Te Recuerdo Hoy

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 00:58:13 GMT

quadratic equations

it brings a cold chill of fear over my body.

Frustration

Wed, 13 May 2009 04:16:10 GMT

gah, trying to write and well... I sux.

Best friend's next chp is rather choppy and will need a major rewrite before being posted. , I'm having a hard time getting Michael to give up Gerald so that he can follow his dreams, it doesn't help that Gerald is set on staying by Michael because he aparantly shits rainbows. As for Sean how do I get the kid to enter Gerald int he contest? and now what the fuck am I talking about a mural? AHHHHHHHH!!

The F/G fic I started today (at work shhhhh...) has become an original and it feels to me like I'm coping someone's style and not using my own.

BTW do I even have a style? I think I once did...but I'm afraid I've lost it in the sea of writing Bio's or maybe I never did and I've always copied other peoples style and that is why my work is rather mediocre once it is past it's middle point?

EDIT: THANK YOU LAIN for updating now I can read instead of writing. I mean really people whose stories I fallow please update so I can use my very limited free time to read instead of attempting to write. HELLO unjealous and Xanthofile...and all you others!

Opera

Sun, 10 May 2009 05:23:50 GMT

I went to see Madam Butterfly today at the Arsht Center in Miami. It was BEAUTIFUL, granted the second act was a little slow, but overall it was beautiful.Gosh, I can't remember the singer's name right now but the artist that played Madam Butterfly was wonderful, what a voice and what good acting. Every emotion was portrayed in away that you could feel it, almost reach for it.

I know most people will say Opera? Really? Your into that stuff? (I had 6 people tell me this today) and yes, this is the first time I go, but I've heard it with my grandfather when I was younger. I say take a chance and go see it. I don't know about other places but tickets were like 19 dollars plus tax, we went with valet parking because we didn't know the place very well and were running slightly late, so that was 20 (well worth it I might add) so for 25 say 30 dollars per person we had a really good time. Next time I'm going for better seats, I absolutely believe they would be worth it.

Now about the story if you don't know it. It's about a Japanese girl who marries a North American Soldier/Captain or something (hehe) She falls very much in love and gives up her family and religion for him. Now here I'm not sure if he ever truly loved her or not, but he says "It's a japanese marriage, I marry her for 999 years, but can end it in a month. Nothing is set in stone in the country" He also mentoins later on going to marry for real to an American woman. Act one ends with them declaring their love.

Act two is three years later and she is waiting for him to come back. Everyone tells her he won't but she doesn't believe them. She says he promised and he will. The embasador comes with a letter to tell her he won't be back and she brings out her son who was born after the captain left. She doesn't believe him when she is again told he won't come back. Then she spots his ship coming into the harbor. She cleans her house and waits all night for him.

Third act, he comes back with a woman, his wife. They talk to susuki, her friend/maid and tell her to tell Butterfly to give the child to the woman to raise, they must insure his feature. The captain leaves and says he can't be there when they tell her. Madam Butterfly wakes up and figures everything out. She says that she will give up her son if he comes to get him in half an hour. She cries and and hugs her child, saying goodbye to him and to live with no regrets. She sends him to play, brings a partition and the sword with which her dad committed suicide. Behind the particion she puts the knife to her neck and kills herself as the captain calls her name.

Tragic, beautiful. I loved it. Great mother's day gift.

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 23:18:58 GMT

I forgot to bring my work home. I'm going to try and write, see if I get something out.

So few questions:

Anyone still interested in anything related to Reflections?

Anyone on LJ interested on Best Friends? or Profe?

If you'd like me to write a fic, what pairing would you like?

Have you read any of my fanfics? or any of my originals? If you have of the unfinished stuff what would you like to see updated?

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 03:22:10 GMT

I've been slowly working on next chp of Best friends. I want to finish this asap.

So you know how we (I) whatever always say "review don't matter" I notice that though I don't write for them damn does it sting when you get very few to none. Much worst when there are horrible things getting tons.

So I'm going to make an effort to review more. So I now apologize for my sucky (prob going into "Why reviewers suck) reviews.

People I owe reviews to:

Lain

Xanthofile.

Kick my virtual ass if I don't review you at least once this week?...mmm... should I make it two weeks?

Sun, 22 Mar 2009 13:51:58 GMT

Well no seems to have read my little short. A bit dissapointed but to be expected after such a long time away. There is also the chance that it completely sucked so no one reviewed...hmm... I'll have to read it over.

For those interested it's from Reflections Universe a little bit about when Frank decides to leave.

I want to start writing again my mind is way too busy, I don't like it when my characters start taking over my dreams...

