TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: ... "We do not even try" was the phrase that comes out just a thought disconnected from my lips, hard.
Gerard stops, but does not appear mortified ... how could it not part of its 'being'. He gets up, like nothing had happened, continued to dry out a little more 'hair, then you start in the room without saying a word.
What I got? ... I laugh sitting in this chair.
CAP.15 - Santa Through Back Doors
missing one day on Christmas Eve and the eve of the exhibition. I'm more nervous at the thought of gifts I should buy the pictures that I'll have to explain ... sometimes they come to pick them up tonight ... choose the right one and do not be surprised if I decide not to expose any of them. In the end, have seen only one who bought Gerard ... and I do not think they'll find other like that because I have no intention of falling into the abyss although it is hard struggling against myself I want to do a good thing in my life.
In fact, as I said, the thing that really worries me is the Blessed Christmas. Although the country is full of lights, decorations and 'Santa Claus' on every corner I just can not feel the atmosphere, much less after the dream I had last night ... Jesus ... I could I would delete it immediately. Even now that I'm in the car with Mikey and we're going to 'buy gifts' ... actually, I still think back to that dream and I can not help it because I have some pictures printed in the head with a Super Attack.
in the up and square towered a giant Christmas tree full of colored lights, garlands and decorations different. So many people danced and sang around the musicians revived the festival with bagpipes and drums.
I was sitting in a corner, I enjoyed the festival in my own way, while Frank was trying to convince me in every way ... wanted to dance, wanted to follow him in its playfulness. Her smile was radiant, her eyes shining. He was my angel unchanged. I held her hand and pulled me to him, until he could not raise me.
danced all night in each other's arms until dawn, when our lips locked in a hot and heavy kiss -I swear to God that I 'heard' real- shortly after he told me he had something for me. He left a small box from his trousers-ironically-... and I cried with joy at the love of my life ... and kiss while another was preparing to rise to a strong wind beat down on us in the crowd opened showing Gerard like a fury that was coming towards us with a gun in his hand-thinking about it now I swear I could die laughing, then a gunshot.
I awoke with a start ... I mean ... definitely an experience not to repeat! A bit 'for the nostalgia of Frank, even though it had for a few minutes in my arms, my lips ... and so fucking real. A little 'to the terror of Mr. Way that haunts me even in dreams ... and it's sad, because after spending a week in close contact exposing our deepest feeling, after having divided the house practically more a month ... especially after quell'incomprensibile 'attempt' was again raised a wall. And it is understandable in front of a moment like this ... inappropriate, embarrassing and exciting at the same time .... Do not ask me to explain this' last statement because I can not even give me a logical explanation humanly and emotionally ... sometimes not even think about it, I see why I should.
I just want to see the world through different eyes and I wish everything was easier.
Mikey is singing 'Teenagers' that is going on the radio right now. It's funny how he is the only person who can give me peace of mind and some rare and voltachenon'm lost in my thoughts and serenity.
"What happened?" I asked when he realizes that eventually come back to reality "What do you mean Mikey?" ... "I mean with my brother, roses and flowers from frost in total ..." how do I to tell you? So I do not believe it. The fact is that they are total idiot, that's what happens ... and your brother is older than me. "But nothing, simply we do not agree on one thing ..." not trying to investigate now, please. "It must be a fairly mild considering the reactions ..." yes, it is. Too. "But no, you'll see that settles everything" ... "Liar." No, eh, do not read ahead too ... but it is a flaw in the family? I smile, he returns ... he knows that does not say anything more. In the meantime we have already parked and continued our trip. We face confusion and indecision behind those sliding doors.
'Jingle Bells' rings on every floor, while dozens of children run up and down the corridors. Damn. "How about this for Gerard?" Shows me a black shirt with a red edge "can go ... if we have three sizes in more ..." he shakes his head to emphasize my sour joke. But it's not a joke.
He has nearly finished, he thought of everything, in fact I have not even noticed his shopping, I kept looking around absent-mindedly answer yes or no from time to time. I have not even begun to think, to get an idea of what I would like to buy ... not bad, so are the 5, we have all the afternoon off. Take the elevator to bring us to the jewelry department, where I guess Mikey spend a fortune to Alicia. Just click the bell of arrival at the floor and the doors open, we realize you were wrong: we arrived at the toy department. And it is delusion. Two elves, or at least should look like elves, grab us by the arms in their own way in a nice dragging in the crowd that surrounds a Santa Claus take pictures with young and old "Mikey Oh no please ..." he looks at me , laughs and not an end. It seems like all the kids really have fun, but mica for gifts ... is laughing at me. "I do not do pictures I warn you ..." keep smiling "It's up to you, on" one of those elves come to get us. I would disappear, I swear that I would disappear at this time. "Come on, do Cheeeeese" Miss you're going to take the picture, you do not know how much you hate and curse. "Now we can go?" My face is on fire "Sure, let's go."
Continue to look at me and laughs. "Enough is enough ..." ... "but if you're laughing, too!" Is true, ok, now that we are already back home I can laugh. Do look at the picture, which is a horrible polaroid Santa Mikey that are and I laugh ... oh my, a grimace of indecision, I did not know whether to force a smile or be serious ... this is the result. "I can throw it?" I say, making it fly out the window "but not even dream" me out of the hands "Ungrateful" ... "but of what?" He laughs again. Thank goodness we're almost there at home, loads of our gifts. I actually I have taken only three: Mikey, Gerard, I have him, no stories ... I did also with the heart-and Frank. I do not know if it was a good idea ... but it's like a kind of affectionate farewell. I'll give him my gift, I will say that I miss, I'll be back soon in Italy ... or maybe not give it to him and not tell any of that. "Are you traveling again?" Mikey asks ironically, "No, I'm here," smiling at him. I know he cares about me and when it does it is extremely sweet. "And try to stay" ... the photo rests on the dashboard while I try in every way not to move me looking at her. It is not now feel the spirit of Christmas but at least I spent a pleasant afternoon ... except for elves.
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