...little inconsistencies...

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 23:22:53 GMT

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All of the following pieces are works of fiction. I do not own any of the people mentioned in them, unless specifically stated. These stories are not meant to be taken seriously. I do not intend to imply that the events within them actually happened.

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Please do not steal any of the stories or poems written here. They are all my hard work. I intend to become a published author one day and I'm basically using these to test waters and learn from. I will be very put out and may have to do something drastic if I find out you've stolen my hard work. Thank you and please enjoy the works.

!!!NOTICE!!!

I know that it has been a very long time since I wrote anything new. I'm currently assessing that situation. I have at least six locked entries that I'm working on an hope to open up in the next two weeks. I have a Danny/Dougie (Mcfly) story and fifty sentence prompts in the work. A sudden burst of inspiration led to the beginning of a Harry/Dougie (Mcfly) ficlet and I plan on adding to my Pete/William story "Stage Kisses". Please bear with me as I rediscover who I am as a writer. I've spent the last year figuring out who I am and am now ready to find this essential part of myself again. Thank you.

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 00:06:11 GMT

DYW Fic Exchange for forgetfulone

Title: One Rule Overseas (No Common Sense) [1/2]
Rating: PG
Pairing: Peter/Patrick
Summary: Fall Out Boy have to cancel their Paris show because Patrick's lost his passport.
Dedications: forgetfulone for two reasons. What she wanted in a story let me use a plotbunny that's been in my head for a while and because this was written just for her.
Author's Notes: This first part is short, but the second part is longer and better...

*There is one rule that everyone is supposed to follow when you go overseas. That rule is very simple and not at all hard to follow. The cardinal rule of traveling overseas is, of course, keeping your passport with you at all times.

Even if you are in a band and performing on stage, you need to have that little blue booklet with you. Wheather you shove it in your back pocket or safety pin it to the inside of your shirt, I don't give a fuck, you need to keep it with you.

Why, you ask. Why must you always have this little phamplet with you? Why is it almost doubly important for people in bands? Well, I'll tell you. It's so that you don't end up in situations like the one we're in now.

You may or may not know this, but I'm in a little band called Fall Out Boy. Tomorrow, we were supposed to be playing a show in France, but that isn't going to be happening.

It's not going to be happening because of my darling boyfriend. Patrick is the sweetest, most loveable guy on earth. He's more adorable than a baby kitten and his voice could rival an angel's, but sometimes the boy has no common sense.

Take tonight, for example. Instead of leaving his passport shoved into his back pocket, he puts it into his messenger bag. Lo and behold, it's the one night someone decides to sneak backstage and do some theiving. What's the one item they decide to take? Patrick's bag -- with his passport.

There is no way he can get one before we need to go, so we're stuck canceling tomorrow's show. Joe and Andy are a bit pissed at him and currently giving him the cold shoulder, along with most of our crew. I tried talking to them, explaining that it wasn't necessarily all his fault, but they wouldn't listen. So now I'm off to find my boyfriend and see how he's coping.

I search around the venue for a few minutes before I hear a muffled crying coming from somewhere nearby. I quickly locate the room with the door slightly ajar and peek in. There's my sweetheart, curled up on a sofa and crying softly to himself, muttering a self-berating comment every so often.

I push the door a little farther open and slip in unnoticed. Making my way over to him, I toe off my shoes and sit down beside him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him in close. He tries to resist at first, but his attempts are weak and it's not five minutes and he collapses in my arms, sobbing a little more openly than before.

For a few moments, I sit with him, rubbing his back in soothing circles and whispering 'It's okay's and 'They won't hate you forever's in his ear. Slowly, his crying begins to cease and he tilts his head to look up at me.

"Why are you being so nice to me, Petey?" he asks, quieter than normal.

"Oh baby, why wouldn't I be?" I respond, nuzzling my nose in his neck.

"Because I was an idiot. I'm making us dissapoint so many people."

"It was a mistake, baby. Everyone makes them. We can go to Paris another time."

He looks at me for a long moment, as if trying to find a lie on my face. Some sign that says I'm not telling him the truth. He can't find one, so he snuggles back into my chest.

"Thank you," he whispers.

"For what, baby?"

"For being here for me, even when I mess up."

I can't think of any verbal response, so I tilt his head back up to face mine, and gently kiss his lips. He kisses back and we keep it slow and steady, just basking in our love for one another. It doesn't need to be all fire and passion right now. Right now, it's just him and me and our moment together.

We can get to the really fun stuff later on.

Sat, 27 May 2006 03:21:12 GMT

Title: I Want A Boy Too Drunk To Talk (1/1)
Pairing:William/Pete (TAI/FOB)
Rating:NC-17 (for sexual acts between boys)
Summary: Will's upset and decides to drown his sorrows in a bottle or two of Jack Daniels and read his friends away messages...
Notes: Just a standalone inspired by one of Pete's away messages.
Disclaimer: This is not real. I do not own Pete, William, or any other famous-type people mentioned.

*After our set I headed backstage to shower and find a shirt that wasn't soaked with sweat. I had no luck, so I just tossed my t-shirt (actually, it was Siska's) into my bag, threw on my blazer and headed for the buses.

I wasn't in the mood to watch Fall Out Boy perform and I had begged my way out of "Sophomore Slump" for just one night, cause I wasn't feeling too great and I just wanted to go drown my sorrows in a bottle or two of Jack Daniels.

So, I sat on my bus, drinking my cares away and mindlessly doing random things on my laptop. I checked out the website, leaving some lame update because I hadn't in months. I chatted with a few random people, telling them how I wanted someone to love me, even if it was only for one night. I even got a couple of offers from those random IM's, but none of them remotely interested me.

I soon got bored of the internet and decided to check my sidekick. Maybe some of my real friends would be more helpful in cheering me up. It was just my luck, however, that absolutely no one was on.

Regardless, I started clicking through my friends list, reading the random away messages. Lyrics from songs, invites to random parties, updates on life, but nothing really caught my eye.

That was, until I got to Pete's. Obviously, the show was over, because his away message had changed from the last time I checked before the show, but he was still choosing to just annoy people with an away message, then actually bothering getting on to talk with anyone.

Back to the point: his away message, which said "I want a boy who's too drunk to talk."

Well, well, well, I thought to myself. He wants a boy too drunk to talk and I just want a little bit of loving. I was thinking that we both just might be getting what we wanted. That is, if I wasn't too drunk to walk.

About thirty minutes later, I had finally managed to find my way to the Fall Out Boy bus, which for some odd reason, was parked three fucking blocks away from mine. The walk was a little bit of a nightmare, but I stuck to the shadows, so only three girls in hardly any clothing managed to catch me and beg for autographs and pictures. I gave in, so that they wouldn't attract more unwanted attention and just because I figured it would get them out of my way faster.

I knocked unevenly on the door and a couple moments later, Pete opened it. He stared down at me in surprise, before he decided to move aside and let me in. I flopped down on the couch, exhausted from my walk, my head spinning just a little. Pete followed me in, taking the spot beside me.

"So," he started, in that tone someone uses when there's one of those slightly awkward pauses. "What's inspired this late night visit, when you're obviously drunk off your ass?"

What did you say? Could you try to speak in smaller phrases? Like, maybe the ones you'd use to explain things to a three year old?

After taking a moment to process his words, I managed a short reply, "Away message. Yours."

Now it was his turn to look confused. Oh, god, don't tell me he just randomly picked something. I was really looking forward to some comfort in the form of inked tan skin and hazel eyes.

He pulled out his sidekick, quickly flipping to his own away message, finally putting two and two together. He looked over at me, some unreadable expression in his eyes.

"Oh, William." he whispered softly, and I had no idea what he was about to say or do or what he could possibly be thinking. I don't know how I was even managing to think at that moment, but another ten seconds and it didn't matter.

Peter had suddenly leaned over, cupping my face in his hands before pressing his lips lightly to mine, "You didn't have to be too drunk to talk."

I opened my eyes that I had let flutter shut to stare into those hazel orbs. Suddenly, I began to realize exactly what he meant. He knew how I had been feeling. He knew that I would go get as drunk as I could. He hadn't really wanted a boy too drunk to talk. He only wanted me and in that moment, he was all I wanted as well.

I leaned forward, pushing our lips together again, then pulling back slightly, "I didn't realize."

No more words were spoken as our lips met a third time, a little harder and more desperate than the previous ones. It wasn't long before he was pushing me back, laying me on the couch and stretching himself out on top of me.

I welcomed his weight onto me gladly, feeling better than I had the whole night, even if my mind was blurry from all the alcohol, and I somehow knew that it wasn't going to be a night I forgot. I knew that somehow this would stay in my memory, even when everything else that had happened tonight had disappeared into the dark abyss of a hangover.

Wait, why am I thinking so much? I've finally got the most gorgeous boy in the world laying on top of me and his tongue is wrestling with mine. His hands were starting to wander down my sides, creeping under the blazer. They ran back up, pushing the offending article of clothing off of my shoulders. I removed my hands away from his waist to pull my arms out of the sleeves.

Instead of replacing them on those tan hips, I pushed them up under his shirt, pushing it up as he rained kisses along my jaw, making a beeline for my neck. He pulled away for just a second so I could pull it off.

As soon as it was on the floor beside the couch, he leaned back down, connecting his mouth to mine again.