Goin to try and update something this weekend erm... Sunday. Think maybe bestfriends? Or Profe... Ummm Anyone out there really care?

Sat, 14 Mar 2009 15:41:06 GMT

It’s the sort of night that in movie a sad saxophone would be playing in the background. The type you don’t find to be real, were the moon is just a little too big and a little too white. The street is silent the wind a breeze moving softly maybe a lone white paper cup dancing with it. It’s the night were a stranger waits in the shadows, dressed in a long coat and hat for the right time to step under the lamp light. It’s a movie night, and there are few elements missing to complete it.

It’s a quiet night and I’m standing here waiting against the building wall, I’m not wearing a long coat and I’m not wearing a hat. I have tattered jeans, an old t-shirt and my hands in my pockets. I do have the token cigarette hanging off the side of my mouth. I’m not sure what I’m waiting for, because there is nothing left to wait for.

I’m the screw up, the side of the story no one cares about because the viewers are all busy hating me and waiting for the hero to recover. I’m also waiting for him to recover, to come to my side and promise everything will be just fine. He would call me tragic.

I’m tragic, a tragedy a disaster. I can’t sleep anymore not while thinking about him, while missing him, while needing him. I can’t stand to be here, not on the same street, not in the same city, not after what I’ve done. I’ve stayed by this building for many nights watching the son come out, watching the interns walk out with heavy bags under their eyes after another day on call.

I don’t have the courage to walk in there; I don’t have the guts, the strength to see him there again. I can’t and I won’t. He is too pale, too still and my knees give in just at the thought. Plus, I can see it in their eyes, in all of their eyes how they blame me. How they wonder what I did exactly to bring him here. If they knew the monster I am, the monster I become.

God, I need him. I need him so much, I want him to tell me it’ll be fine, that everything is okay, forgotten forgiven. That all this hate, that all this love is worth it, is useless and that we will work through it. He knows what to say, he knows how to fix it. He always does, because I don’t and it’s his…it is him.

And he won’t because I know that he won’t. Because he can’t and it’s my fault.

It’s time for me to go, because there won’t be any fixing this, not until he can. It’s time for me to put room away from this building, away from this silence and this city. The road and the stage have always called me and it’s time to answer. It’s time to leave, until he comes for me.

He will come for me, he always does. He always finds me even when I’m lost inside myself.

L.A is now unlocked

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 13:49:15 GMT

You can find it here, it's a one shot set after Reflections.

Has anyone missed me?

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 16:49:20 GMT

Yeah, life has been well hectic as hell. If I told you everything that has happened you would think I was writing another fic. Quick summary?
- Uncle got kidnaped
- Uncles family and grandmother live now with me.
- New baby was born (2/25)
- Husband lost his job (again, big screw up on his part he is on strike 2)
-Andres is having trouble at school with language arts, he begins tutoring tomorrow.
-Work is hectic, I'm taking a lot of work home, I barely have time to check emails much less write (forget the fact that at the mo there is 0 privacy)
-Andres got his cornea scratched yesterday had trip to the ER, he is fine though no infection, no blindness just some antibiotic cream that has to go in the eye and some/lots of pain.

-I finally made Last Chapter of reflections puplic go here to read it.

Lets hope things calm down and bit soon enough and Ellie could maybe see the light of day.

an attempt at writing again, try one. "I shall think of title later" Fanfic F/G My Chem

Tue, 13 Jan 2009 05:14:34 GMT

Snow is one of the things Frank hates, then again there are a lot of things Frank hates. Frank hates snow, he hate chairs, he hates street signs, and low steps, and this is only today’s list. Things he hates today, because he tripped on them or ran into them. There are also things Frank hates all the time has always hated or perhaps he only disliked them before and hates them now, some of those things are lemon ice cream, romantic comedies, red lipstick and cherry flavored chapstick. Then there are also the things he once loved and now hates, these are the ones that truly make him bitter the things that really make him want to bitch and moan, one of them is snow and the other one is Gerard Way. There might be more things, there probably are but of the ones he loved those are the ones that matter now.

Snow matters because it’s snowing and Frank hates the damp feeling the bottom of h is pants leaves on his ankles. He also hates that his walkway will be covered in it and odds are he will end up falling, covered in the cold stupid white. And then there is Gerard and he is pertinent to all of this because as Frank struggles not to fall while making his way through the snow, he is there and Frank hates him. Hates him for looking so good, so calm, he hates the way he is smiling and he hate what he hates the most is that he is that he can’t seem to get over Gerard. Like it isn’t enough everything else Frank has to get over.

