Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Dead-end Girl For A Dead-end Guy
lessons
1 ReviewsToday I fell and felt better Just knowing this matters I just feel stronger and SHARPER Found a box of sharp objects what a beautiful
Sam's POV
WiL looked around and caught me staring at him. I felt my cheeks go pink, but didn't look away. Then he leaned over and did what I'd wanted him to do since the first time I'd met him. He kissed me. On the lips. Just a sweet, gentle little kiss, that conveyed true emotion.
WiL's POV
I leaned over and kissed her. On the lips. I put all of my love for her into that one little kiss. We broke apart at the sound of the bell. She kissed me again quickly, and swung down effortlessly. I scrambled down after her, and held her hand on the way to art. We entered the empty art room. Sam went to sit down, leading me by the hand. We had time for one more kiss before the other people in our class flooded through the door. Twenty minutes later, we recieved our assignment, to pair up and draw eachothers portrait. I flipped to a clean page in my sketchbook and began to draw. I glanced up occasionally to study Sam's face. I scrutinised my picture. I wasn't happy with it- something was missing. I glanced around the class, waiting for inspiration to strike, when I caught sight of a print of an angel. Yes! that was it! I drew in black angel wings, tipped with red. Now my picture was complete.
Sam's POV
I gazed at my picture. Something was wrong. I thought for a second, then my eyes fell on a drawing of a winged demon I had drawn a few weeks previously. It depicted the broken body of a woman being cradled by the male demon. He had obviously just killed the woman, but there was an expression of sorrow and guilt on his face. Yes! That was what my picture needed. I carefully sketched in bat wings, dusted with silver here and there. Now it was perfect. WiL and I both jumped in shock when the bell went. We grinned at eachother, and, holding hands, made our way to the door. Once outside, we waited for Gerard and Mikey on the playing field. I was bored, so began to turn cartwheels again. WiL was laughing, but the smile slid off his face as Adam, one of the school yobs, came over grinning unpleasantly. He was shorter than both me and WiL, but there was no mistaking his general aura of thuggish cruelty. "Hey, do you know that emo's are gay?" I looked at WiL in disbelief. Was this the best he could come up with? "Does that mean you're emo?" WiL asked innocently. A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Adam's eyes narrowed. "We'll see who's laughing when you commit suicide together." His brainless cheerleader girlfriend, Brianna, came over, pouting. "Well it sure as hell won't be you, what with working in some store stacking shelves while your girlfriend 'Chlamydia' is off fucking one or all of your friends behind your back." They both stared at me, the same expression of confusion on their ugly faces. "Have a great day!" WiL added sweetly, taking me by the hand and walking away. When we were out of earshot, we laughed our heads off, recalling the look of stupidity as they had tried to decipher what we had been saying. Three cheers for sweet revenge! (AN- Cliche, I know, but I couldn't resist!)
Aimee's POV
I sat in maths, gazing at the clock as I willed it to go faster. The sooner I got out of this hellhole, the sooner I could meet Gee. "Aimee. Aimee! AIMEE!" The teacher yelled. I snapped out of my trance, only to see my teachers face looming over me. It was all I could do not to grimace at the putrid scent of his breath. "Oh, I'm sorry, is my lesson interrupting your daydream?" At this point I was pretty pissed, so I said, "Yes sir, it is, actually." BIG mistake. Sir went bright red and trembled, whereas I, in contrast, blanched. Oh shit. Here it comes. I braced myself for the inevitable eruption. It didn't come. "See me after the lesson." Sir turned back to the board, gripping the board-pen so hard I was surprised it didn't fucking break. I exhaled. Looked like he wasn't going to lay into me after all, which was practically unheard of. I remained silent for the rest of the lesson, the duration of which I was stared at incredulously. After the lesson I hung back. I stood awkwardly as he took a call on his mobile. He sounded incredibly happy about something. Sir looked at me and, amazingly, smiled. I stared at him. Him smiling was about as normal as tulips growing out the top of his head. "I'm gonna be a daddy!" He said, throwing his board marker in the bin. He ran out of the door laughing. I remained where I was, completely shell-shocked. "What the fuck?" I said aloud.
sorry, this is just a filler as I have no clue where this story is going. Constructive criticism is welcome. Come on, one review, thats all I ask! Amz?
