stuff like nail varnish and keyrings, stuff i didn't even need just for the hell of it!

Jimmy: "this side of the crowd is cute like a kitten and this side is scary like a sex affender"

At the end of their set Jimmy mimmed the song 'theres no bisyness like show bisyness (spelling?)' with was sooooooooooo funny!!

Then MCR came on but missing FRank and Bob :( but apart form that it was one of the best gigs EVER!!! they played loads of songs from 'bullets' and the desert song which is my fav song :) plus Mikey was back YAY!!

best week of my lyf btw i named my new uglydoll *icebat* after Jimmy ^__^

omg i went to the hairdressers the other day and she chopped of mt lurvly layers into a mullet!! AAAAAHHHHHH! so i'm gunna meeet gerard way with a mullet!!!

fuck

oh and 2 day i had me 'air cut and highlighted!! WELL COOL!

A sea of people all in black. It seemed to be the colour of the occasion, the day, the very year. Blackness. In front of the crowd was a box. A long box big enough to fit a fully grown man. The crowd was silent, apart from one solitary figure. She was hunched over, sobbing silently. She seemed to be fading way. It was as if you were to touch her she would crumble to nothing. A man stood up behind the box and read from a book. As the man read, the woman’s sobs grew heavier. An old woman leaned over to whisper something in her companion’s ear. Her friend nodded solitarily, eyes not moving from the box. The man stopped speaking, touched his head, then across his chest, he nodded to the crowd and left. The crowd flittered out of the dark room but the woman sat there in her chair rocking slowly back and forth in it. The final person left, leaving the woman alone in the room. She let out one muffled sob and then slowly stood. She walked up the several steps, trembling to the open box. She clutched her handkerchief to her mouth and looked over the top. A very pale man lay in there. In a smart uniform, sliver and black. She reached out a quivering hand and touched the cold, dead skin. She caressed the dead mans face. Tears fell from her eyes on to his lapel.

“Good bye my love…” she whispered like a prayer. She slid down the table holding the box up and broke into fresher sobs. Two men came out the door a few minutes later. They nailed the lid shut and carried it to the graveyard. They lowered it into the ready made hole. The woman threw and blood red rose in to the hole were her lover lay. The men buried the coffin then, with a nod of their head to the woman, left. The woman knelt down at the gravestone wiping away her tears. She traced the name written in gold then pressed her lips to the name. She places a second rose against the grave stone.  She got up and walked away, out of the tall gates. A chill swept through the graveyard as if there was something there that shouldn’t. The wind blew the rose way from the grave so the gold writing was legible. It read: Here lies Gerard Way, the great leader. The wind grew stronger, clouds darkened the skies. Thunder rumbled in the distance. The earth around the grave cracked and a pale hand pushed its way out of the soil. The hand was followed by and shoulder, an upper body then the head of a man. It let out a long gasp and shook the dirt from his short, white blond hair. He pulled him self up out of the ground and stood brush the mud from his uniform. He stared out at the cemetery. Glancing up at the stormy sky he smiled, time to collect the troops….

1. i heard one person say that fanfics were creepy and sick but i dont think so!! we bass the charictars loosly on MCR!!

2. how many people atually read this fricken thing cuz i noone does i aint gunna bother finish it.

3.  should i name my fan fic? if anyone can think of a cewl name post a coment or sumit!! fank oo now back to the DRAMA!! DUN DUN DUUUUNNNN!!!

Magenta sat fuming on the cheap ass swings out side her house. It was nearly dark and freezing seeing as it was winter but she didn’t really care. She looked down at he shoes or what was left of them seeing as they were covered in thick mud.

“Damn…” she muttered to her self. She heard a door open and close. Probable someone taking out the trash. She just kept her head down; the last thing she wanted was for someone to see……

“MAGENTA!!” Mikey called out over the fence.

“Oh hey Mikey!” She murmured.

“Dude, Gerard feels crap about what happened this afternoon!!” he said looking serious. Magenta tried and failed to look serious.

