I was speechless, unable to move and breathe. Word cannot being to describe the happines and crazines I am feeling right now. The new album is coming and we all better be ready. AAAHHH!!!! I AM SO EXCITED!!!! I AM NOT SAYING ANYTHING! GO WATCH THE VIDEO NOW!!!! FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN'T!!!!!!!!!!! MCR5...I cannot believe it
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R.A.M.

Chapter Six
Créer

Gerard and I talked for so, so long. By the time all the other customers had left he and I were still going at it. The words rolled off our tongues. We never ended a conversation it would simply glide into the next topic without an awkward pause or an exchange of um’s or uh’s. Everything we said we meant from the deepest part of us. I was completely opening to him; although we weren’t dipping into anything too personal I was still able to trust him with information, information I usually didn’t give people. “Do you like it?” He asked after a while of talking. I assumed he was referring to the drink he had made me. I nodded my head, “It’s amazing,” I took another sip of it to prove my point. “What did you put in it?” Gerard did not answer which I half expected. He was so mysterious. I tried to read what the hell he was feeling, but it was impossible. He was feeling everything.

Sorry this was late. My hand hurt really badly last night so I took a raincheck! Hope noe of you minded! I will have chapter six up by tonight so we'll be all caught up again! Thanks you for reading! I love it if you guys leave me comments! Oh! And I stil need help with a title!
xoxo
R.A.M.

Chapter Five
The Optimistic Side

Gerard, being sober for what now? 8 years? That's amazing. I, along with all the other fans are so proud of you. Keep believing, Gee. You've made a difference to our lives and your's as well. We're so proud of you. And thank you.

Chapter Four
A Cup of Coffee for the Crazy

I set my cup in the sink, basking in the glow of the artwork surrounding me. “They really are amazing.” I added before getting my jacket from the hook that he had placed next to the door. I tried not to check his face for his expression but I had to. It was that smile again. I never got tired of it. This time, he nodded and gave me a “thank you.” I grabbed my coat and slipped it on over my shoulders. It felt funny putting it on, like I was supposed to be baring my skin to the sunlight. Summer was coming fast and I liked that. But I liked shedding the winter garments. There was no longer a use for them anymore; they would have to wait until the next winter season. They just didn’t belong in the spring, no matter how cold the air became but the bitter morning air of today was different. It was like the world was forcing me to hide even more so than I already was when I really just wanted to be set free.

Hey! Thank you to all who have been reading so far! Your comments are really encouraging and I'm glad you're enjoying it! I am having some difficulty coming up with a name for this book, I'm usually pretty good at something like that but I'm having a bit of trouble! If any of you have some suggestions I would love to hear them! Here's chapter three! It's a littls shotrer.
xoxo
R.A.M.

Chapter Three
A New Angle

Chapter Two
It’s Not a Trick

I was finally able to crash on the couch, not bothering to switch into boxers and a white tee. I had plentiful dreams of random things. I hadn’t had dreams like those in a while. At some point in the night I must have hit my hand on the coffee side table because when I woke up for an instant it fucking throbbed. I was easily put back to sleep by my heavy eyes and limp body. I had never found the couch comfortable and this night was no exception. I didn’t usually toss and turn in my sleep but now that I knew I wasn’t allowed the space to do so, it felt like my body had the urge to move. It wasn’t a satisfying night. I got little sleep from waking up on and off but quickly dozing off again. I forgot why I was sleeping outside the confines of my bedroom; I never questioned it when I would wake up. I would simply push it from my mind and replace it with pointless dreams.

Chapter One
Umbrella

It was a slow day for a Saturday, only a few couples walked in one hand in the others. I tried not to stare as the waitress walked them to their table. My eyes peered for only a moment then I brought them back down to the mug I had in my hand. I didn’t know how long I hand been standing there but I figured I shouldn’t waste anymore time. I topped the drink off with a fresh coat of white foam and brought it out to the customer. “Took ya long enough, boy.” I set the drink down on the table and waited for his pay. I didn’t say anything back, I was afraid my anger would take me over. The ugly looking man slapped four dollars on the table and turned away, gripping the handle of the mug sternly. I turned away, too, mumbling under my breath “Fuck you.”

Hey Killjoys! I am writing my very first Freard fanfiction! I am already finished with the first chapter and almost done with the second. I have no name for it yet, and I probably won't have one for a long time. I was debating whether to post it on here or not. If you guys want me to, comment and I will!
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R.A.M.

I have two (brown) doves that come by my house everyday for some birdseed! At the moment as some of you know, I am reading 'The Dove Keeper'. It's a Frerard. It's so amazingly wonderful! The two doves that I see all the time (I know they're aren't pigeons. Just trust me on this one) I have decided to name Frank and Gerard. Obsessive? Just a tad! But I am doing it in honor of Frank and G, My Chemical Romance, and 'The Dove Keeper'. The three things that have saved my life.

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Radio. Active. Maniac.