I began to notice that he was rather excited and it was pressing against my lower stomach. I pushed him down just a little, so that I could grind my hips up into his. He let out a long moan, grinding back against me.

In a matter of minutes, the kisses were getting sloppier and hands were fumbling with buttons and belts.

His lips were making their way down my front again, and suddenly my mouth was invaded by two of Pete's fingers. I sucked on them, thoroughly coating them in saliva, well aware of what purpose they were about to serve. When he determined that I had slicked them up well enough, he pulled them away, trailing one down my side and sending shivers up my spine. Shivers that turned into a shudder when he pressed it to my entrance. He continued to carefully scissor me and it wasn't long before I was pushing back onto his fingers, my head thrown back against the arm of the couch.

"Please," I finally managed to get out in between moans and gasps for breath.

Pete quick obliged, removing his fingers and positioning himself. He began to carefully pushing in, taking more time than I wanted. As much as I loved the display of gentleness, right then all I needed was to be filled with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, impatiently pushing him in deeper a lot quicker than he was doing himself.

He broke his concentration, opening his eyes to look at me when he was suddenly in to the hilt. I just smirked and pulled him down to kiss him, before thrusting my hips up, wanting to get things started.

He smiled against my lips, picking up my pace. He seemed to need this as much as I did and now that he realized that I needed it too, he was no longer hesitating to go after what he wanted, which meant I got what I wanted as well. His pace was steady, but he kept switching up his angle, searching for my spot.

He finally found it and I screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. He continued to pound into that spot, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I could tell that he was getting close as well and snaked my hand down to help me get that much closer. Pete swatted my hand away, replacing it with his own, keeping up with the rhythm that he had set.

By this time, I was moaning almost non-stop and strings of curses and each other's name were falling from our lips.

Moments later, I was spiraling over the edge. As I came hard between us, my muscles clenched tight around him, sending Pete over the edge as well.

As we came down from our highs, he buried his face in the crook of my neck, placing soft kisses on my collarbone. I just lay there, feeling a hell of a lot better than I had earlier. The man I'd been lusting over was finally in me and on me, completely surrounding me.

To think, I only had to be too drunk to talk. Why hadn't I noticed his away messages earlier?

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Hope this was up to par!

Sun, 21 May 2006 22:55:54 GMT

Title: Stage Kisses (3/?)
Pairing:William/Pete (TAI/FOB)
Rating:PG-13 (f-word)
Summary:Will always kisses Pete at the end of his guest spot in Sophmore Slump, so what happens when Fall Out Boy goes on tour without The Academy Is...?
Notes: I want to turn this into a chaptered fic, but only if you guys think it's good enough to continue.
Disclaimer:This is not real. I do not own Pete, William, or any other famous-type people mentioned.

*I raise my eyebrows at Patrick, silently asking him to elaborate.

"What I mean is, for about three weeks in the middle of that tour, me and William," he paused, a faint blush rising in his cheeks, "well, we were sorta kinda a thing."

All I could do was sit there, my mouth nearly hanging open in shock, body slightly tense, as he continued to explain.

"I really liked him, alot. I know I should have told you, but he begged me to keep it a secret," he paused again, and seemed to be collecting himself, "Then, all of a sudden, he just ended it. He wouldn't give me an explanation, just said it was over. The only thing he ever said was that there was more than one fish in the sea and he intented to taste as many as he could."

Patrick trailed off again, sniffling slightly. I squeezed him slightly, telling him it was okay, that he didn't have to say anymore. He just shook his head. He was determined to tell me the whole thing.

"When he told me that, I was completely heartbroken. There I'd been, looking for forevers and he was just waiting for the next interesting piece of ass to come along. I knew from the kisses that it wouldn't be long before he'd decided you fit his current fancy, and I didn't want him to do the same thing to you. I made him promise he wouldn't go near you. He promised me, he said he wouldn't touch you, wouldn't hurt you like I'd let him hurt me."

He finally stopped, completely leaning on me for support. I had no idea what to say after a revalation like that, so I just sat there, rubbing my hand in soothing circles over his back.

I don't know just how long we sat there, but it must have been a significant amount of time, because Mike stuck his head out the door, "Just checking to make sure you guys didn't abandon us," he noticed Patrick's tear-stained face, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, raising my just enough to look at his face, "We'll be back in real soon. Just give us a couple more minutes, 'kay?"

He nodded and dissappeared back into the room. I took a second to wonder how he and Will were keeping themselves entertained, before I turned my full attention back to Patrick again.

I slipped my hand under his chin, tilting his face up so he had to look at me.

"Listen Patrick. He didn't really break his promise. Yes, he kissed me first, but he backed off right away. I intiated the second kiss because I wanted to." I stopped to catch my breath and take a moment to compose my next couple of lines. "I understand your concern and I feel really honored to have you care so much about me. I know how much I could get hurt if I explored these feelings I have for him, but I have to, Patrick, I just have to. I promise that I'll try not to get in too deep, but you have to understand, I have to try."

Patrick just blinked at me for a few moments, holding my gaze steady, searching my eyes for anwsers. Evidently he was satisfied with whatever he saw because he nodded his head. It was barely percepitable, but he'd done it. He'd given me his blessing to take things where I wanted with William.

I was worried though, after what Patrick had told me. I'll admit it, I do have a tendency to fall hard and fast for people and most of the time it's resulted in me getting a broken heart and Patrick having to help me pick up the pieces. I knew he hated how I let myself get sucked into these doomed relationships, but he was there for me in the end every time, even after he'd warned me against starting it in the first place. I wondered if he would be strong enough to stick around this time.

For the first time in the history of my friendship with Patrick, I was questioning his ability to be my rock and that scared the shit out of me.

He sighed again, "Okay, but please Peter, be careful."

I nodded, pulling him closer and wrapping my other arm around him in a hug. "I will." I whispered into his hair.

We pulled apart and stood up, brushing non-exsistamt dirt off of our asses as a matter of habit. Then we headed back into the room, where Will and Mike were in a heated discussion about some song that I'd never heard of. They stopped almost as soon as we came back it.

"We will be finishing this conversation later," William said to Mike, before turning to look at us, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," Patrick anwsered, going to sit near Mike on the couch. Seeing that there were no other seats, I seated myself on William's lap, quickly pecking his lips. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Patrick grimace. I just rolled my eyes at him, it wasn't really his beuisness when I kiss Will or not, he had given his consent.

Mike seemed to notice the slight exchange, cause he suddenly cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. "So, it's three a.m., and we're home in Chicago. What the hell are we doing sitting in a dirty dressing room?"

"That is a very good point you bring up, Mike." I agreed.

"Let's go to a club." Will said.

At the same time, Patrick suggested, "Let's go home and get some sleep in a real bed."

I quickly agteed with Will as Mike was agreeing with 'Trick.

We sat in silence again. This seemed to be the night of awkward silences. I prayed I never had to go through one of these again, then voiced my solution.

"We'll all get in the van. Patrick can drop me and Will off at the club, drive Mike home and then head home himself. See, this way everybody's happy."

Everyone quickly agreed, whether it was because they thought it was a good idea or if it was just the fact that they wanted to get out of there, I don't know, but I didn't really care, cause it wasn't silent anymore. We were headed outside, Will and Mike had resumed their argument and I noticed that Patrick's arm had slipped around Mike's waist. I wondered briefly what was going on there, but let it drop once we reached the van.

Twenty minutes later William and I were on the middle of the dance floor of the hottest gay nightclub in Chicago and getting very aroused. I wondered just where this night would end up.

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sorry about getting the chapter up so late, but i dropped a tabletop on my foot today and have been nursing the large swollen purple bump on my foot all day.

Sat, 20 May 2006 07:40:28 GMT

Title: Stage Kisses (2/?)
Pairing:William/Pete (TAI/FOB)
Rating:PG-13 (f-word)
Summary:Will always kisses Pete at the end of his guest spot in Sophmore Slump, so what happens when Fall Out Boy goes on tour without The Academy Is...?
Notes: I want to turn this into a chaptered fic, but only if you guys think it's good enough to continue.
Disclaimer:This is not real. I do not own Pete, William, or any other famous-type people mentioned.

*"What the fuck is going on here?" Patrick asked, promptly dropping his bottle of Coke to the floor in shock. Mike didn't say a word. In fact, once he seemed to get over the initial shock, he looked about ready to laugh, instead of going into a hissy fit.

I climbed off William's lap as an awkward silence ensued, standing up and looking at my shoes sheepishly. I didn't know what to say. I always told Patrick everything, but I hadn't mentioned anything about a desire to shove my tounge down Will's throat. He probably thought this was some fucked up practical joke.

I looked to Will to see how he was handling the sudden silence. He cheeks were flushed red, but I'm not sure if that was from the intrusion or just the kissing, but his eyes were cast downward until he felt my gaze and met it. We held each other's gaze for a moment, before I decided I'd had enough silence.

Silence just isn't my thing, if you haven't figured that out already, so I was going to talk and fill it, no matter what the consequences.

"Patrick, look, I can explain." I started. That had to be the most lame opening sentence ever though. I mean, how many times have you heard that exact same phrase in a movie? It's always followed by some bullshit excuse for someone's wrongdoing. Why the hell did I start with a line like that?

"You'd better." he snapped harshly. Woah, what was going on here? I could have understood him being a little miffed that he hadn't been informed of my boycrush, but this seemed to be taking it a little far. Even Mike noticed the tone, cause the smirk fell off his face when he turned to look at Patrick and replaced it with a questioning look.

