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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 1, 2006 19:31:41 GMT -5
Chapter 27: You're so lucky I'm Dead, Because You're being Haunted
(Christine's view)
We had taken over the living room as we had kicked the boys into the basement or the upstairs. We were all in our pajamas, night masks on and junk food everywhere. And just to make me feel better, it was a little confession thing we had to do. What was on our mind. What had been our mind, who we fought with that we now love. It's not like Miranda and I had never fought before... ...Just that he lied to her, and through a 3rd degree, me. I stayed as far as possible away from him as possible. Yes, I used possible twice.
In those hours, someone walked into the room. I said Hi t them and when everyone turned to look at the person they looked at me funny. "No one is there." Ariel said. "I'll be back a minute." I said as the person, who I couldn't see clearly because they were in the shadows was calling to me. I wasn't on drugs and I knew that. I followed the figure to the kitchen and closed the door behind me.
"Dad?" I asked. "Hi, sweetie." He said looking at me. "But...no...you're dead." I was frightened. "I'm a ghost." "How can I see you?" I replied. "I have been haunting you, if you could say, for some time now." "But how can I see YOU?!" He smiled. How I missed his smile. "Daddy please tell me!" I said. "This will sound crazy..." He let his voice fade. "You have an ability." He continued. "Cut the crap and tell me!" I said, not sure if this was real. "You can talk and see with the dead." He said. "Like, a mediator?" I said. "No." He said. "Then what?" I begged. "CHRISTINE!" Someone said. And I felt myself violently shake. "Christine please, wake up, please!" The frantic voice tried again. "She's not!" Someone else said. "Go get someone, quick!" Shouted another one. I couldn't do what they were asking, I couldn't leave my father. "Christine!" Someone cried. Footsteps. "Where is she?" A voice I knew very well said. "I don't know what happened." Someone cried. "She said 'hi' to someone that wasn't there and excused herself for the kitchen, and she had been gone for 15 minutes so we decided to make sure she was alright." They continued. Two cold fingers went on my throat. "Call the ambulance."
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 3, 2006 20:55:25 GMT -5
Chapter 28: Another sad song with nothing to say about a lifelong hospital stay
(No ones Point of View)
"Hey, is she alright?" Gerard asked standing up to the doctor that just entered the waiting room. "She'll be just fine." He laughed with a smile. "Well what happened?" He asked not finding any of this funny. "Well, we took her blood, and it seems she has extremely high stress levels. What we believe is that she had a hallucination." He said. "Like on drugs, was she taking drugs?" Gerard asked as everyone watched on. "No, no drugs in her blood. When she wakes up, hope fully soon, we'll ask her what happened." He said. "You mean she's sleeping?" Gerard asked. "Wow, so many questions my boy! She's in a light coma, but in the next few hours she'll pop out of it." He said. "Oh." Gerard looked to the side. "Now, if I could, I would let you all visit her, but she'll be groggy and a bit energy drained when she wakes up. Plus theres visiting limits, but two people can go in now if you'd like." The doctor said. Gerard looked around. Everyone was there, except Frank. "Where'd Frank go?" Gerard asked everyone. "We don't know he got up and left a half hour ago, Kerrie even tried calling his cell. You didn't notice this?" Lauren asked. "No. Well anyone want to come in with me?" He asked. Halie looked around and she saw that everyone didn't say anything. "I'll go with you." "Follow me, you two." The very, joyful doctor said.
He led Gerard and Halie to Christine's room. Gerard had wished he came alone. They both sat in chairs opposite but next to Christine's bed. Gerard observed she was as pale as she had seen a ghost, or was one, almost translucent. She had sweat on her forehead from what looked like she had a bad dream. "I hate being in hospital rooms." Halie said a few minutes later. Gerard looked at Halie, she looked almost greenish and looked as almost as she had to vomit. "Hey, you can go back you know." he said softly. "You don't mind?" She asked. "No, just tell the next person to wait maybe a few minutes before they come." He said. "Alright, I'll see you later." Halie said standing up, brushing a strand of hair away from Christine's face and leaving the room. Gerard looked at Christine again. He wasn't sure if he should, but he grabbed her hand anyway. Her palms were sweaty but he continued to hold it. "Hey, Christine. Please don't wake up for a few minutes." He paused. "You are, by far, the most amazing person I met, you don't deserve this, and you didn't deserve what happened to you growing up. I think...I think I'm falling in love with you. Sounds silly, I know, I've only known you for a short period of time so you wouldn't understand. No one has made me feel so, so great or happy as you do. I care about you more then my own self, I think. And I just want you to know that you can tell me anything. When we talked yesterday, on the countryside, your so different from everyone else. You have a sense of purpose and knowledge beyond anything I've seen. Your extremely smart, funny, and so beautiful. I wish, I wish your father--." He was cut short of his confession by the startled awaking of Christine at the sound of father. "Christine! Your awake!" He said happily, a bit embarrassed hoping she didn't hear him. She turned her head to him, and some color returned to her face as she blushed feeling Gerard's hand in hers. She nodded her head and smiled a bit, but the smile soon faded. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly. "I saw...my father." She whispered. "The doctor said you had a hallucination." He said. "Oh, well in my 'hallucination,' he was a ghost, and I could talk to him, and then..." She broke into tears. "I couldn't hear what he was saying, because... because everyone was talking and screaming and yelling, and then he disappeared. And I tried to call him back, but he never came back. Just like when I deserted him and came back when he had died!" She cried. Gerard stroked her hand and with his other hand wiped away some tears. With her arm farthest and unoccupied by his, she reached over and drew him into a hug.
