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I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 12)

Frank's P.O.V:
I drove to Gerard's house, and impatiently knocked on the door. I sighed in relief when I saw Mikey answer it. He stared at me awkwardly through his glasses. “Gerard's not here.” He blurted out before I could say anything. “Yeah Mikey, I know.” I grinned. “What do you want then?” He looked confused. “You.” I said as I grabbed his sleeve and dragged him into the house.

Gerard's P.O.V:
(At Josie's)
Josie stood up. “I'm going to take a shower.” She smiled. “Okay.” I sat up, and made myself comfortable on her couch.


I've been thinking lately what the fuck am I going to do with my life? I know I have a lot of time to think about this, because I'm only a teen. But still, what about the future? What am I going to do when I graduate? What.... what am I going to do with my life?

I want to start a band, but I'm not a pro in guitar.
I want to be a songwriter, but my songs suck.
I want to be a writer, but there's a ton of better writers than me.
I want to be an artist, but that's not a career.
I want to fucking CHANGE THE WORLD! I have all this potential, and ideas, and things I want to do. BUT HOW??

I feel so

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 11)

Frank's P.O.V:
"Motherfucker!" I yelled.
I clenched my fists together, and gritted my teeth. My whole body tensed up. I took one slow. Deep. Heavy. Painful breath. I frantically searched my drawers looking for something. Something I had forgotten about since high school. I was beaten up in high school. My name wasn't Frank. It was Faggot. For being different, unique, MYSELF, I was abused by my classmates. Pushed, slapped, punched, kicked, taunted, teased, spit on, and shoved around for four bitter years.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 10)

Gerard's P.O.V:
I looked into Frank's weary eyes as they smiled at me. I took in a deep breath as I wiped away the remaining tears. “Thanks man. I really appreciate it.” I softly said. “I'm your friend. It's my job. Now come on, I'll drive you home.” He presented. “I thought we were heading to your place.” I asked. “Nah, you need the rest.” He gave me a faint smile.
(The next morning....)
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing violently. My eyes opened slowly and I looked at my surroundings. “Oh yeah, home.” I muttered.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 9)

Gerard's P.O.V:
“Where are we going now?” I questioned Frank. “My place. I need to talk to you.” He replied. We drove into the darkness. I stared out my window, looking at the world drift by. I looked at the young couples walking in the park, following the shimmering light of the street lamps. What do they know about life? What do they know about love? What, what.... What have I done??
It suddenly all came out. I began weeping silently in the car. Tears hitting my legs like bullets. I didn't notice that Frank had pulled over until he wrapped his arms around me.

Frank Iero, my guitar idol :)

I drew a picture of Frank playing his guitar. Him and Ray are my guitar idols, and when I raise enough money to buy an electric guitar, I'm gonna KICK ASS and rock out like Frankie does :D
cuz you cant really *cough* rock out with an acoustic guitar.....

Tell meh what you guys think :) I'm sorry the neck of the guitar is messed up. I felt really lazy :P

-Artistic Agony x_x

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 8)

Frank's P.O.V:
My heart stopped. It was if Gerard took a knife and violently cut it out of my chest. I sat down beside him. His hands returned to his side, and he looked at me. Tears streaming down his face, hair rustled, baggy eyes... Who was this man? I couldn't explain how I felt. I had all these “feelings” for Gerard, and now it was as if someone took them and shoved them in a blender. I felt so... so... confused. I couldn't think of what to say. “Gerard, do you KNOW for SURE, this is your child?” He starred at me in shock.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 7)

Surprise, surprise my little killjoys ;)
Hope you guys like it!!

Frank's P.O.V:
I soften my voice. “What are you trying to tell me Gerard?” He slowly sat down on his bed. It creaked, and moaned. “Remember when we met in high school?” He whispered. “It was first period, and you came in late?” He laughed to himself. “The teacher yelled at you, but you didn't care. You just sat down behind me swearing under your breath.” “Yes. I remember,” I said, “but why are you bringing this up?” “That's when our relationship began.” He carefully said.

I Live for Today, Not Tomorrow (part 6)

Frank's P.O.V:
I was breathing heavily. “I missed that.” I couldn't help but giggle. I turned my head towards Gerard, he was staring at the ceiling, with his nervous eyes. “Yeah Frank. Me too,” he suddenly said, “me too.” I heard some rustling, and Gerard spoke, “Want one?” He was holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger. He raised a sweaty brow. “What the hell, hit me.” He lit it, and sucked it in. He pierced his lips together, releasing the smoke. I took the cigarette from his fingers. And shoved it in my mouth.


Happy Birthday Raaaaayyyyyy!
You and Frank and guitar GODS! And you guys have inspired me to play guitar :) My Chem wouldn't be complete without you!
I love you to death, and I hope you have an AWESOME birthday!!

Keep rocking your guitar and hair <3
-Artistic Agony x_x