Patrick ignored him, choosing to finally step inside the room, heading over to a oversized armchair and sitting down on it. "Okay, Peter, " Uh oh, Peter? He rarely uses that. What the fuck is so wrong with me kissing someone? "I'll hear you out, but there better be a really good story behind this one."

"What?" I replied, cause right then I was just really confused. I mean, this is Patrick we're talking about here. Sweet, lovable, huggable Patrick, but he was definantly not acting like his usual self. This Patrick was tense and harsh and obviously harbored a great dislike towards myself or Will or possibly both of us.

"You said you could explain, so, explain."

"Wait. First I want to know what's going on with you." I wasn't going to give into his third degree when he was acting so off. By this time, we'd forgotten anyone else was in the room. This was a Patrick and Pete moment, except for the fact that it was totally fucked up.

"What do you mean, 'what's going on with me'? I'm perfectly fine."

"No, you're not. Why are you making such a big deal out of this? I mean, I know I tell you everything and all, but so I forgot one little time. What's the matter?"

"I'm not making a big deal out of this." Patrick started, in defense, "I just want to know why I come back from a little jam session with a friend to find my best friend sticking his tounge down the throat of someone I thought was my friend."

Hold up a second here. Thought was his friend? This isn't about me, I realize, as I catch Patrick's gaze and hold it. It's about Will. I swing my head back around to him and find that he has once again decided that the stain on the carpet is the 8th wonder of the world. Yep, there's definantly something that I missed somewhere along the way.

"Patrick?" I started slowly, choosing my words carefully. "Will you come with me for a moment?"

I decided it would be better to ask what I needed to where Mike and Will especially couldn't hear. I didn't want things to be said that would ruin friendships, though it seemed I'd already succeded in helping to royally screw one up.

Patrick looked hesitant for a moment, then nodded and followed me out to the hall. He leaned against the wall just outside the door, sliding down it to cross his arms on his knees and bury his head in them.

I knelt down beside him, feeling a little bit worried and apprehensive. "Patrick, what's wrong? Is there something that you're not telling me?"

He didn't anwser me for a few moments, and I was about to give up hope of getting anything out of him just then when he all of a sudden spoke up.

"Yeah. There is something I should have told you a while ago, but I didn't know how you'd react."

"Patrick, you know I'll love ya no matter what, right? You're my best and closest friend in the world. There's like nothing in the entire world that would stop me from being your friend."

"This might."

He truly looked a little scared to tell me and I was beginning to worry too, but what I'd said was true. There was nothing that would make me want to stop being his friend. That is, unless he went and did something crazy, like kill my mother or something, but that's definantly not what he's about to say, cause I talked to my mother at 11 and also, my kissing William wouldn't evoke a confession.

"Just tell me, 'kay?" I whispered, slipping an arm around his shoulders, "Then see what my reaction is."

He nodded, wiped his eyes, and rested his head on my shoulder. He remained silent for a few more minutes, before he sighed rather loudly.

"Well, the thing is is that I don't want you to get hurt. Doing things with Will will get you hurt."

I wasn't understanding what he was saying. Why would him telling me this make me hate him? He'd said things like that about other people in my life and I hadn't hated him then. I told him as much.

"Let me finish." he interrupted, "I just, I know you'll get really hurt. You fall hard and fast for people. Will's one of those people that you could easily do that with, but he wouldn't be in it like you would. I know."

Okay, so he knows how easy I could fall into something for William, and he really doesn't seem to want me to, but why? What makes him think I'll get hurt any worse than I have with some of the girlfriends I've had.

"How do you know Patrick? What makes you think I'd be any more hurt this time than the times before?"

He took another deep breath, "'Cause I already fell for his charms last tour."

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There's part 2, even if I write part three tonight, you won't be getting it til sunday, cause i have to make you hold your breath a little bit, right?

Sat, 20 May 2006 02:12:11 GMT

Title: Stage Kisses (1/?)
Pairing:William/Pete (TAI/FOB)
Rating:PG-13 (for kissing and one f-word)
Summary:Will always kisses Pete at the end of his guest spot in Sophmore Slump, so what happens when Fall Out Boy goes on tour without The Academy Is...?
Notes: I want to turn this into a chaptered fic, but only if you guys think it's good enough to continue.
Disclaimer:This is not real. I do not own Pete, William, or any other famous-type people mentioned.

* I don't remember exactly how it started, but I know it must have been sometime during the tour Fall Out Boy did with Midtown, The Academy Is... and Gym Class Heroes. Each night we would perform "Sophmore Slump..." and that's when he would come out to join us. He'd sing his lines, long limbs flailing with no apparent control, put the mic away and then he'd kiss me.

Every night, without fail, before he'd make his exit, he'd kiss me.

At the time, I thought nothing of it. It just became a normal thing. He'd sing, give me a kiss, and leave. I'd continue on with my show as if nothing had happened.

I really didn't realize that it meant anything to me until our next tour. This one was without The Academy Is..., so Patrick would sing his lines, and something didn't feel right. I didn't realize until about a week and a half into the tour what I was missing. It was his kisses. I was so used to getting them, almost looking forward to them during that song that it was a something of a letdown to not recieve them.

I brushed it off, though. The only reason I missed it was because it had become routine. It wasn't because I felt anything for him. At least, that's what I tried to convince myself of.

That whole theory was shot to hell when our tour converged with theirs in Chicago. We had three shows there and they had a couple too, but he made sure to show up at every one of ours and do his part. I got my kisses again.

I realized it was only a temporary situation, but those three shows felt better than the whole tour so far. I suddenly came to the conclusion that I had a problem. I was addicted to William's kisses, or maybe it was just William.

Backstage time together didn't consist of kisses, but it meant just as much to me. We would goof around, playing stupid video games, and challenging each other to some pretty outrageous dares. Sometimes we would talk about how we thought a tour was going or the latest movies we'd seen. Other times, it would just be us. We'd sit there in silence, saying nothing, but communicating everything.

We did all that the very first night we were reunited, falling asleep on a random couch in a dressing room around 1am. When I awoke about two hours later, I realized I couldn't move. The reason for this being that all 6 feet 3 inches of William was sprawled over me. The couch wasn't that large and in our sleep we had somehow shifted so that I lay on the couch and he was basically using me as a full body pillow. Funny thing is, I didn't really mind. In fact, I kind of enjoyed his weight squishing me into the cushions.

I lay there silently running my fingers through his hair, waiting for him to wake up, and wondering why our bandmates had apparently just left us at the venue while they went home to their nice comfortable beds. When he finally woke up, he seemed startled to find himself on top of me and scrambled to remove himself from the compromising position. He ending up landing on his ass on the floor.

I laughed, sitting up and pulling my legs under me, so that he could sit on the couch after he had picked himself up.

"Shut up," he said quietly, slapping me on the knee. "Sorry about...you know, squishing you."

"It's fine." I said simply.

There must have been something in the tone of my voice, cause he looked up at me, those piercing hazel eyes fixing me with a stare. He seemed to be looking for something, trying to understand something about me that I myself couldn't figure out. After a few minutes, I started to get a little freaked out.

"What?" I started, "Did I grow an extra head or something?"

I was searching for something, anything, to break the sudden tension that had filled the space between us.

He shook his head, "No. I'm just thinking."

I was quickly intrigued, as William's thinking was always interesting to hear about. I knew we should be getting our stuff and heading home, but right then, I just wanted to know every thought in his head.

"What'cha thinking 'bout?"

"Oh, nothing much."

"Come on. Tell me, I wanna know," I prodded, sounding like a five year old.

"Really?" he asked, looking a bit skeptical.

For a moment, I wasn't so sure. Sometimes the thoughts in his head had a way of ringing too true or cutting too deep, but I figured there was no backing out now, if I really wanted to figure out why I suddenly had such wierd feelings around him.

"Yeah, I really want to know."

"Okay," he said, scooting a bit closer. "I was just wondering what it would be like," he scooted a bit closer, and our shoulders were touching, "if I acted on my sudden impulse," his face was suddenly mere inches from my own, "and kissed you right now."

Act on that impulse he did, kissing me suddenly. He caught me by surprise and therefore I didn't react in time and he was pulling away, scooting back to his corner of the couch and mumbling apologies.

I couldn't stand it, and for once in my life, I couldn't come up with words to express that and everything else I was feeling, so I did the only thing that I thought could convey it all. I slid down to his end, grasped his chin gently in my hand, and tilted his face back up so that I could kiss him.

It was tentative at first, because neither of us were really sure that the other was truly into it. We quickly realized we were worrying about nothing and the kiss got a little bit hotter. As I went to tangle my hands in his hair, he pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms securely around my middle to keep me in place. Not long after, my tounge was sliding through his parted lips so that I could taste him that much better.

Everything was going amazing, just like a dream for about five minutes. Then we were interrupted by a knock on the door. It seemed that our bandmates hadn't left us completely alone, because two of them were standing right there, mouths agape and eyes wide.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

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So, what did you think? Should I write more or give it up as a stupid idea?