"I see, she's awake!" Kerrie said happily as she entered the room. "Hey." Christine said releasing him. "How are you feeling kiddo?" She asked sitting in the seat Halie had taken before. "Sore, groggy, tired, but nonetheless happy to be awake." She said taking a side glance at Gerard. "Miranda called your cell phone." Kerrie said pulling it from her pocket. Christine took hold of the hone and Gerard released her other hand unnoticed by Kerrie. It was a text message. 'Chris,Frank just got here from the hospital saying you were in a coma. I hope your Kay and I'm sorry that anything I said pout you there.' Was what it said. "Oh." Christine said out loud.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 3, 2006 22:38:10 GMT -5
Chapter 29: Roses For the Harlot
(No ones Point of View) (Miranda and Christine's cabin)
"Was she still in a coma when you left?" Miranda asked to Frankie. Frank was staring out a nearby window, watching the color of the sky become a pinkish orange as it sparkled across the tree tops. It was almost five in the morning. "Yeah she was." He said absentmindedly. "Do you want some coffee?" She asked opening a cabinet. "I couldn't refuse that. It's really pretty here." He said turning to Miranda and helping her fix himself a cup. They both took seats at the table. "I know, if you think the view here is pretty you should see Christine's place." Miranda yawned. "Christine's place?" Frank asked, sipping the coffee. "Yeah, if you take the trail in our backyard it leads to this gorgeous meadow kind of thing, it has a pond, she was there yesterday with Gerard. No idea as to what they were doing. But she goes there a lot to think and draw." Miranda said, getting up to grab some cookies from the counter. "Hey, you seem really upset." He said looking into her eyes. "Well I feel guilty that it's my fault she's in the hospital. I sent a text message to her when you came, so when she wakes up, she'll know I'm sorry. But it's not like I'm not still pissed at her." Miranda dunked a cookie in her coffee. "Why?" Frankie asked, looking at the curtains above the sink. "Because, she lied to me, about you raping her, that's why I asked you yesterday what you did at the party." Miranda said leaving her sentence off. "And I told you I was sick so I left early." Frank said for her. "Exactly. I mean, she thinks the world revolves around her. Just because she's the daughter of a murdered rock star, it's like she feels empowered to rule and dictate the world with what she wants." Miranda confessed. "Yeah, I guess she is kind of like that." Frank agreed. The sun was now up and it lit up the room. "Wow." Frank whispered. "Ha, think how I feel every morning." Miranda said noticing his observance of the sun's patterns. "It looks like a kaleidoscope." He remarked.
((Hospital))
Christine was allowed to leave the hospital with a list of drugs to stabilize her stress levels, since she was diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. PT-SD, for short, the symptoms were much like depression. Grief, anxious, and even depression were some. The doctor prescribed her tricyclic, but to start her on anti-depressant tablets. "We'll stop at the pharmacist before we get back." Bob said to Christine, giving her hug as he saw her. "Oh alright." Christine said looking at her medication. They all left the hospital in two cars. One, was the van, the primary vehicle for the band and the other was Gerard's car in which, he used when making short trips. Cy and Mikey had joined in with Gerard and Christine for the pharmacist. "I'll run in!" Christine said unbuckling her seatbelt. "Na-uh, you can't go alone. I'm coming." Gerard said following after her lead. "Whatever." Christine laughed rolling her eyes. "Where's the apothecary in here?" Christine asked as they got in the building. It was a Drugs Plus sort of store. "The what?" He questioned her. "Remember, your speaking to a Romeo and Juliet lover." Christine laughed. "But what the hell is apothecary?" He asked a bit frustrated. They strolled down an aisle that had ever Tylenol possibly ever made. "Let us see if you can remember, Romeo bought the poison off of him..." Christine said. "The pharmacist?" He asked. "Bingo, and look, you found it." She said walking a bit faster to the end of the aisle where the pharmacy was. She greeted the 'apothecary' and handed him her paper. A few minutes later he handed her a pill bottle and box of anti-depressant tablets. She then paid, ignoring Gerard's offers of him paying and they both went back to the car where Cy and Mikey were making out. "How long did you think it would take for us to be in and out?" Christine laughed as Cy blushed. Cy nudged Mikey and whispered into his ear. "Were all thinking it." She had said, about Christine and Gerard. "It's only time." Mikey whispered back, and they giggled like two high school kids.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 3, 2006 23:19:10 GMT -5
Chapter 30: I Still Remember the World, through the Eyes of a Child
"I got this booklet for you at the pharmacy." Gerard said handing it to Christine. "When?" She asked. "When I strolled away a bit while the guy got the meds." He said. "Many people with PT-SD repeatedly re-experience the ordeal in the form of flashback episodes, memories, nightmares, or frightening thoughts, especially when they are exposed to events or objects reminiscent of the trauma. Anniversaries of the event can also trigger symptoms. People with PT-SD also experience emotional numbness and sleep disturbances, depression, anxiety, and irritability or outbursts of anger. Feelings of intense guilt are also common. Most people with PT-SD try to avoid any reminders or thoughts of the ordeal. PT-SD is diagnosed when symptoms last more than one month." Christine read out loud from out of the booklet. "You OK?" He said looking as she stared at the booklet. "Yeah, this just doesn't fit though. I had a hallucination. And it wasn't of an event, and it wasn't a flashback of an event. I don't understand. Maybe they diagnosed me false." Christine said putting the booklet on the table in the bands' house. "You know you're right." He said. Christine nodded her head, picked up the booklet again, threw it in the bag that had her night clothes in and left the house with Gerard. Christine slept the hour up, and when they got there, she took him straight to her little 'sanctuary.' "This place never stands to fool my love for it." She said as they leaned up against a tree. "I can see why." He answered softly, surveying the area. It was quiet for some time, before she reached for his hand. Instead of concentrating on her though, Gerard concentrated on a little blue bird that hopped along the ground a few feet away. It picked at something in between the blades of grass and soon flew away. "I wish I could fly." Christine smiled as she rested her head on his shoulder. "So you could escape?" He said taking a glance at her. Christine was looking forward, and she played with Gerard's fingers. "So I could escape." She said barely a whisper back. Gerard turned his head, and in the process Christine lifted her head from his shoulder and turned it to his. Unplanned, was how their lips met accidentally since they were so close. But that didn't keep them apart, they almost magnetically did not separate as they became so involved in the kiss forgetting everything around them.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 4, 2006 15:01:11 GMT -5