WiL looked around and caught me staring at him. I felt my cheeks go pink, but didn't look away. Then he leaned over and did what I'd wanted him to do since the first time I'd met him. He kissed me. On the lips. Just a sweet, gentle little kiss, that conveyed true emotion.
WiL's POV
I leaned over and kissed her. On the lips. I put all of my love for her into that one little kiss. We broke apart at the sound of the bell. She kissed me again quickly, and swung down effortlessly. I scrambled down after her, and held her hand on the way to art. We entered the empty art room. Sam went to sit down, leading me by the hand. We had time for one more kiss before the other people in our class flooded through the door. Twenty minutes later, we recieved our assignment, to pair up and draw eachothers portrait. I flipped to a clean page in my sketchbook and began to draw. I glanced up occasionally to study Sam's face. I scrutinised my picture. I wasn't happy with it- something was missing. I glanced around the class, waiting for inspiration to strike, when I caught sight of a print of an angel. Yes! that was it! I drew in black angel wings, tipped with red. Now my picture was complete.
Sam's POV
I gazed at my picture. Something was wrong. I thought for a second, then my eyes fell on a drawing of a winged demon I had drawn a few weeks previously. It depicted the broken body of a woman being cradled by the male demon. He had obviously just killed the woman, but there was an expression of sorrow and guilt on his face. Yes! That was what my picture needed. I carefully sketched in bat wings, dusted with silver here and there. Now it was perfect. WiL and I both jumped in shock when the bell went. We grinned at eachother, and, holding hands, made our way to the door. Once outside, we waited for Gerard and Mikey on the playing field. I was bored, so began to turn cartwheels again. WiL was laughing, but the smile slid off his face as Adam, one of the school yobs, came over grinning unpleasantly. He was shorter than both me and WiL, but there was no mistaking his general aura of thuggish cruelty. "Hey, do you know that emo's are gay?" I looked at WiL in disbelief. Was this the best he could come up with? "Does that mean you're emo?" WiL asked innocently. A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Adam's eyes narrowed. "We'll see who's laughing when you commit suicide together." His brainless cheerleader girlfriend, Brianna, came over, pouting. "Well it sure as hell won't be you, what with working in some store stacking shelves while your girlfriend 'Chlamydia' is off fucking one or all of your friends behind your back." They both stared at me, the same expression of confusion on their ugly faces. "Have a great day!" WiL added sweetly, taking me by the hand and walking away. When we were out of earshot, we laughed our heads off, recalling the look of stupidity as they had tried to decipher what we had been saying. Three cheers for sweet revenge! (AN- Cliche, I know, but I couldn't resist!)
Aimee's POV
I sat in maths, gazing at the clock as I willed it to go faster. The sooner I got out of this hellhole, the sooner I could meet Gee. "Aimee. Aimee! AIMEE!" The teacher yelled. I snapped out of my trance, only to see my teachers face looming over me. It was all I could do not to grimace at the putrid scent of his breath. "Oh, I'm sorry, is my lesson interrupting your daydream?" At this point I was pretty pissed, so I said, "Yes sir, it is, actually." BIG mistake. Sir went bright red and trembled, whereas I, in contrast, blanched. Oh shit. Here it comes. I braced myself for the inevitable eruption. It didn't come. "See me after the lesson." Sir turned back to the board, gripping the board-pen so hard I was surprised it didn't fucking break. I exhaled. Looked like he wasn't going to lay into me after all, which was practically unheard of. I remained silent for the rest of the lesson, the duration of which I was stared at incredulously. After the lesson I hung back. I stood awkwardly as he took a call on his mobile. He sounded incredibly happy about something. Sir looked at me and, amazingly, smiled. I stared at him. Him smiling was about as normal as tulips growing out the top of his head. "I'm gonna be a daddy!" He said, throwing his board marker in the bin. He ran out of the door laughing. I remained where I was, completely shell-shocked. "What the fuck?" I said aloud.
sorry, this is just a filler as I have no clue where this story is going. Constructive criticism is welcome. Come on, one review, thats all I ask! Amz?
Log in to rate and review this story