Searching For The Answers:Chapter 11

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 21:12:14 GMT

Title: Searching For The Answers
Pairing: Gerbert! Frankie/Mikey Jepha/Quinn
Rating: R (just cause I'm lazy)
Author: Nicky (hey, that's me)
Summary: Mikey and Frankie have each other, but will Gerard and Bert be so lucky?
Dedicated: to everyone who is willing to give me another chance and is still reading this.
Disclaimer: Yes, it's all true. If you believe that you shouldn't be here, you should be in the insane asylum. Wait, that's where I am. Nevermind, read on!

Part One: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1297749.html#cutid1
Part Two: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1299849.html#cutid1
Part Three: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1321563.html#cutid1
Part Four: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1345650.html?view=19896178#t19896178
Part Five: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1353836.html#cutid1
Part Six: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1375436.html
Part Seven: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1414023.html
Part Eight: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1415131.html
Part Nine: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1419652.html

A/N - other chapters can now be found in my journal. just look. okay, i know that i took forever to update this. the thing is, i got caught up in other things and no longer wanted to write this. i went back and read it the other night, and decided that i wanted to keep going.

Frank's POV
*I woke up at our next venue and immediately inhaled a mouthful of hair.I went to sit up, spluttering, but found that I couldn't. My arm was trapped beneath a body.

Flipping on the light above my head, I realized who it was: Mikey. Curled up in my arms, nearly falling off the bunk and still sound asleep after all my moving about.

I smiled softly and shook him gently.

"Mikes," I whispered. "Come on. Wake up."

He opened his eyes, smiled groggily at me, then went right back to dreamland. Obviously, I didn't know how to wake him up. We'd always left that job to Gerard cause it only took him like two seconds.

"Gee!" I called out, hoping that he was awake and on the bus.

He flicked the bunk curtain open, looking slightly annoyed, "What?" I was about to leave."

"Can you wake him up for me?" I asked, grinning sheepishly and gesturing to his brother.

"You put him there, you wake him up." he said, but I grabbed his arm before he walked off.

"He snunk in." I told him. "Please help me? Just this once?" I gave him my best puppy dog face, replacing it with a grin when he sighed and nodded.

Gerard leaned over his brother and whispered something in his ear, then straightened up, just before Mikey sat up and scrambled out of the bunk.

I looked from Mikey to Gerard in amazement. "How in the hell did you do that?"

"Little family secret," he said, before grinning smugly and walking off, but not before he slapped my ass and told Mikey to behave.

Mikey's POV
*I blushed at Gerard's mock order and once he was out of sight, slowly brought my gaze up to meet Frankie's. I smiled nervously at him, wondering who was going to break the silence.

"Why'd ya sneak in my bunk, Mikey?" he asked, not long after my thought was completed.

"Cause, I wanted to be near you." I whispered. "And I wasn't sure if you'd like that." I swung my gaze to a stain on the carpet.

"Mikes," Frankie whispered, reaching out and pulling me closer to the bunk. "C'mere." he said, pulling me onto the bunk when I just stood there.

He wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled into them. "You're not mad at me?"

"No. Just a little surprised." He pulled my face up towards his. "I couldn't be mad at you." He whispered, his breath ghosting over my lips before he pressed his mouth to mine.

I absolutely melted into the kiss. My arms wound around his neck even as I slipped my tongue out to meet his. His grip around me tightened when I tugged gently on his lipring. He made me gasp when he moved from my lips to his neck.

We would have continued if we hadn't been in that stupid little bunk. When his lips found my adam's apple and he sucked on it gently, I arched into him. The bunk wasn't big enough for this, and I was already half falling off. My bottom half went falling and the rest of me just followed according to the laws of gravity.

Frankie honestly tried not to let me fall, but his efforts failed and a couple moments later, I found myself sprawled on the floor between the bunks.

Frankie scrambled down, asking if I was okay just as Bob and Ray walked in.

"What happened?" Bob asked, looking questioningly at each of us in turn.

"I fell out of my bunk." I admitted, hoping they wouldn't notice that it hadn't really been mine and what caused me to fall out.

"But Mikey," Ray said through his laughter, "You have a bottom bunk."

"Yeah," Bob agreed. "How'd you even manage to fall out of a bunk? You're a stick."

"He is not!" Frankie said, jumping to my defense.

"Yeah he--," Bob starded, before realization dawned on his face. He eyed my neck, Frankie's glistening lipring and his disheveled bunk, curtain thrown wide open. "Hey Ray!"

"Hmm?" Ray asked, still not getting it.

"I think Mikey was in Frankie's bunk and that they were doing something naughty," he said, in an almost mocking tone.

Ray thought a moment and it finally clicked. "Yes, I think you're right," he responded in that same tone. "Perhaps we should go tell Gerard what his little brother's been up to!"

"Yes, let's," Bob agreed adnd he and Ray ran off before Frankie and I could scramble up to stop them.

"You don't think they'd really tell Gee, do you?" I asked turning to Frankie.

"Nah," he assured me, taking my hand in his, "but I do think that the bus is empty except for us and the couch in the back lounge is about twice the size of my bunk!"

I grinned and followed him where he led.

~FIN~

No, that's not the end of the entire story, just that chapter. If you're still reading, I love you. I will have more up by next Wensday.

BIG.KISSES
nicHole

Fri, 20 Jan 2006 20:37:47 GMT

Title: I Don't Care About Cliches (1/2)
Author: Me, Nicky aka nichole_lynette
Pairing: Ryan/Pete (Panic! At The Disco/Fall Out Boy)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ryan hates Pete.
Warnings: Fluffiness...but too cute to resist!
A/N: I'm trying to decide if I should just leave it at this or if I should try and come up with more. Let me know what you think.

*This isn't fair! I hate truth or dare. Who came up with the idea for us to play this game anyways? Oh yeah? He did.

You know, for being 26, he sure doesn't act it. Sometimes he makes me think that I'm the responsible one and he's just a teenager. That's just part of his charm though. The fact that he can still be in touch with his inner child.

Wait!

Why am I talking like that? Back to the point. He doesn't always act like a kid though. When he needs to be, he is quite grown up and responsible. I mean, he handled signing us to his label with a level of professionallism that I would have never guessed him capable of.

Back to the matter at hand, though. Truth or dare. A stupid game devised for 12 year old girls to play at their slumber parties. In this case: a stupid game Pete Wentz thought would be hilarious for us to play our trip to the next stop on the tour. You might be surprised to know that it was only Andy and myself who had any objections.

They bullied and guilt-tripped us into playing and so now we're sitting scattered around the front lounge while Pete tries to think of a good dare for Brent.

"I dare you to let me braid your hair and take a picture of it!" he yelps suddenly.

Brent shrugged his shoulders, "Okay."

As Pete went over and began working on his hair, I spoke up, "What kind of dare is that? 'Let me braid your hair.'"

He stopped and looked at me incredulously for a moment, "You got a better idea?"

"Yeah, I dare you to make out with m--umm...Patrick."

That was close. Where did that come from anyway? I don't like him. Nonononono.

"Easy. I've done it before in other games. How 'bout I make out with you instead?"

"What?" I yelped, caught off guard by his suggestion. If he'd already made out with Patrick, that's fine. He had to choose me instead. There were five other guys in that room. What are the odds?

"Aww. Is little Ryan afraid of a simple dare to kiss?"

"N-n-no," I stammered, scooting backwards on my butt.

Pete had forgotten about Brent's hair and was now making his way toward me. I kept backing up until I hit the couch and Pete was in front of me in a couple of seconds.

"Then do you accept your dare?" he asked, face hovering barley six inches from my own.

What? When did this become my dare? What happened to Brent? Oh shit. I wish he would stop looking at me with those eyes. They're too perfectly hazel, I'm gonna drown. Oh fuck it. Who gives a damn anymore? I nod my head.

He grinned and leaned in, pressing our lips together.

I was on fire and seeing sparks. Every nerve ending of my body tingled as he began to move his mouth against mine. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. I found myself subconsiously moving my own arms to encirle his neck and tangle my hands in the short hair at the nape of his neck. When he ran his tounge along my bottom lip, pleading for entrance, I nearly melted.

Then I froze.

I couldn't do this. He was just kissing me on some silly dare. I couldn't let him find out that this was more than some stupid dare to me. Why did I have to critize his horrible talent at creating dares?

Pushing him away, I scrambled to my feet and bolted to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and sat cross-legged on the toilet, leaning my head back against the wall, and trying not to let the tears fall.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. I didn't respond.

"Ryan?" I heard Pete say quietly, "Could you talk to me? Please?"

I still didn't anwser. I didn't trust my voice, and I really didn't want to talk to him at the moment anyway. I heard the small clink of metal upon metal and wondered what was going on. Fifteen second later, the door fell open. Pete was on the other side, on his knees, grinning and holding up a bent paperclip in triumph.

"I don't want to talk to you right now, Peter," I said quietly, not even looking at him. He ignored me, stepping in and closing the door behind him. He sat crosslegged on the little bit of floor space in front of me.

I glared at him.

"Well, then," he started, "I'll talk, you listen."

I started to protest to this idea but he clapped a hand over my mouth, "Listen," he whispered, looking at me with such an intensity for a moment that all I could was nod mutely behind his hand.

"I'm sorry for that kiss, Ry. I shouldn't have done it. I'm not sorry that it happened. I mean, I'm sorry I just like forced you into it. I shouldn't have done that. It was just a game and I was taking it just a little too seriously. I only meant to kiss you quick and back off. I didn't mean to get so wrapped up in it and scare you off. I just couldn't help it. You were there and willing and I just took advantage of that. I'm really sorry, Ry. I hope you can forgive me and we can still be friends."