With a roll of his eyes Frank flinches away from Gerard’s helpful hands. And Frank hates the way Gerard bites on his lip and the way his eyes seemed amused by Frank’s actions. And Frank adds gravity to the list of things he hates because right after pulling away from Gerard, Frank falls and fucking hell does Frank ever hate falling.

Frank hates falling because it hurts like hell, always even when it isn't a bad fall. It hurts, hell he hurts most of the time anyway and he doesn't need close and fast contact with the floor to add to his pile of hurt. Frank hates falling, because it hurts and because he seems to always be getting into the floors personal space. So as Frank feels his balance call quits on him, and he feels his body moving towards the ground and his fucking knee the one to blame it all gives out he closes his eyes and braces himself for the the hit, the fall, the ouch, the fuck god great dammed here I go again.

And then it doesn't there is no thump, thunk or crash, bash. The floor though closer to his face than a minute ago is not against his face trying to become one with Frank's mangled body. This should be good news, no ouchs should involve some type of yay, thank god or thanks Gee. But no such luck here because though much nicer and comfortable Frank would rather be face down making out with the floor than back in Gerard's comfortable arms. Call him a nut, but somehow the floor seemed less painful.

So Frank has another reason to hate gravity, live, his knee and the floor.

Reflections and Photographs END

Thu, 11 Dec 2008 04:05:59 GMT

UNBETA FRIENDS ONLY

And I think I might have found more. I think I’m finally home.

Everyone was there; Patrick and his boyfriend (they had moved in together and Gerard still had a hard time remembering the guys name), Don, Darla and Susie (who was sulking because Mikey didn’t seem able to take his eyes of Ray), everyone.

Mikey had agreed to play one song onstage with EB and Gerard was sure he’d never seen Ray and Mikey so in love before. They just couldn’t keep their hands to their self’s, and if they had to be apart their eyes were always on the other. It was sickening cute in a way that Gerard wanted so bad. In a way that gave him hope, because if love could forgive and live on after what they went through it might be able to live through forget.

Pencey Prep was running late and Gerard was freaking out about it. Patrick kept telling him to calm down, but it was impossible. What if Frank had changed his mind? What if he decided Gerard was too much trouble? What if Emma had come back? It wasn't about them not playing, because Gerard could live with out that, but the rejection...that Gerard felt could easily kill him.

And that thought right there sent ice into the pit of Gerard’s stomach. Thankfully he was distracted momentarily from it when he noticed a certain blond walk in.

“I invited him,” Patrick whispered, “Hope you don’t mind.”

No, Gerard didn’t mind at all.

“So,” Steve smiled, “You are dating Anthony Fucking Iero. I have to say it hurts a little less to know I was dumped for him.”

“I’m not dating him.…I didn’t dump you.”

Steve made a noise in the back of his throat.

“Look, Steve, I’m sorry. I know I treated you badly.”

“All’s good. It wasn’t like we were serious anyway.” Steve noticed how mortified Gerard looked and smiled, “Dude introduce me to Anthony and all is forgiven.”

Gerard smiled, “No problem.”

Just then it seemed like the noise died down in the room. Gerard looked around and noticed that Frank, dressed in a dark suit was walking in. Steve pushed Gerard’s jaw shut.

“Don’t drool all over your nice tie,” Gerard smiled back at Steve and told him he’d be right back.

It was the longest four feet Gerard had ever walked. Everyone seemed to want to say hi to Frank, everyone seemed to want to get in Gerard’s way. And then Frank’s eyes met Gerard’s and suddenly no one else was there it was so easy to reach him.

“I was worried.”

“ I told you I’d be here.” They stared at each other feeling extremely uncomfortable and wanting nothing more than to somehow touch one another. Frank wanted to pull Gerard close, to kiss him and Gerard wanted to hug Frank to his side, kiss him… love him.

Instead they both sort of chuckled and shifted where they stood.

“A friend wants to meet you,” Gerard motioned towards Steve.

Frank stiffened giving Gerard an incredulous look. “Don’t do this to me,” he gritted between his teeth.

Gerard looked back at him unsure of what was going on. “Frank?”

“Fuck.” Frank grunted, turning away from Gerard. He didn’t want to meet the blond, he didn’t want to ever see him, didn’t want to know he existed and Fuck, Fuck, Fuck he had touched Gerard. He had touched Gerard when Frank wasn’t allowed to.

Strong hands fell on Frank’s shoulders, “What's wrong?”

Tears flooded Frank’s throat making his words stick and slug, “You were with him.”