“I’m sure he should!” She said trying to hide her smile.

“Are you smiling??” Mikey asked.

“Er no!!”

There was the sound of the door opening again, Mikey’s head disappeared. There were muffled voices. Magenta couldn’t help feeling left out. She leaned toward the gate. It swung open smashing her in the face. Magenta crumpled to the ground and landed in the thick mud. She spat out a mixture of blood and mud (HEY that rhymes!! sorta….)

“OH FUCK!! ARE YOU OK???” A voice said. She couldn’t really tell who’s because her head was still pounding. She rolled over to see Gerard kneeling over her.

“Fine!” she tried to say but all that came out was blood.

“God!! We better get you to a doctor!!” Gerard muttered more to himself.

“NO!! Really I’m fine!” Magenta said getting up.

“You sure?” He said watching her roughly wiping away the blood with her sleeve. She nooded.

“Ok……But wait here while I get some things from the house.” Gerard said getting up and dashing to their house. She waited there, clutching to the swing for support. Gerard dashed back with loads of bottles and a first aid kit.

“I’ve heard of putting alcohol on cuts to get them better but this is ridiculous!!” She said with a smirk.

“The price you must pay for getting smashed in the mouth!” He sighed then grinned.

She accepted the bottle he gave her and took a swig, then gagged.

“WTF IS THIS STUFF????” she spluttered.

“ER…lemonade?” Gerard said.

“Hey!! That didn’t work in Edward scissor hands and it won’t work now!!” she said. Gerard raised an eyebrow at her.

“Trust me its better if you don’t know.” She shrugged, never trying anything apart from beer in her life, she thought there would be no point in knowing what it was seeing as she wouldn’t know if she liked it or not. She took another swig and grimaced.

“It gets better the more you drink!” Gerard smiled, darning one bottle.

“I see I have a champion to beat!!” she said, readying herself for what was install.

1 hour later, 10 bottles lined the floor and Magenta was soooooooooooo WASTED!! They both were slumped against the fence, Magenta’s head resting on Gerard’s shoulder.

“You know what Gerard?” Magenta slurred.

“What’s that then Magenta?” Gerard said.

“I don’t even remember why I fell out with you!!” She smiled up at him.

“Well that’s not saying much cuz u probable can’t even remember your own name right now!” He chuckled.

“Touché, my dear fellow!” She said.

 “What up with the weird old English talk?” Gerard asks.

“Don’t question me!!” Magenta said, trying to slap Gerard but missing him by miles.

 “Man, you are so pissed!” Gerard laughed.

“HEY!! So are you!!” Magenta said, protectively.

 “Yeah but I’m used to it!” he said poking her.

“Don’t poke ME!!” she said, giving him evils.

“Aw geeze!! If looks could kill!” Gerard muttered.

“Yeah, YOU’D BE DEAD!!” Magenta said.

“That’s what I was implying yes.” Gerard said. Magenta sighed and laid her head back down on Gerard’s shoulder.

“It’s good having you around, Magenta!” Gerard whispered.

“It’s good being around.” she whispered back. She looked up at Gerard’s pale face. He had changed her life so much. She unsteadily leaded up and pressed her lips against his. She held the kiss for a couple of seconds and then drew away. She smiled at Gerard’s bemused face. He looked down at her and then jumped up.

“What the hell did you do that for??” He yelled.

“I-I...” She stammered. Gerard stormed out the gate. Magenta heard their front door slam. She sat there, head spinning with the amount of alcohol she had consumed. She suddenly felt so cold. She shivered, realising how much Gerard’s body heat had kept her warm. Magenta drew her knees up to her chest and sat there, letting the tears slide down her face.

*cough* yeah it says he was with her 4 like 6 years or sumthing.....he said it was like marriage.....its sad to read so BUY KERANG 4 THE WHOLE STORY!!!! and seval more....

(i sure totally get paid by KERRANG 4 this)