Chapter 31: New York State of Mind
(Christine's Point of View)
I knew we had both lost ourselves in the kiss, because we couldn't stop until a few minutes later. Our hands were still connected and he had blushed and looked at his feet. "I had talked to you alone in the hospital before you woke up." He said. "You did? What did you say?" I said moving a strand of his hair behind his ear. He looked at me and played with my fingers. "I said that I was falling in love with you." "How funny, I am in love with you." I replied to him. He couldn't say anything so he kissed me again, this made me smile. "I think you should get back, I don't want you to but I have to stop in at work." I said sadly, standing up, pulling him up in the process. "Hey look a deer." He said pointing with his free hand over to the pond where a doe was taking a sip. "She's not alone." I said in awe as I watched her fawn catch up to her mother. He continued to watch the deers as I gazed at him. I reached over to his other hand and turned to face me and it was just us. Looking at each other. We both went in for another kiss, I put one of my hands on his neck and the other on his back while his hands strayed to my waist. The trees around us shadowed us in the sunlight as we passionately kissed deeper and deeper. That was all mind was concentrating on, and all I ever wanted to concentrate on. I just wanted this, forever. When we puled out from the kiss, he told me he was going to go back and I had told him that I wanted to stay a little while longer before I went to go into work. He tried talking me out of it, saying it wasn't a good idea for me to be alone, but I told him he could trust me. I watched him walk the path up as far as I could see and returned to the spot we were sitting at to watch the deer.
(No one's Point of View) About 15 minutes later, Gerard had reached his car to find Frankie and Miranda on the front steps....making out. He ignored them, and took Christine's night bag from his car and put it by the steps. This made them completely stop making out. "Where is she?" Miranda asked. "Still in the countryside place. She wanted to think alone before she leaves for work. This is her night bag, so if you could take it in when you do go in. Oh and Frank we have practice tonight." He said. "Well I should go to then. I'll see you later Miranda." He said giving her a kiss. Gerard had already left as Frank got in his car. He waved to Miranda before driving off. Halfway down the road he parked his car and got out.
Gerard arrived home two hours later due to midday New York traffic, and the first thing he did was call up Christine's cell, because she was probably still in the countryside. He called once.... no one answered. Five minutes later he tried again. No reply this time and he called a few more times only to get her voice mail.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 4, 2006 15:34:31 GMT -5
Chapter 32: My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon
(Christine's Point of View)
I sat in silence for about a half hour until the leaves that didn't mulch over the winter made that crunchy noise. I turned my head to the sound to see a silhouetted figure walking, figuring it was Miranda to tell me I needed to go to work I concentrated on the scenery again. The person, now I could tell was not Miranda stood right next to me, and I felt my neck lock up when I tried to see who it was. "Christine." they said. My neck let loose and I swung it to look at Frank. I quickly got up without hesitation and took a few steps back, as he took a few forward. "Leave." I said coldly to him. He turned his stare to the countryside. "Miranda's right it's even prettier here." He said. "Then leave and tell her she was right." I said to him not breaking my focus on him. "Na, I told her I was leaving after Gerard came out and caught us making out." He said. "So why are you still here?" I questioned him. "I don't know." He shrugged, he still wasn't looking at me. "Frankie for God's sake, you know damn well why you're fucking here. So spit it out or I'll call the police on you." I said pulling out my cell phone from my pocket. Stupid me. He turned his head to look at me, and faster then I could pull back grabbed my cell phone. He then threw it as far as he could, landing near the pond's embankment. "Asshole. Leave now!" I said louder to him. "No!" He said firmly. "I swear--" I said. He cut me off, "On what, you're scared? When has Ms. Christine Soprano ever been scared?" Frank said. I could feel sweat breaking out over my forehead. "You know damn well I've been scared before!" I hissed. But before he could respond I spoke up again. "And what the hell happened Frank? You were my best friend. You would know what I went through from Jake and you in return after years of not hearing from each other, we both happen to pop back in the picture and you've turned into Jake, my worst nightmare. Why the fucking hell Frank!" I had now become furious with him. He took a step forward. "Don't, don't you dare take another step closer." I threatened him with my finger pointing out to him. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him, gaining my other wrist. I struggled to break free from his grip, but realized I had a pair of lungs. So I used them, and I screamed as sharpest and as loudest as I could before he threw me onto the ground against the tree. At this point I had become weak from the throbbing pain in my back and also my anxiety from PT-SD had kicked in or at least I think it did. He sat on my lap and started to kiss me. "Miranda is right. You're just a whore." He said after he stopped. "No she never said that." I whispered back to him, my throat swelling. "No she didn't, but she might've well said that because you are one." He spat back. "Frankie...why do this to me?" I choked back to him softly. He started to put his fingers under the hem of my shirt. "Please." I cried to him to stop. He just glared and pulled the shirt over my head. "No." I sighed turning my head. You're not worth anything." He said moving my head back. But I just stayed where I was leaning against the tree, limply. He then started to kiss me again, and I couldn't escape it this time. He was at an advantage. He was sitting on me, which I was against the tree, one of his hands were around my throat, so if I resisted he could easily choke me and his other hand was somewhere on the ground leveling himself.