He took about 5 minutes to get all that out and he stuttered and stumbled over his words the entire time. When he was finished he took a deep breath and looked up at me expectantly.

I've given up fighting the feeling. It would only work for like five minutes and then he'd do or say something that would just weaken my resolve again. This last time told me that I would never get away from it and he feels the same anyway so why not.

"Are you done?" I asked, trying to hide a grin, cause he just looked so cute, looking up at me like that.

Pete nodded, his gaze flicking down to his lap.

"Good. 'Cause I thought you'd never shut up," I replied with a grin.

He looked up at me with a hurt look on his face and I giggled a bit, "Oh Petey," I started, "Don't look at me like that."

He turned his eyes down again. I felt a twinge of guilt for being so mean, but he deserved it. First, for making me feel this way and not telling me he felt the same way. Second, for making me play truth or dare.

Enough was enough though, and I uncrossed my legs, placing them on the floor, one on each side of him. Then I slid off the toilet, and into his lap. He looked up at me, startled.

"It's okay that you kissed me," I started, knowing it was my turn to confess, "I wanted you to. I pulled away because it was feeling so good and I wouldn't have thought in a million years you felt the same way. I'm laughing cause it's just such a horribly cliche story. I want you, you want me. Neither of us know and we get in some awkward situation that brings out confessions. You know what, though? I really don't care how cliche it is. I have you here right now and that's all that matters."

I looked into his eyes to see how he was feeling, but I didn't really get a chance to read them. Almost as soon as he realized I was done, he leaned in to kiss me, so my eyes fluttered shut, as did his. It didn't really matter anymore what I could read in his eyes. He was conveying their message quite well with his lips, teeth, and tounge against my own, arms wrapped tight around my middle, holding me close like he never wanted to let go.

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*Well, that's all I have. What did you think? Do you want me to try a continuation? I can't promise anything, but I could try, if you really want.

Comments are as exciting as Pete being an idiot-face on TRL.

BIG.KISSES
Nichole

I Don't Care About Cliches (1/2)

Thu, 19 Jan 2006 20:56:48 GMT

Title: I Don't Care About Cliches (1/2)
Author: Me, Nicky aka nichole_lynette
Pairing: Ryan/Pete (Panic! At The Disco/Fall Out Boy)
Rating: PG
Summary: Ryan hates Pete.
A/N: This first part is really odd, but bear with me, the second part is too cute for words. I also took a few liberties on how they act in front of cameras and their clothes. Don't get mad, I just needed it for the story and it's not really that convoluted. I'm just not sure it's completely accurate.

*Oh. My. God. There must be about 10,000 people out there. Okay, maybe not quite that many, but it's pretty damn close enough for me. I can't believe this is actually happening. We're about to go out there and play for all those people.

A year ago we were pushing some rough cuts on PureVolume and now we're playing in front of this crowd. How did I get so lucky?

I'm just some kid from Las Vegas who has a knack for writing lyrics and a bit of skill on a guitar. That's all any of us are. Kids from Vegas with some talent on our instruments.

It was all hisdoing. He heard the song I posted for him. He was blown away by it. He came out to see us. He assumed record labels would be fighting over us. He signed us on the spot. It was all him.

I really had very little to do with it. I never thought he'd actually check us out. I'd posted the song on a whim, to see if anything could possibly happen.

Well, it did, and as I've told you, it's all his fault. His fault we're on this tour. His fault that our pictures are circulating the internet. His fault that there's already a buzz about us becoming MTV darlings.

I don't even like MTV. Idon't really want a bunch of teenage girls I don't know dreaming about having my babies.

Now don't get me wrong. You probably think I don't appreciate any of this. That I'm not greatful for how far I've come. That I'd rather be home in Las Vegas playing in basements again.

That's not true. I'm in love with my life right now. All of my wildest dreams are coming true. I'm just trying to find a way to hate him. You know, him, the one whose fault this is.

You see, not only did he pluck us from obscurity and share us with his legion of adoring fans. He didn't just give us this amazing chance on Nitendo Fusion Tour. No, he also stirred in me feelings I didn't know existed. Feelings I'd been told were abnormal, though I'd never taken notice. Feelings that I thought were only for people that I'd known for ages and been through both good and bad times with.

I'd done none of that with him. In fact, we were like total oppisites. Where I'm quiet and sort of shy in front of cameras, he's loud and in your face. I know that's probably because he's been doing this longer than I have, but it's still a pretty big difference. He flaunts his body, wearing jeans that look two sizes two small and t-shirts made for teenage girls. I wear pants that are actually made for guys and my shirts actually give me some room to breath when I'm not in a dress shirt.

How is it then that he's evoking these feelings in me? The feelings that make my stomach feel funny. The feelings that cause a hitch in my breath. The ones that make my pants feel just a little more restricting than normal.

He's doing it right now, standing so close, whispering good luck in my ear. The warm breath makes me shiver a little. I pray to God that he doesn't notice. He does.

He grins and pats my shoulder, "Nervous, Kid?"

I lie, "Yeah, a little. We've never played to a crowd this big."

"You'll be fine. Go on." he says cheerfully, flashing me one of those grins that have recently been inexplicably making me go weak in the knees.

"Thanks," I manage and head onto the stage right behind Spence. When I get to my spot I look back at where we had been standing. He's still there. He winks and motions for me to turn around. Good thing, too, as we were starting and it was time for me to do what I loved, not to mention, what I was getting paid for.

I make it through the show by not ever glancing to the right side of the stage. I knew that if I did, he would be there, grining that grin and consequently making me completely useless. I'd wait until later before I let him do that...

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*I wonder what later is going to bring. You want to find out, then leave me comments. I'll post the second part either way. Comments will just make me post it faster.

BIG.KISSES
Nichole

Searching For The Anwsers: Part Ten

Mon, 24 Oct 2005 21:28:42 GMT

Okay, I know that it's been a whole month since I updated this story, but I thought someone might still want to read it. I just got really busy with school and church and lots of other things. I also had a minor case of writer's block and was unsure where the story needed to go, but the other day I finally broke through the wall. I realized what needed to happen and also that I wanted to see where these characters would end up. So I've written chapters 10 and 11, which are both wimpy and short, but I've already got a start on chapter 12 which is not going to be short. So, if you're still reading this, please bear with me just a little longer. We'll see where this ends up.

Title: Searching For The Answers
Pairing: Gerbert! Frankie/Mikey Jepha/Quinn
Rating: NC-17 (not too much, but just to be safe)
Author: Nicky (hey, that's me)
Summary: Mikey and Frankie have each other, but will Gerard and Bert be so lucky?
Dedicated: to everyone who is willing to give me another chance and is still reading this.
Disclaimer: Yes, it's all true. If you believe that you shouldn't be here, you should be in the insane asylum. Wait, that's where I am. Nevermind, read on!

Part One: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1297749.html#cutid1
Part Two: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1299849.html#cutid1
Part Three: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1321563.html#cutid1
Part Four: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1345650.html?view=19896178#t19896178
Part Five: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1353836.html#cutid1
Part Six: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1375436.html
Part Seven: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1414023.html
Part Eight: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1415131.html
Part Nine: http://www.livejournal.com/community/mychemicalslash/1419652.html

~~~Searching For The Anwsers: Chapter 10~~~

Gerard's POV

I woke up about an hour later and sighed contendedly. Bert was snuggled up to me, still sleeping and we were still naked.

Carfully, so I wouldn't disturb him, I felt around for my cell phone. My fingertips found it and by some small miracle I managed to pull it closer and grab it.

Flipping it open and checking the time, I found that it was 11:00. Two more hours before we pulled out.

As it was pretty dark on the bus, the little light from my phone bothered Bert and after I put my ohone down and looked at him, I found him staring up at me with those big blue eyes.

"Hey," I whispered softly.

"Hey," he responded, snuggling closer. "What time is it?"

"11:00. We've got two hours." I anwsered him, tightening the arm I had wound around his waist.

We lay like that for a few mor minutes, before we decided that we get up and clean ourselves off. We showered together, taking much longer than we should have and by the time we were dressed again it was midnight.

We were walking back to my bus when my phone went off.

"Hello," I said, flipping it open.

"Hey. Where are you?" I heard Frankie say.

"Heading back to the bus."

"Oh, okay."

"Why? Were you worried?"

"It wasn't me. It was Brandon and Jepha. They didn't want to interrupt anything."

"Oh, well, we're done." I assured him, then flipped the phone shut as I followed Bert up into the bus.

I slipped my hand into his and we sat on the one little corner of couch not taken, Bert on my lap.

"What have you all been doing?" Bert asked, nochalantly.

"Oh nothing. Playing video games, hanging out--," Bob started.

"Getting a free show from Quinn and Jeph," Brandon continued.

I swung my gaze to the pair. THey were sitting at the other end our couch, snuggled up together, Quinn asleep on Jepha's lap. They had their pants on, but their shirts seemed to have been misplaced.

"What have you two been up to?" Frankie asked after a moment in a ever-so-slightly teasing tone.

"Well...," I started, before being promptly cut off by Mikey.

"I don't wanna hear it. No nonononono," he yelled, clamping his hands over his ears and burying his head into Frank's chest.

"It's fine baby," Frank said, wrapping his arms around my brother protectively. "I won't let them say anything you don't wanna hear."

"But you asked," I protested.

"Yeah, but my baby doesn't want to hear it," he replied tartly, smirking at me.

"Fine," I said, giving up. There was no point in arguing about it. I didn't really want to tell them anything anyways.

By 20 to 1, the boys from The Used started back to their bus, Bert and I sharing a lingering kiss on the step. We finally parted with a promise to get together once we reached the next venue.

My bandmates laughed at our girlish antics. I flipped them off, then went to lay down in my bunk.

Bert had my mind reeling. It was whirling with emotion and confusion. I loved Bert. I knew that well. We had chemistry, both as best friends and physical. What about Bert though? Did he really love me or had he just been trying to get off.

I knew I shouldn't have been worring about this. Why would he lie to me? Why would he let what we did happen? I knew he loved me.

For some reason, though, I couldn't get the negative thoughts out of my head. They just kept nagging at me, taunting me.

I couldn't deal with it anymore. I slid out of my bunk and went into the tiny bathroom. Out of the medicine cabinet, I grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills. Popping two into my mouth and swallowing them dry, I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes.

Opening my eyes a few minutes later, I saw my reflection staring back at me. Disheveled hair, barely thee smudges of kohl around my eyes, and rumpled clothes. I looked awful, but I didn't really care right them. The pills were doing their job and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open.

I stumbled back to my bunk and was asleep almost before my head hit the pillow.

Bert's POV

"Just shut up!" I finally yelled at Brandon, Quinn, and Jeph. They just wouldn't stop making fun of me and my sudden new thing with Gerard. I didn't like it one little bit.

I wasn't even sure yet what exactly I had going on with Gerard and I was trying to think. Their constant cackling wasing helping at all.

I got up off the couch and headed to my bunk. I lay down and closed my eyes even though I was nowhere near tired.

My mind was occupied entirely with Gerard. The way he screamed my name when he came. His dark hair slick with sweat, disheveled and falling in his face. The way he held me close when we were sated. Our enjoyable shower in that cramped stall. The last lingering kisses on the steps of his bus.

It all just seemed too perfect. How could it be possible that thing I'd been dreaming of since the day we met were actually happening?

I had no idea. I really didn't care either. All I knew for certain was that I didn't want it to stop. Not then. Now ever.

Before I knew it, my thoughts slipped into dream and the three hours to the next venue dissappeared.

