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Take me to the prom?
1 Reviewsthis dream, we die, with this blood, and this knife, Locked away...
WiL's POV
Sam and I ran into some trouble after art. Adam, the kid with a reputation of a thug, thought he'd try and be smart. He made some crack about how 'emo's are gay.' "Does that mean you're emo?" I asked in what I hoped was an innocent tone. I saw Sam unsuccessfully try to hide a smile. "We'll see who's laughing when you commit suicide together." His bitchy girlfriend, Brianna, came over, pouting. "Well it sure as hell won't be you, what with working in some crappy store stacking shelves, with six kids to support, during which time your girlfriend, who, by the way, probably has chlamydia anyway, is off fucking one or all of your friends behind your back, while we'll be laughing at your shitty life, together, forever." Sam snapped.
We walked away, laughing. I felt a surge of confidence and pride in us. So long as we had eachother, we were fine. They couldn't touch us. Like Sam said, together, forever.
Gerard's POV
I couldn't believe it when I heard about how WiL and Sam stood up to Adam and Brianna! I wish I could have been there... It was all round the school by fifth period. There had been lots of embellishing, including one guy who swore he saw Sam knock them both out. I doubted that. I sat thinking about this through the remaining period and a half, and could hardly contain my relief when the bell for home rang. I was stopped from running out of the door by one of Adam's 'friends'. (I use this term lightly.) "Oi, Faggot!" I took a deep breath before turning around to witness the horrific sight of Tim, some Gregory Goyle look-alike grinning maliciously at me. He opened his mouth to say something, no doubt derogatory, so I butted in with "Aww, that kid just called me a faggot. Ain't that cute? You know... I really like you and you're not like all the other boys so... will you take me to prom and fuck me in the backseat later? " I turned away, but not before his meaty fist collided with my face. I was thrown to the ground and then thrust into a locker. I sighed, enclosed in the small dark space. This was gonna be fun. I somehow manged to get my phone out of my pocket, only to flip it open and discover that there was no signal. "You're in a fucking locker, dumbass!" I said to myself.
Aimee's POV
I was almost out of the door when I remembered I had left my sketchpad in my locker. I sighed and turned back to get it. I walked down the almost empty corridor while smiling evilly at how a couple of year sevens (AN- Freshmen, to all you Americans!) gave me nervous looks, as if they thought I was gonna suck their blood. I was nearing my locker when I heard someone speak. "You're in a fucking locker, dumbass!" I would recognise that voice anywhere. "Gee!" I called, rushing over to his locker. I yanked it open. "What the fuck happened?" I asked. Gerard fell to the ground, then looked up at me, and said "Tim." I hauled him to his feet. "I'm gonna fucking kill him!" I yelled angrily. "Calm down, Amz!" He said, hugging me, trying to distract me. It worked. "I just don't know why kids like us have to be victimised!" I growled into his shoulder. "Me neither." He sighed, and kissed the top of my head.
Sorry I took a while to update, a bunch of teachers are out for my blood. 'Forgetting' a project four days in a row dosen't exactly make you a teachers pet... Also, sorry it's just a filler, and ThreeCheersForMCR, update on the odd pair?? X)
Sam and I ran into some trouble after art. Adam, the kid with a reputation of a thug, thought he'd try and be smart. He made some crack about how 'emo's are gay.' "Does that mean you're emo?" I asked in what I hoped was an innocent tone. I saw Sam unsuccessfully try to hide a smile. "We'll see who's laughing when you commit suicide together." His bitchy girlfriend, Brianna, came over, pouting. "Well it sure as hell won't be you, what with working in some crappy store stacking shelves, with six kids to support, during which time your girlfriend, who, by the way, probably has chlamydia anyway, is off fucking one or all of your friends behind your back, while we'll be laughing at your shitty life, together, forever." Sam snapped.
We walked away, laughing. I felt a surge of confidence and pride in us. So long as we had eachother, we were fine. They couldn't touch us. Like Sam said, together, forever.
Gerard's POV
I couldn't believe it when I heard about how WiL and Sam stood up to Adam and Brianna! I wish I could have been there... It was all round the school by fifth period. There had been lots of embellishing, including one guy who swore he saw Sam knock them both out. I doubted that. I sat thinking about this through the remaining period and a half, and could hardly contain my relief when the bell for home rang. I was stopped from running out of the door by one of Adam's 'friends'. (I use this term lightly.) "Oi, Faggot!" I took a deep breath before turning around to witness the horrific sight of Tim, some Gregory Goyle look-alike grinning maliciously at me. He opened his mouth to say something, no doubt derogatory, so I butted in with "Aww, that kid just called me a faggot. Ain't that cute? You know... I really like you and you're not like all the other boys so... will you take me to prom and fuck me in the backseat later? " I turned away, but not before his meaty fist collided with my face. I was thrown to the ground and then thrust into a locker. I sighed, enclosed in the small dark space. This was gonna be fun. I somehow manged to get my phone out of my pocket, only to flip it open and discover that there was no signal. "You're in a fucking locker, dumbass!" I said to myself.
Aimee's POV
I was almost out of the door when I remembered I had left my sketchpad in my locker. I sighed and turned back to get it. I walked down the almost empty corridor while smiling evilly at how a couple of year sevens (AN- Freshmen, to all you Americans!) gave me nervous looks, as if they thought I was gonna suck their blood. I was nearing my locker when I heard someone speak. "You're in a fucking locker, dumbass!" I would recognise that voice anywhere. "Gee!" I called, rushing over to his locker. I yanked it open. "What the fuck happened?" I asked. Gerard fell to the ground, then looked up at me, and said "Tim." I hauled him to his feet. "I'm gonna fucking kill him!" I yelled angrily. "Calm down, Amz!" He said, hugging me, trying to distract me. It worked. "I just don't know why kids like us have to be victimised!" I growled into his shoulder. "Me neither." He sighed, and kissed the top of my head.
Sorry I took a while to update, a bunch of teachers are out for my blood. 'Forgetting' a project four days in a row dosen't exactly make you a teachers pet... Also, sorry it's just a filler, and ThreeCheersForMCR, update on the odd pair?? X)
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