But then the crunching of the leaves, this time in more of a sharper sound and faster too were coming close. "FRANKIE!" I heard her yell. He stopped kissing me and stood up off of me. I rolled my head to the side again. I could see through my eyes, barely, as Miranda's face screwed up and her mouth had opened to say a numerous amount of things. "What did you do to her?! Frankie, I can't even start with you. You lied to me. Just leave, right now." She screamed at him.
He walked past her very disappointed in himself. Miranda, as soon as Frank had passed her, ran up to me and lifted my head up. "Jesus, what the fuck did he do?" She concentrated in looking in my eyes. I opened my mouth to say something. "No, no, don't speak. Come on we have to get you in the house." She said, her anger cooled down. She put on my shirt and stood me up. "Dude I can't do this alone. Once we get back, we're going to call work and tell him you can't come in. I'm so sorry for not believing you." She said as she let me lean on her as we started our way back to the cabin. "Thank you." I whispered to her. Her lips smiled, but her eyes didn't.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 4, 2006 16:30:53 GMT -5
Chapter 33: Smiles and Her Laughter is All I've Been Waiting For
(No one's point of view)
"Gerard, Hi It's Miranda." Miranda said into the phone after calling Gerard. "Oh Hey, what's up?" He said back, his voice had sounded a bit worried. "Frankie might not be at practice tonight." Miranda said to him. "Um, can I ask why?" He asked. "Yeah he sort of just left and he was kind of pissed over something." Miranda said trying to word it so he didn't ask too many questions. Miranda knew that Christine would want to talk to him about everything. "Ha, probably pissed that he had practice. So I tried calling Christine's cell and she didn't pick it up, she's alright?" He asked. "Yeah just drowsy a bit from the medication, I'm pretty sure she lost it though because I didn't see her with it." Miranda said. "Alright, I've got to go, but I'll talk to you later." Gerard said. "See you later." Miranda said before putting the phone down. "How'd it go?" Christine asked from where she was laying on the couch. "Good, he thinks one thing at least and he sounded happy to-wards the end of the conversation. How are you feeling?" Miranda asked sitting on the edge of the couch and checking Christine for a temperature. "Better...since when have you become Ms. Mom?" Christine smiled. "Since I feel very guilty about the whole thing." Miranda laughed. "No, you didn't do anything. You saved me remember. I don't think he's going to hurt me ever again." She said back. "Why?" Miranda said. "I just have that feeling, the intuition that he won't. I guess he was just having some psychotic imbalance or something. I know he likes you though." She reassured Miranda. "Well he technically cheated on me, and I don't know if I should be angry or pissed or what." Miranda confided. "The way he talked about you though, he seemed to really care. And Miranda look at it this way, I'm forgiving him as long as he is damn sorry. Just give him a chance, you never know you too could be something great." Christine said to Miranda. "Alright I'll think about it. You want me to put Phantom of The Opera in for you, I have to choose my favorite picture out of the ones I developed yesterday." Miranda said standing up and walking over to the DVD rack. Miranda was a photographer, and since living in the country she was able to take some of the most amazing pictures. "Yeah could you do that. I want to see all the pictures though later." Christine said as Miranda took the disk out.
Frank was on the highway, he had no idea where he was going but he was following the road anyway. He was heading up the state instead to New York City where he was expected to be. But he knew, he couldn't go back until he had sorted the mess he made out of himself. He knew he was an idiot and his intentions had been all wrong. But when he saw Christine, he remembered Jake. And he had remembered something Jake had told him about Christine when she had ran away. He never forgot what Jake had said, and he knew it was wrong, all wrong. Jake had, revealed to Frankie everything. He had given Frankie everything, and what was the most worst part about this, was that Frank knew he was going to kill Mavis. And he didn't bother to tell Christine. And the years they hadn't had any contact, drove him completely angry at the fact. He wasn't even attracted to Christine, yes, she was very pretty, but he could never see himself being more then just a friend. It was a horrible mess he had put himself into. Why did he have the urge to hurt her...