~~~FIN~~~

I know. It's short. Chapter 11 is too, but then chapter 12 gets good again. Once again, I'm really sorry it took me so long to finally update. If you're still reading this, I love you!

BIG.KISSES
Nicky

*comments make me feel special inside*

Thu, 06 Oct 2005 06:34:57 GMT

This is actually a story that came to me a while ago. I was randomly talking to my mom about Bert and said that I was going to send him a basket of products from Bath and Body Works, cause he needed a good scrubbing. Silence ensued and this little diddy hit me, so here goes.

Title: Who Said Bath&Body Works Was Only For The Ladies? (part 1/2)
Author: Nicky (OhMyGeeness! That's me!)
Pairing: One Gerbert McWay Happy Meal!
Rating: PG for this first really short part!
Summary: Gerard and Bert are sitting at home, opening up his numerous presents from fans when Gerard comes across one that they just have to use right that very second!
Disclaimer: This is all from my warped little imagination. If it's true, cool, but it's not, so don't sue me.
Dedication: Bath&Body Works for inspiring the whole thing.

*Gerard Way and Bert McCracken were excited to finally be home. They had been together for almost six months, and most of that time, either one or both of them were touring.At last, in late February 2005, they were given time off that happened to coinicide with the other's. It was made extra special by the fact that Bert would be turning 23 in just four days.

"Oh, Gee," Bert started, removing himself from his lover's embrace momentarily to unlock the door of their two story house, "I am so glad we're going to be home together for my birthday. Now, if only we can manage to do the same thing in two months."

Gerard smiled, saying nothing. There was no need for words. He didn't speak much anyways, and Bert knew this. Bert did all the talking for them, and Gerard made sure that he said the important things out loud.

"Woah!" Bert exclaimed, stepping inside. A large pile of FedEx, UPS, and normal packages lay just inside the door.

"What's all this?" Gerard asked, looking just as confused.

Bert picked up the top one, tearing it open after reading his name on the top. It was a teddybear wearing a 'Used' t-shirt. "Birthday presents!" he shouted, jumping up and down like a kid in a candy store.

Gerard looked at a couple of the others, realized Bert was right and carried a portion of the pile into the living room. Bert got the hint and brought along his own stack.

They began tearing through them, laughing and smiling over what they found. Within 30 minutes, they were surrounded by scrapbooks, t-shirts, stuffed animals, cds, books, and various other items. Bert was nearly beside himself with glee as he finished the last gift in his stack (another scrapbook) and watched Gerard open the last one he had at the moment.

Bert couldn't see what Gerard was opening, because it was in a large brown box and he carefully pulled it open so that nothing might break. Gerard stared at the contents for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?" Bert asked indignantly. He hated being left out of the fun stuff.

"Some girl sent you Bath&Body Works products and asks me to "please make sure you get a good thourough scrubbing'" Gerard explained, shoving the box towards Bert.

Within seconds he snatched it back, pulling the little basket of products out and running off towards the bathroom.

"Gee? Where ya going?"

"Just come on, Bert. You'll like what I just thought of." Gerard called from the bathroom.