Gerard chuckled leaning his chin on Frank’s shoulder, “You’re jealous?”

‘Yes, yes I fucking am, you asshole,’ Is what Frank wanted to say. He wanted to push Gerard away and yell that he was Frank’s only, Frank’s and that that…that whore had to leave. Instead Frank took a deep breath, then another as he slowly turned his eyes cast down.

“He had what I can’t have. I’m jealous because he took my spot. I’m sorry, I guess I’m still as childish as I used.” Frank expected Gerard to be upset, for him to say that he wasn’t willing to deal with this type of show. But he wasn’t, Gerard wasn’t even frowning he was smiling.

“It is he who can’t have what you have. I was never serious with him. Never like…” Gerard hesitated chewing on his lip, because this was a decision he didn’t even know he’d come to. He took a deep breath and looked into Frank’s eyes, “You never left your spot in my heart and that is why no one could ever have it. I might not remember, but I know I loved you and I know… I feel that I love you.”

Frank felt like a kid again, blushing and throwing himself in for a kiss. This time Gerard was ready for him there was no harsh crash of skin, but instead a soft wonderful kiss. When they separated Gerard hugged Frank and whispered in his ear, “That can most definitely be our second first kiss.”

The night was a success. Mikey looked happier than Gerard had ever seen him and he owned the stage up there with EB. Even though minutes before hitting the stage he’d been shaking, unsure and ready to run. Gerard had to pep talk him and before walking on stage Mikey said he was glad Gerard and Frank had fixed things.

Frank himself went up to Steve and introduced himself. He smiled at Gerard as he signed a napkin for the boy.

While Frank was getting ready to go onstage Gerard talked to Tim, he accepted the job in L.A, because home wasn’t his apartment or the city. Home was next to Frank and Frank after the tour would be recording Pencey’s new record in LA.

Pencey was all dressed in black suits, when they took the stage. Frank had the whole crowd jumping and singing. For their last song they played “My way home is through you”, half way through the song Frank jumped off stage and walked towards Gerard taking him by the hand he lead him to the stage. Gerard fidgeted, but the gentle squeeze of Frank’s hand helped him calm down.

The light shone on them as they sang, looking into each others eyes and ignoring the crowd.

It was only Gerard’s voice that sang “Come on Angel don’t you cry” and Frank closed his eyes lost in the sound of the comforting words. It's wa pure natural force that pulled them together and with out even thinking of the people and cameras watching Gerard kissed Frank. Promising himself he’d never stop kissing those lips again.

*so there it is. How many of you are disappointed? Any who's please check out the one shot set after this L.A.

P.S next project is Ellie, it will be slow going though.

Tue, 09 Dec 2008 02:51:46 GMT

trying to write...must finish work...must sleep...sleep...I want sleep!

*grumble* must at least finish past psychiatric treatment...sleep...sleep

Sun, 07 Dec 2008 01:52:25 GMT

How about an unbeta friends only ending?

Reflections and Photographs 34 (thank you for pointing it out!)

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 11:19:36 GMT

I’ve been spending all my free time with him. He knows me so well and that is…it’s shocking. It is. Because I didn’t think anyone knew me like that, not Patrick, not Mikey. I sometimes watch him and wonder if he can somehow see into my mind.

I did bring that sketchbook home. I had too, I wanted to look through its pages and with Frank near by, I’d blush just thinking about it. He is beautiful and god, how I itch to draw him. I carry a pad with me at all times.

Mikey says I use to do this all the time. I need it with me, because I’m more inspired than ever. He inspires me. I guess I’ve found my muse, not that I ever really think I lost it.

My comic book hits stores this Friday and Tim wants an answer that day too. It’s a heavy week I have ahead. I’ve never been more frightened.

We are planning a big party and Frank offered to have Pencey play, EB will also be playing. It’s been decided it will be a Realease/ kick off party.

“I don’t want to.”

“Bob,” Frank whined, “why not? Come on man.”

Bob crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. Jeff wasn’t there, his girlfriend was back in town and he’d taken her out to dinner.

“I don’t like him. I’ve told you several times that I don’t like him. And since I. DON’T. LIKE. HIM. I don’t feel like playing on his stupid comic book party.”

“You don’t know him. How can you not like someone you don’t know.”

It’s really quite easy, Bob thought. All he had to do is remember how much he had hurt Frank and fuck that whole story about hearing the other side of the story. Bob lived this side of the story. He met Frank when he was broken and he’d seen him broken again because of Gerard. He didn’t like Gerard and that was that.

“Fine,” Frank said to Bob’s silence. “Do it for me then, not for him but for me. Because I want to do this for him and I can’t with out you.”