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 4, 2006 16:47:10 GMT -5
Chapter 34: There's a Reason these Tables Are Numbered
(No one's View, A Few Days Later...)
He had figured out what he was going to do. The water crashing over into the rocks had given him a lot of space to think. Niagara Falls.
He was going to drive back downstate and show up at the door of Christine's and Miranda's cabin. And they would talk. Because he needed to say so much. He needed to explain it all before he purposely fell off the edge. He ran from the observation deck of Niagara Falls and to his car, in which he got back in and made his way back down. He arrived several hours later to the front door, where his mental plan had told him he would be. Both their cars were there, and he paced outside of his car before knocking on their door. He just hoped Miranda would answer the door. "Frank?" Miranda said. He kept his head bowed. "Jesus, you look like shit, uh, come on, come in, I mean." She said to him. He stepped in and looked around a bit. "Can all three of us talk?" He asked quietly. "Yeah, let me go get Christine, you, sit at the kitchen table and don't touch anything." Miranda said, trying to conceal how upset she was.
They had all seated in the kitchen table, Frank on one side and Miranda and Christine on the other. It was silence until Miranda urged him to talk. "Over the past few days, I've been gone." He started. "We noticed." Miranda said quietly. "Well, yeah, I have a lot to say. Christine, I'm sorry. When you had ran away and had asked me to watch your father for you, Jake told me something. It was sick what he said, and some reason it ignited something in me. Not only did he tell me that, but he told me he was going to...going to kill your father. And I didn't do a goddamn thing about it. When we recently were re-acquainted what he said to me had just came back into my head. And after all those years of me pushing it to the edges of my mind it came back, the feeling. I didn't know what came over me at the party. I had drank so much, and there was you, the only person I could get away with using you. Because of the contract, I felt empowered, and the thoughts Jake had put in my head. He told me his secrets on you, what he liked to do to you, why he wanted to, and he was sick and twisted and completely disgusting. You could tell he hated himself as much as I hate myself right now. And Jeez, I'm going to get help. I'm going to go to a therapist and get these thoughts out of my head, or my anger at least out. I work out of anger, you know that, and all I can say is that I truly am sorry.... Miranda, I apologize to you too. I ruined it for us, I screwed us up, because I really like you, and I don't care if you both hate me because I deserve it." Frank said, pausing, shivering, and cringing in some parts of his speech. Miranda and Christine looked at each other before him. "But we already..." Christine started. "Forgive you." Miranda said. "What?" Frank said, startled by this. "Miranda and I had a long talk about it the other day. Except I didn't know that Jake told you about that stuff." Christine said. "What she's saying is we'll forgive but won't forget,and it will take a long time for us to trust you. Now we should call someone to come up here and get you, you really look like shit." Miranda said to him.
(Frank's Point of View)
I couldn't believe how I confessed everything in the shortest way possible...but what I mostly couldn't believe was how they forgave me. Both of them. It felt a lot better knowing they did, and I knew I couldn't screw up anything up from this point here and on.
Miranda had called up Bob and Lauren, to come and pick me up since they were the closet to the cabin. And Christine had called up the rest of the band letting them know I was OK. I could hear her talk to Gerard saying she missed him a lot. I turned back to watching Miranda. She was putting on some tea or coffee or something for me to have before Bob and Lauren would get here. I felt so grateful for them both.
(Gerard's Point of View)
Christine and I had just hung up the phone. She had told me that she needed to tell me something really important sometime soon and that she missed me. So I told her we could go on a real date and not just her backyard or Wal-Mart. She told me if it was better for her to tell me alone and not in the publics eye. She sounded so scared and I felt worried it was about the PT-SD. I reassured her we could go out to dinner and talk somewhere secluded.
The other part was, that Frank had just came over. I was glad he was OK, but I still was unsure of why he took off like that. I was starting to think it had something to do with what Christine told me.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 4, 2006 17:51:15 GMT -5
Chapter 35: Sorting out the Spider Web Feelings
(Miranda's Point of View, a Day later)
There was the deer, Christine had told me about. The doe with the fawn, clinging to it's mothers side. It was nice to see signs of Spring. I had waited until the opportune moment to snap a shot and capture their presence in my camera. It was what I loved about photography so much. You can capture anything and pull everything from it. With different filters you could create a different emotion, a different surrounding, and way. Sometimes I thought my mind was a camera, or maybe I had a photographic memory, because I could still see Frank's smile in my head. I guess I had forgave him sooner then I had hoped to. It's not easy seeing someone you really happen to like kissing someone else, but I understand him. It's not like Christine could do anything about it. She was trapped in his game too. But I remembered when we had kissed back at the cabin. It was so nice. I decided to go back to the cabin after my little photo shoot and call Frank and tell him I needed to see him alone. Maybe after the show they were playing tonight, just for our luck it happened to be playing around our area, and we were defiantly going, and it would be the night everyone found out about Christine and Gerard...if they were going to tell everyone. But they were going on their official first date tomorrow night, so it would kind of seem obvious for the guys at the house to see Gerard get all dressed up and go to pick her up.