Hesitantly at first, Bert got up off the couch and headed towards the bathroom, then, as the wheels started turning in his head, he got a devilish little grin on his face, and hurried to find his lover.

~~~FIN~~~

Okay. That's not all of it. It's just that it is 2:30 a.m. and I can barley keep my eyes open. I'll write you the second half tomorrow. It'll be much better and smuttier. Super short too, I know, but I'm falling asleep here and you can't write good boysex when you're only half awake. Just be patient and wait for tomorrow!

BIG.KISSES
Nicky

Glimpse

Fri, 30 Sep 2005 19:14:01 GMT

Okay. I got a wonderfully long comment on my yesterday's poem that tickled me pink and then made me think. (hehe...i rhyme) Anyways, so I tried taking the next step of advice I was given. Got me thinking about it, so I wrote about writing. Check it out!

Glimpse

twenty-six little symbols
a piece of lead
a manufactured tree
are all i have
in front of me
a seed of inspiration
and a dash of hope
that with these
pieces
i won't choke
they're all i know
anything about
they remember my
view of the world
that's inside out
they don't
tell me
what to do
they're inanimate objects
but somehow
they put
my mind in focus
i can't do it
through speaking
and i sure as hell
can't sing
so i write down
these thoughts
and
mixed up feelings
and set it afloat
on this vast
terrifying sea
hoping
one day
it will float
home to me

Did I learn my lesson or do I need to try again tomorrow. I tried to just show you how I see it and hope you get it. Please give me your honest opinions! They've been so helpful so far.

BIG.KISSES
Nichole

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 19:28:26 GMT

I got some of the most helpful reviews ever on yesterday's poem. No more poems about God, or love, or broken hearts. The day before got me some good advice too: detail. So, let's see what I can come up with today.

Grandad

i never
got
the chance to say
goodbye
i hope
we meet
again one day
i didn't
get
to tell you
i love you
one last time
you never
taught me
how to drive
or how to hold
my head up high
when the bullies
tried
to bring me down
you left
almost without
a warning
suddenly
one bright morning
turned to night
as i didn't cry
but
sat in shock
and wondered
why
God
took you away
from me
i wasn't
ready
for you to leave
there's so much
that you left
undone
so many stories
you left
untold
so many memories
you'll never see
like the day
i marry
or
graduate
the day i
have
my own
first baby
you won't be there
for eyes to see
but
i'm sure
you'll be
watching me
from up above
or wherever you are
i wish for you
on every star
to stay by me
and guide me true
cause
Grandad
you're gone
but
i still love you

I like it alot, but I cried while I wrote it. It's about my grandfather. He died when I was twelve. Please give me your honest opinions! They've been really, really helpful. Do you think this one is any better than the last?

BIG.KISSES
Nichole

Just A Dream

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 19:41:43 GMT

Okay. This poem was inspired by poems I was reading earlier today by one of my favorite poets, Jack Kerouac. I don't think I spelled his name right. Actually, it's more the style of the poem than the actual topic. I definately don't write about the same topics. Yeah, but that's a different story. YaT! I'm all caught up!

Just A Dream

drowning
in a sea
of broken thoughts
forgotten dreams
i only wish
that you could see
what's become of me
since the day
you walked away
left me to watch
your shape grow smaller
become
the horizion
but you never
looked back
never bothered to care
that what you
had done to me
had broken me
made me bleed
and
there are still
times i cry
and wonder why
you had to leave
i could have been
your friend
we could have made
it work
in the end
but it seems
as if i was
nothing more than
a silly dream
for you
to awaken from
when the night
was through

Hard to understand and I think I wrote it cause I feel sorry for this guy who just broke up with his girlfriend. I was sort of writing it from his POV. So, yeah, it's different. Some semblence of rhyme, but not much. What do you think? I love honest opinions.

BIG.KISSES
Nichole

No Stopping Me Now

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 19:17:41 GMT

I'm cutting it close today. I completely got caught up in painting my room and didn't remember that I still had to write a poem today until just now when I was getting ready for bed. This is written about my aunt, who heard my The Used cd and decided that now I can't listen to them cause she doesn't like their language. Hello, I'm 17 now, I should be able to make my own decisions about what I listen to. She doesn't really think taking the cd away is going to stop me from listening to them, does she? I actually posted this on the proper day in the 100poems100days community. I just forgot to post it here.

No Stopping Me Now

she thinks she can stop me
from becoming who i wanna be
well she's got another thought coming
cause ain't nobody gonna be stopping me
i can make my own decisions
i'm not a child anymore
it's time for her to let me go
let me step out that front door
she's got to learn and understand
i ain't always gonna be
the innocent child she seems to think i am
no, i'm finally showing the real me
and if she doesn't like it
well, she's gonna have to deal
cause she's not gonna stop me
or change the way i feel

I know. My English in that poem was absolutely atrocious, but I wrote it exactly how it came to me. It really sums up how I'm feeling right now. What do you think? Remember, honest opinions are greatly apreciated.

BIG.KISSES
Nichole

Inner Debate

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 19:12:55 GMT

Oh wow! Day 13! That's my lucky number. Maybe this poem will be super good. Let's hope. I actually posted this on the proper day in the 100poems100days community. I just forgot to post it here.

Inner Debate

time is running out
i forgot what this was all about

i don't know how to say
why or how i'm feeling this way

i had this all figured out
there wouldn't be any need to shout

i'd speak my mind and walk away
hope maybe you could love me someday

but the words got caught inside my throat
i'm shivering under this heavy coat

my hands are shaking from the nearness of you
and i'm really not sure what to do

to tell you would be to lose a friend
but to not would be to walk alone in the end

Okay, I actually like that one. I'm not quite sure what it is about, but it's good. I like the way it flows, how some lines are longer than the others. What about you? Give me your honest opinion.

BIG.KISSES
Nichole

Timmy And Gary

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 19:09:08 GMT

I wrote this because of the two boys I sorta-kinda stalk on MySpace. I actually did post this on the proper day in the 100poems100days community. I just forgot to post it here.

Timmy And Gary

timmy and gary broke up today
they gave it up
and walked away

they said goodbye
kissed a final time
but they didn't cry

i did that for them
as i was broken
and wished they lied

but they didn't
it's really true

timmy and gary
are no more

Okay, that doesn't rhyme and it makes no sense. I needed to write it. I loved them together and they just stopped like that. I'm upset. I must go off to cry some more!

BIG.KISSES
Nicky

Secret Love

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 19:07:25 GMT

Another day, another poem. I actually did post this on the proper day in the 100poems100days community. I just forgot to post it here.

Secret Love

i smile at you
in secret we have met
you smile at me

i give you a kiss
you kiss me back sweetly then
pull away, smile

hold me in your arms
tell me you'll never leave me
and promise your love

I used three haikus together to create one poem. Please give me your opinion?

BIG.KISSES
Nichole

Dreams Vs. Reality

Fri, 23 Sep 2005 20:28:58 GMT

Okay. I don't know what to write today. I'm waiting for the muse.

Dreams Vs. Reality

he's in my dreams every night
smiling that grin that makes me melt
telling me he's all mine
and that he'd never let me go

but then i wake to the morning light
and i know everything i felt
is what he would call crossing the line
and if he feels it, he won't let me know

That is a sucky poem. I should really wait until I'm more inspired, instead of posting this forced out piece of crap, but I'm super busy tonight and i'm not sure if I'll have a spare moment to get inspired, so it'll have to do. One bad poem out of a hundred won't kill me. Please still give me your honest opinions!

BIG.KISSES
Nichole

Do You Ever Wonder?

Thu, 22 Sep 2005 18:42:18 GMT

Sudden inspiration catches me off guard. Like woah.

Do You Ever Wonder?

do you ever wonder
why lives get torn apart

families are divided
hearts shatter in two

do you ever wonder
how we got so messed up

became dependent on drugs and alcohol
and shop till the money's all spent

do you ever wonder
what happened to the simplicity

of loving and being loved
living your life without being judged

do you ever wonder
what it would be like to push rewind

fix the mistakes we've made
leave these troubled lives behind

do you ever wonder
if you can run away

to another lifetime
possibly a brighter day

Like woah! That literally just came to me. I started the first two lines and it just flowed. I think I'm getting better at this. I slipped back into rhyme at the end, but I think it's fine. Remember, I love comments and your honest opinions.

BIG.KISSES
Nicky

Passion Unlimited: Part One

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 22:08:10 GMT

Title: Passion Unlimited
Pairing: Jepha/Quinn
Rating: NC-17 (way heavy)
Author: Nicky (hey, that's me)
Summary: A innocent game suggested by Bert becomes a free show...
Dedicated: noheadlines because she inspired me to write what turned out to be a wonderfully smutty first chapter of Passion Unlimited, my new Quinn/Jepha story, which should be posted in my journal very soon.
Disclaimer: The boys follow my every command. Yeah, right and George Bush is the queen of England.

A/N ~ Okay, this is the spin-off of Searching For The Answers. It is set at the end of Warped 04. Bert's sober, get used to it. The Used played Warped, deal with it. It's called fiction, people. It doesn't have to be entirely true to life.

Life Story ~ We had a firedrill in school yesterday. I was talking to the cute boy I like while we 'escaped' the building. At the bottom of the stairs, I turned way too soon and ran smack into the window. Knocked my glasses off and out of wack. Cut my eyebrow on my glasses. Got nasty bump on eyebrow bone. Found cute boy again once I was outside. He didn't laugh. He asked if I was okay. Then I was standing in front of the door with the little rectangle window in visual language this morning. He walked by, came up to the window and stuck his tounge out in a rather suggestive manner. What does that mean?

~~~Passion Unlimited: Part One~~~

Gerard's POV

I remember now the first time I really kissed Bert, even though nothing came of that particular kiss. It was also the night I kissed Jepha, Mikey, Frankie, Quinn, and Ray. Thirdly, it was the night that brought Quinn and Jepha together as a couple.

We were all sitting in the My Chemical Romance bus, like we always do after a show, when Bert came up with the brilliant idea of playing Spin The Bottle.

We were all hyped up from the show and bored as fuck, so we agreed.

Bert clapped his hands, giggled his little giggle, and threw his empty IBC Root Beer bottle in to the middle of the makeshift circle we'd created on the floor.

It was pointing at Mikey, so he went first and landed on me. Ewww...

It was nasty, and the guys still made us do it. We met in the middle of the circle, clenched our eyes shut, kissed real quick and retreated back to our seats.

I spun and kissed Ray.

He went and kissed Brandon.

Brandon kissed Frankie.

Frankie kissed Bob.

Bob kissed Quinn.

Quinn kissed me. That was fun. Quinn is an excellent kisser.

I kissed Jeph, who has magic hands.

Jeph kissed Bert.

Bert spun and had to kiss me. That got my blood boiling. He stuck his tounge in my mouth, exploring, and his hands wandered up and down my chest. I saw sparks that night and I know he did too, we were just too nervous to do anything about it.

When we broke apart, we were both panting and the rest of the guys were clapping (except for Mikey, of course, who was covering his eyes).

We assured him that we were finished and I spun the bottle and had to kiss Jeph again.

When Jepha spun this time he got to kiss Quinn. Once they started kissing the game was pretty much shot to hell, but the rest of us didn't mind too much.

Jeph's POV

'Please land on Gee. Please land on Gee.' I thought as I spun the bottle again. I had kissed him twice now and loved it both times. I love him to death, but he appears to be in love with Bert. I'll just have to change that, won't I?

Oh crap. The bottle's landed on Quinn. I guess I'm gonna have to wait to change Gerard's mind.

Quinn's POV

'Don't land on Gee. Don't land on Gee.' I begged the bottle when Jeph took his turn to sping. He had already gotten to kiss Gerard twice. It was my turn.

Oh shit. It didn't land on Gee, but it landed on me. Shit. Shit. Shit. How am I supposed to kiss him without biting his tounge out so he can't ever use it on Gerard again. Shit.

Well, here goes nothing.

We meet in the middle of the circle, like everyone else has and we're shooting death glares at each other.

Why in the hell did Bert suggest this stupid game anyway? Oh, yeah, he wants Gee too. That isn't fair cause Gee wants him (it's so obvious), and they shared a pretty heated liplock tonight. I still got to kiss him before Jepha and Bert. Ha!

Okay, back to business: kissing Jeph without maiming him.

I lean in at the same time he does, our lips meet and...every thought of Gerard (and anyone else in the room, for that matter) flies out the window. Suddenly, it's just me, Jephm and our locked lips.

Neither of us move for a moments, marveling in the unexpected perfection we just discovered.

Jeph's POV

Did I say I was in love with Gerard? I was wrong.

We haven't even begun to kiss yet and I'm already in awe of how Quinn's making me feel.

Finally, I take the initative and move my lips against his. He wastes no time in responding. Almost before I get the chance to think about it, he's running his tounge along my bottomm lip. I grant him access and he wastes no time in plundering my mouth with his tounge.

I give him a few minutes, then push his tounge back into his mouth and push mine in too. I explore every little crevice with my tounge, almost melting in the velvet heat I find there.

That's it. I'm officially in lust with Quinn.

Quinn's POV

His arms are wrapped around my waist and I've wound mine around his neck. We're pressing and pulling each other as close as we possibly can.