When I got back to the cabin I showered, made a quick dinner and waited for Christine to hurry up since she was taking a long time showering. Once she got out, changed and ate a sandwich we were out of the house and at the venue. I had greeted Frank first, and I surprised him with a hug. He smiled at this and since there was time before they were going on, I pulled him outside to talk. "You know Frank, I really like you." I said to him. He smiled. "I really like you too." He told me. I was glad he did. For once, rushing into something felt good. See, one thing that separated me from Christine was she rushed into things. While I, thought things out more, and I guess doing something in haste was good for once. And it did pay off because Frank and I had started kissing, and I felt the same spark I did when making out with him on the steps. The music from the band that was playing before they were going on was playing a cover song that I really couldn't think of by the moment since I was so lost in this kiss. The door next to us opened. "Oops! Gerard and I are just going to get some cigs. Carry on!" Christine laughed as they both skipped off. But we hadn't even stopped. I could hear Gerard tell her he was trying to rid her of her habit and then their voices faded. Our perfect kiss was ruined by an unexpected down pour and what was odd it didn't even look like it was going to rain, but we ran inside the venue again and sat on a couch in an empty room. I was shivering and wet from the rain and Frank was too. but he put his arms around me to try and warm me up.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 4, 2006 18:49:10 GMT -5
Chapter 36: Strobe Lights and Sex Fights
(Miranda's Point of View)
I leaned my head on his shoulder and pulled my legs onto the couch to cuddle with him better. Although I hadn't known him long, I felt I knew him forever. There was just something holding me back from more. I may have seemed to know him forever but I didn't know much about him. "Were you in a band before this one?" I asked him. "Yup." He said. "What was its name?" I asked him. "Pencey Prep. Mikey had tried out for it, but didn't make it and that's how I met Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob." He explained. "Aw poor Mikey. How come I feel like I've known you forever?" I asked him changing the subject. "If I had an answer to that question, I'd tell you. But I'm still wondering the same." He replied. He sounded so much better since his apology and confession. Not much sooner could I hear the laughing squeal of Christine as I saw her run past the doorway soon followed by Gerard who was running after her. She must have had something to drink already. "Hey the other band stopped playing." I told Frank noticing how suddenly quiet it was. "Yeah were going to have to go on." He said sadly. "Aw, no you don't." I playfully said back. "I'm sorry." He apologized. We both stood up and I walked him to right behind the stage where he took his already tuned guitar and put it over his shoulder. "I'm going to sound terrible tonight." He complained. "No you're not." I said to him. Truthfully I never heard him play before except on the CD that Christine burned for me to listen to. "Yeah, I haven't practiced all week!" He laughed. "Well just concentrate, that's all I can really say to you. You sounded wonderful on the CD, so there's no saying you won't sound incredible right now." I said to him. He gave me a kiss. We were still dripping wet. I could see Gerard and Christine sitting together, they were soaked. Christine was smoking and Gerard was doing some odd vocal thing in which he sounded like a midget under pressure. No pun intended.
"Guys your on in 3 minutes!" James yelled from somewhere. I could see Gerard get up and call Ray and Bob over. They then continued to do some jumping jacks, how funny I thought. How come you don't participate?" I asked Frankie. "I have like a bad stomach." he said strumming some notes. I poked his stomach and he laughed. "It's not that bad." I exaggerated. He then poked mine and we continued to poke each others stomachs until he had to go on stage.
[No one's Point of View]
Gerard had made his way to the stage after the rest of the band had gotten on. "What's fucking up?!" He screamed into the microphone. The audience went ecstatic. Ray and Frank started to break out into a guitar riff for "This is The Best Day Ever." And it could of been.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 4, 2006 19:20:21 GMT -5
Chapter 37: Bite marks and Bloodstains
(Christine's Point of View)
I stood aside to Miranda watching the show. Correction, Miranda and I were dancing together on the side like the skank whores we were. Just a joke. They did an amazing set. This Is The Best Day Ever Headfirst For Halos Our Lady of Sorrows Jack The Ripper and they finished it off with Early Sunsets Over Monroeville. Gerard had came back to me the same he had left, soaking wet, except in sweat which kind of grossed me out but I kissed him anyway. I kissed him right in front of everyone and I could feel smiles across their faces. "You owe me 20 bucks, Mr. Toro." I could hear Ariel laugh. So we were betted on? It felt so nice to kiss him though. "Jeez Mikey, does your brother ever stop?" James laughed as she passed by him. Mikey blushed and Cy planted a kiss on him. Why should he feel embarrassed over Gerard and I's blooming romance.
-*- The Next Day -*-
Miranda watched as scurried around the house looking for something to wear. She commented on me saying I acted like I was going on my first date. But I told her I was going on my last first date, because I wanted no one else but Gerard. Miranda then helped me pick out something I had bought a long time ago that I thought I was going to wear to some dance but didn't go. It was a sleek black dress with a corseted top with red embroidered into it. After I had gotten the dress on I had put up my hair but something was missing from it. Miranda ran to her room and got out a red rose hair accessory and put it in my hair, she then did my make-up because she was amazing at it. And it showed when she finished. I gave her a huge hug and kissed on her cheek, put on my shoes, and anticipated Gerard's knock on the door. "I just hope everything will go well tonight, I mean what I have to say to him." I told her. I was worried about the whole Frankie raped me thing. "I'm not going to tell him..." I said to her frowning. "Tell him what?" She sat next to me with the phone in her hand. She was waiting for Frank to call her. "That he raped me. Not now at least, it's too soon." I said, I was trying to use better judgment. "Good idea, and I'm glad you thought it through." Miranda said as her phone started to ring. She hugged me before answering it and going to another room. A few minutes passed before I heard Gerard's knock on the door and I basically flew off the sofa and to the door and with a deep breath opened the door. I looked at him and almost feel over my heels. He was wearing a suit, with a red tie, and he looked all over amazing. But he couldn't stop staring at me either, so we were basically having a conversation with our eyes. Expectantly he put his hands on my waist and twirled me around giving me a kiss. "Bye Miranda!" I said as I shut the door and we promenaded outside. "You look gorgeous." He said to me as he walked me to the passenger seat. He shut the door after me and ran to his side, but before even starting the car he started to kiss me, and then it turned into us making out. His lips trailed from lips to my neck where he gently bit. "Vampire?" I whispered to him.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 4, 2006 20:21:16 GMT -5
Chapter 38: Attached at The Hip
(Christine's Point of View)
"I think we should get to the restaurant before it closes and you draw blood from my neck." I laughed as he pulled away from my neck. I touched the place on my neck where he bit and it throbbed a little. We drove to the restaurant listening to music the whole way there. And when we got there, it was a very fancy place, valet parking and all. "Going all out for me?" I asked him, as he opened the door for me so the valet could park his car. "I wouldn't do any less." He said kissing my cheek. "Aren't you affectionate?" I laughed. We walked arm and arm inside the building a Mozart was playing and the person at the waiter stand greeted us. "Reservations for Way." He said to them. "Follow me please." They said and led us over to our table. It was a table with two chairs and a candle in the middle with a bouquet of black roses and a bottle of red wine. He sat me down the gentleman way and sat himself down. The waiter handed us two menus and told us if we'd like to start off with a drink. He decided to get a Coke and I ordered water. We then dived deep into a conversation about art while we picked out something to order. "Gerard fucking Way, what you doing in this classy place with a hot chick!" Said a voice anybody could recognize. Gerard looked up from his menu and smiled. "Bert! Hey how you doing?" He said getting up and hugging his friend. "So the hot lady?" Bert asked and I blushed. "This is my girlfriend Christine, Christine this is Bert from The Used." Gerard said introducing us. "Hey, you guys rock." I said to him as he grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Oh I'm flattered!" I laughed. "So what are you, of all people, doing here?" Gerard asked. Since my knowledge on The Used, led me to know that Bert hated washing his hair and looking 'sharp.' "I happen to be on a date as well Mr. Way." He said pointing to his table. "Well, me too, hey Bert can we talk later?" Gerard said, almost annoyed that Bert had disrupted it. "Sure no problem, great seeing you again you sexy dude." Bert said. Gerard laughed and said his goodbye's. "Is he crazier then I've heard?" I laughed. "Much crazier." He responded.
After we ordered, ate, paid, and left we found ourselves walking along the nearby beach. My heels were in my hand and his shoes were in his other hand as we walked hand and hand. "So what is it you wanted to tell me?" He asked looking at where he stepped. "Oh just Frank had been a complete asshole to me for the last few days. He apologized though which is good. So what are you doing for your birthday, it is in a week." I changed the subject. "I don't know, have any surprises for me?" He asked. "Yes, I do, but you have to wait or else it's no fun OK?" I said to him. "I could wait for anything." He said. "Have you ever heard the Blink 182 song?" I asked. "Which one, they do have more then one song." He teased. "I Wanna Fuck a Dog In The Ass. I've had it stuck in my head all night." I laughed. "You mean the one that goes, tried to fuck your mom in the ass, tried to fuck your dad in the ass, but could only find the dog...and its ass?" He said. "Exactly that one." I laughed again knowing how stupid it sounded. We then walked for a few minutes in silence. I spotted a large piece of drift wood and steered him toward it so we could sit on it. I leaned my head on his shoulder and entwined my fingers with his. This man that I loved was perfect in every way.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 4, 2006 21:23:39 GMT -5
Chapter 39: everyone is crazy when dwarfs invade
((Miranda's Point of View))
Someone, I don't know who, but someone once said Everyone Will Be Loved. I strongly agree, because Frank had told me he was on his way so we could do something together. For me. I wondered what he wanted to do with me. I decided to clip Houdini's claws since he was about to tear up the furniture while waiting. Of course, Houdini hated this and it was hard doing it alone but kept my mind concentrated. When I heard a knockon the door I jumped out of my seat and floated to the door. I practically jumped on him and told him how much I missed him. "So, what are we doing?" I asked him. "Write a note to Christine saying you'll be out all night and that she could leave a message on your cell." He said quickly. I ran back into the house and scribbled a note, grabbed my bag and shoes, locked the house and we were outside. I started to walk to the car but he stopped me by taking my hand and leading me to the trail. We walked down the trail, and I was a bit scared, I had never been down the trail at this time of night, Christine had, but not me. I couldn't recognize anything until we reached the meadow. He led me over to the pond where I could see a picnic blanket rolled out with a basket and pillows. "When did you do this?" I whispered to him. "You don't need to whisper there's no one here." He said out loud. "Alright! So what have we got here?!" I yelled sitting on the blanket. "Ha-ha, well open the basket. I'm not one for very romantic dates." He said. "Me neither." I said opening the basket to find a note and a package. I opened it and read, "Open the package and follow me once again, I've got a surprise." It read. I tore open to package and found a towel. Before I could ask him anything he had picked me up bridal stlye and started to walk with me in his arms. "Well, at least I don't have to follow you." I laughed. In a few minutes he let me down to this little beautiful area. There was a small lake with a water fall, it was a natual sauna. "Hop in." He said to me. "You go first!" I said to him. "Alright!" He agreed and took off his shirt. Then he took off his pants and jumped in, in his boxers. "And what am I supposed to wear?" I asked folding my arms as he came out. "Come on!" He said. "Fine!" I rolled my eyes and lifted my shirt over my head. "I'm wearing girl boxers!" I laughed as I took off my pants. "Jump in." He said. I jumped right next to him splashing him. "Thanks." He said pulling me close to him as I re-surfaced. He pulled me into a passionate kiss in the moonlight.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 4, 2006 21:52:11 GMT -5
Chapter 40: The Dead Girl Epilogue
((Christine's Point of View))
To tell the truth, I had no idea what I was going to surprise him with, but I wasn't going to tell him that. "Why are you so perfect?" He said slowly watching the waves gently crash onto the shore. "Only in your eyes." I said to him. I lifted my head off his shoulder and waited for him to turn to look at me. When he did, we collided into another kiss, this one I felt more connected to him then any other one. His tongue slipped into my mouth and as I sat on his lap.