As he continues to press our hips closer and closer together, I can feel how hot this is making him against my own covered up excitement.

We've offically forgotten about everyone else and he's slipping a hand up the back of my shirt, sparking fire everywhere his fingertips come in contact with my overheated skin.

Jeph's POV

We haven't stopped kissing yet and we've been going at it for at least five minutes now. We're barley getting enough arir, but we don't really care. We're too wrapped up in the feeling of completion.

All of a sudden I feel a pressure pushing me back. It takes a second, but then I realize that Quinn's pushing me down. I comply and now I'm lying flat out in the middle of the bus, with Quinn straddling me.

I groan a little as he pulls his lips away and can vaguely hear the guys in the background. Some are cheering us on and a couple are saying we need to stop.

Their voices disappear again when I feel Quinn's soft, kiss-swollen lips attach themselves to my neck. He starts nipping at the sensitive skin in the hollow of my throat and I writhe beneath him. The sensations are almost overwhelming.

Quinn's POV

Jepha tastes like sugar and alcohol. He's so intoxicating my head is spinning.

As I continue to leave my mark on the base of his neck, his hands suddenly stop tracing their non-sensical little patterns up and down my back. I thought he had dancing fingers then, well now I know they're just Goddammned perfect-for-sweet-torture fingers.

They skim ever so lightly down my back one last time, slipping down to my ass. He gives it a squeeze, I moan and grind my hips down into his. This elicts new moans from both of us and I repeat the action continually as I persist in kissing his neck.

Meanwhile, Jeph's hands have come to my front and as he inches my shirt up, he lightly scraps his fingernails across my tummy, sending shivers through my body. I pull my lips off his neck a moment to let him pull it off and rid him of his own at the same time.

Then I lean down to capture his lips with my own again. Now it's bare skin to skin and we're both moaning constantly.

He runs his fingers up and down my chest, pinching and teasing my nipples and I'm tangling my own in his hair.

Jeph's POV

I'm in heaven. Quinn has an absolutely amazing mouth. He's driving me crazy with just his lips and tounge.

There's also the fact that he's grinding into me with an almost desperate need and I can't say I blame him.

Oh. My. God. His lips are on my neck again. He's giving me all these little open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone and on my shoulders and they feel so good I can hardly stand it.

When he take my right nipple into his mouth and begins bathing it with his tounge, I arch my back off the floos into the touch. He continues to lick and suckle at it, rolling my left nipple with his fingertips. When he pulls away, I whimper. I fucking whimper.

He giggles softly, then attaches that amazing mouth to my left nipple. My right one is cold from the heat loss but I don't really take notice. I'm much more interested in his fucking belt and trying to get it off.

Why the fuck does he wear it buckled in back. I slip my hands around his waist and fumble around until I finally find the buckle. With more than a little difficulty, I get it off and throw it away haphazard ly, glad to be rid of the damn thing.

When I mutter, "Finally." and bring my hands back around to work on his button and fly, I feel him grin against my stomach. By now, he's had to stop the yummy grinding, but there's still a pleasurable amount of friction with every move he makes.

As I push his pants and boxers down over his hops, he's struggling to undo my own pants and still maintain his lip-to-skin contact. He's doing poorly, and I giggle a little at the cuteness of it all.

Eventually he gives up and stands up to remove my pants and his own. The second they're out of the way, he's back. It's like he can't stand to be away from me. A part of my mind is saying that this is going too fast, but the larger part of my mind is saying that it just feels so right that it can't be wrong.

Our erection, fully exposed, come in contact and it's almost enough to send me over the edge.

He doesn't kiss me again, but sticks two of his fingers in my mouth. I get the hint and roll my tounge aroud them and when he pulls them out, they're shining with saliva.

Quinn trails one wet finger down my chest, over my stomach, skims it over my cock, causing me to moan once again, and then down to my entrance. He rubs little circles over the tight ring of muscles until they relax enough to let him slide his first finger in all the way to the knuckle. Working it in and out steadily, he adds a second, then a third, and by that time I'm pushing back afainst his hand, wanting him to go deeper.

"You ready?" he asks softly, his eyes meeting mine.

I nod. He removes his fingers and I begin to whine, but then I feel his head at my entrance.

"You sure?" he asks, stopping.

"Yes!" I almost scream, aching from the anticipation. "Just fuck me already."

Evidently he doesn't need any further encouragement. Pushing my legs up so that my knees are by his side, he carefully begins to slowly push himself into me. It's been a while since I've done this, so it hurts and I cry out. He immeadiately stops, looking worried.

I reach up and pull him down to me, kissing him softly, before I whisper in his ear, "I'm fine. Please. Just keep going." He nods against my shoulder and continues until he's fully sheathed. He pauses again to let me adjust and when I'm ready, I turn my face to his and give him a kiss.

Slowly he begins a rhythm of pulling in and pushing out. I'm seeing stars by the third time when he finally hits my prostrate.

"Oh God! Quinn! Harder!" I scream.

Quinn's POV

I complied to his request, slamming harder and faster into his velvet heat. Jepha was tighter than anyone I'd ever been with before.

"Baby," I gasped, as his tightness pushed me closer and closer to the edge. "You're so tight. So good."

I leaned down to kiss him sloppily as my movements became more and more eratic as we spiraled towards our climaxes.

I snaked a hand down to his throbbing cock and began pumping it as fast as I could.

Moments later, he came, screaming my name, cum covering my hand and both our chests. His contracting muscles repeatedly squeezing my cock pulled my orgasm from me and as I spread my warmth inside of him, I screamed out his name in pure ecstasty.

Jeph's POV

Quinn collapsed on top of me, breathing as hard as I was. We lay like that a few moments, safe in each other's arms, connected in the most intimate way as the last waves of ecstasy washed ove us.

Then he pulled out, laying beside me and pulling me into his arms. As I cuddled up to his cum and sweat soaked body, I became aware of people clapping.

Lifting my head up and looking around, I realized that we had had an audience that we had completely forgotten about. I met Quinn's eyes for a moment and we both grinned.

Quinn's POV

We silently agreed that we didn't care that we had an audience. Peronally I was turned on by the thought of an audience and when he suggled up to me again, I realized he was too.

I dipped my head a little to whisper in his ear, "Wanna do this again sometime?"

He looks up and meets my eyes, nods his head vigorously after a moment, the kisses me, before curling up a final time and falling asleep.

~~~FIN~~~

So, what do you think of my first attempt at real boysex? Was it any good? Do you think I'm ready to face the world of standalones? There will be more of this story. I want to see how their relationship develops. Please comment and give me your honest opinions! I'll give you cool points if you do!

BIG.KISSES
Nicky

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 20:33:54 GMT

Okay. Here goes another one!

Uncertain Of Safety

i look at you
and i wonder if
you can see
who i am

are you just
the kind of man
i've been searching for
for years

or are you just
here
to break my heart

like all the others
that came
before you

tell me now
is this real
these feelings i feel

or should i run
get away
from more pain
and heartbreak

cause i don't know
anymore
i have no way to be sure

so i'm trusting you
to tell me true
is my heart
safe with you

That really just came to me. I wrote like the first three lines and then it just came in like two minutes. Is it any good? Remember, I love honest opinions.

BIG.KISSES
Nicky

Tue, 20 Sep 2005 19:05:49 GMT

Here I am. Still going strong. Officially one week in! I'm doing good. Only 51 more weeks to go! This is about my best friend in the whole world, but sometimes I wish he were more.

Drowning In His Hazel Eyes

he can make me smile
by simply being there

he can make me laugh
when he plays with my hair

then i realize
i'm drowning in his hazel eyes

he can make me grin
when it's only me and him

he can make me think thoughts
that to do would be a sin

then i realize
i'm drowning in his hazel eyes

he makes me melt
when his smiles his bright smile

he makes me squirm
when he tickles me for a while

then i realize
i'm drowning in his hazel eyes

he makes me cry
from sheer joy when he's near

there's not another like him
i've come to fear

then i realize
i'm drowning in his hazel eyes

So, what do you think? I sound sort of desperate, but I'm really not. I just like him alot. We're really the best of friends, but there's times when it seems like there should be more there. Okay. I think I'm just going to shut up now. Remember, honest opinions are greatly appreciated.

BIG.KISSES
Nichole

Mon, 19 Sep 2005 19:22:38 GMT

Okay, I just wrote this. It randomly came to me.

Soul Within

light eyes
dark hair
pale skin
these define the body
but not the soul within

black frames
tee shirts
blue jeans
these cover up the body
but the soul remains bare

a restless mind
lies behind the big smile

a quiet saddness
lies behind the loud facade

a broken heart
is what the soul knows

strip away the outer skin
find the ripped up soul within
take it close inside your arms
make it whole again

I don't really understand it. It is better than the last two I wrote. Those were kiddie poems. Remember, please give me your honest opinions!

BIG.KISSES
Nichole

Mon, 19 Sep 2005 03:04:59 GMT

You may have noticed, I'm not as creative on weekends, but here's a little like 7 line thing I just came up with. Enjoy!

Candy Kisses

candy is sweet
kisses are too

i'm reminded of candy
everytime i kiss you

never sour, always sweet
i feel it from my head to my feet

those innocent kisses you give me

you've got candy kisses

Do you like it? I do. I thought it was sort of whimsical. Well, I've got to go to bed now. Remember to give me your honest opinions!

BIG.KISSES
Nichole