He leaned me against the drift wood and I felt his hands on my waist. Sadly, our make-out session lasted only a few more minutes until we got up and left. He saw that I was very tired and carried me to his car. I slept on the ride home soundly and he woke me up to bring me inside the house since he didn't have the key. I opened the door, and expecting to find Miranda there, didn't, but found everyone else. Bob, Lauren, Mikey, Cy, Kerrie, Ariel, Ray, Halie, and James were all there, and they surprised us. "Mikey told us!" Halie laughed. "Mikey told you what?" I asked rubbing my eyes from the light. "That you two were going on your official first date tonight." Kerrie continued. I punched Mikey lightly on his arm. "Ow!" He complained rubbing it. "No, no dear let me handle this." Cy said kissing Mikey's arm. "Thank you dear." He said smiling. "Odd moment!" I laughed as I turned to be hugged by Ariel. "You two make such an adorable couple. But I suggest you need to talk to Halie alone. Get a little background info on him." She whispered to me. "Why? Something wrong?" I asked her. "No, nothing at all. It's just he has kind of had a rough pass. ow go in the kitchen!" She said pushing me off in the direction. Lauren walked with me into the kitchen and turned on the light for me. "Aw you guys!" I laughed looking at a cake. The cat was in th shape of a bat and decorated like one too. "It's adorable! I love it, I can't eat though, not yet, Miranda needs to take a picture of it, plus it's too cute to eat!" I said wrapping my hands around Lauren.
Soon we all decided to watch a movie until Frank and Miranda returned from wherever they went. When we heard their voices outside we shut off the TV and stayed completely quiet the door was opened. Halie turned on the light and we all watched as Miranda and Frank were kissing in the doorway, in their undergarments soaking wet. Miranda then turned her head expectantly and gasped as she saw us. "Shit!" She said and she led Frankie up the stairs to her room in a fit of giggles. "Well looks like there are two couples!" James said opening a bottle of champagne.
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Post by ♥morgueresident♥ on Feb 4, 2006 22:28:36 GMT -5
Chapter 41: You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile
((Christine's Point of View)
"Oh, the sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, they'll be sun." Gerard sung in his sleep. "Sh, don't wake him up!" I said to Bob who was about to put a feather to his nose. Instead I cuddled with Gerard defensively and closed my eyes. "'Cause I'm stuck in the day, that's gray, and lonely, but I stick up my chin and grin and say." I sang softly to mock him. "Why was he singing 'Annie' though?" I could hear Halie giggle. The next morning I woke with two arms around me and a feeling of security. "Um, Gerard...let me go." I groaned as I struggled to get out of his grip to use the bathroom. It took a few minutes before I pried his fingers open and freed myself. He rolled on his stomach and slept soundly still. "You big sleepy dope." I whispered affectionately while kissing his forehead. After I used the bathroom I took my PT-SD anti-depressant tablets with a cup of tea. The bat-cake was still on the table, covered, and I took a glance at the time it was almost twelve and almost time for me to go into work. I groaned at that thought of this and changed into black jeans and a gray shirt that I had designed. Houdini ran across my legs in attempt for attention and food, in which I complied in feeding him and giving him a kiss. Then I decided to try and wake up Gerard to tell him I was leaving, so I decided to experiment with him. I tickled his side, he only grunted and moved his hand. Then I went into the refrigerator and got out some whip cream. I stole Bob's feather and went back to Gerard. I put whip cream in his hand and tickled his nose with his feather. Then SPLAT. He went to go push away the feather but instead got a face full of whip cream. "Score one for Christine!" I laughed to him. "Good morning, sunshine! I just had to wake you up to tell you I'm leaving for work." I said licking some whip cream off his nose. He put some in his mouth and licked his lips. "I'll get you back." He laughed. "O, I happen to love revenge." I said kissing him and standing up. "At least it will be sweet!" He laughed as I left the house.
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