Bob grumbled and turned around to leave, Frank wasn’t too sure, but it felt like he won.

-

“Hey, Mikes,” Sebas said opening the door. “He is wasting my hot water right now but come on in. Want some cereal?”

It was eight days since Ray had gone to the apartment to pack. Mikey had cried his heart out in the bathroom, hating himself for everything that had happened. It was stupid and tragic in this emo sort of extremely gay way, but it helped. It helped Mikey a lot. Once he was done crying and felt empty, he came to terms with things.

His head against the cold tile, his eyes stinging and his head throbbing, he thought about the past. He thought about what he once dreamed and what he let go. He measured what he once wished to have and what he had. What he had lost and in the end he decided, his life with Ray was a dream, the real dream the one he reached.

Yes, he let go of a dream. He let music or better said the stage and the lights drift through his fingers, but he held on to Ray and Ray had held onto him just as tight. Life had a way of working out of having things happen always for a reason. The road, the life of a musician could have easily ripped them apart.

Instead they were brought together. Mikey had a job he liked, maybe he didn’t love it, but he enjoyed it. He was good at it. It was a job that gave him and Ray security, gave Ray the opportunity to follow his dreams and Mikey the flexibility to be there for Ray.

When Mikey thought about all this, he decided that it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t bad at all, because being on stage with out Gerard didn’t feel right. But being beside Ray felt perfect. Hearing him and helping him felt perfect.

Mikey still had his bass, he still jammed from time to time with Ray and that is all he needed. And the best of it all is that what Mikey had, what he needed was exactly what he wanted and not many people could say that.

Mikey shared a bowl of cereal with Sebas their conversation centering on the upcoming tour.

“It’s really cool of Pencey to spring for another bus for you guys.”

“You have no idea. I don’t think our van would have made it the whole tour.”

Mikey laughed, “I don’t think so either. Talking of which, my boss said he knows of a guy who might be interested in buying it. Granted not for much, but it should be enough for a down payment on a new one.”

“Yeah, we should look into that. How come the guy wants it?”

“Parts.”

Sebas nodded. The door to the bathroom opened, it was a small apartment and the steam from the bathroom reached were Mikey and Sebas were sitting. Mikey couldn't help but close his eyes, because it smelled like Ray. It was barely noticeable but there.

Ray moved towards Mikey and kissed his lips. A smile spread on Mikey’s face, just the day before had been the first time since the fight that Ray had kissed him.

“Mmmm, I’ve missed your kisses.”

Ray laughed moving to pour himself some milk and cereal.

“And that is my cue to leave.” Sebas stands and goes into his room, to a second later come out with his towel and clean clothes.

“Everything is pretty set for the tour?” Mikey asks and he is so happy that there is no longer that suffocating tension between him and Ray.

“Pretty much, yeah. I wanted to buy some guitar strings just in case.”

“I brought some over, also I brought you some more clothes, what you took the other day won’t be enough. Also, take my credit card with you in case of an emergency. I have like 3000 credit on it.”

“Mikes,” Ray went to protest.

“No,” Mikey stopped him. “I know you guys are short on money and if something happens I want you all to have a back up.”

Ray smiled, “Thank you.”

“You acting like its a big deal. If you max it up you and me will be paying it.”

They were silent, Ray just looking at Mikey as he fidgeted with his spoon. There was no doubt in Ray that he loved the man in front of him just as much as he once loved the boy he used to be. Mikey held Ray’s heart in his hands and even if he wanted Ray could never take it back.

“I can’t wait to go on the road.”

“I know,” Mikey said. “It’ll be great. I was checking your guys Myspace and the fans are going crazy over the tour. I posted all the dates. People were worried it would sell out because of Pensey, but Frank told me they’d hold like 100 tickets for EB fans.”

“Frank, hell all the Pencey guys are being amazing.” Ray was silent, he took Mikey’s hand and when Mikey’s eyes met his he spoke, “After the tour I want to come home Mikey.”

Mikey jumped out of his seat and onto Ray’s lap. He hit the table and a spoon clatter to the floor, but it was ignored. They kissed, for the first time in what felt like a lifetime it was a deep kiss, tongues, teeth and lips. Ray’s breath against Mikey’s face. “I can’t live with out.”

“And I can’t with out you.”

“Don’t hurt me again.”

“Never”

“Never”

And they were kissing again, hands moving over clothes and then skin, lips kissing and theeth nipping. Ray pushed Mikey back to lie on the table. He landed on a plate and felt milk soaking his shirt. Mikey laughed and Ray pulled him back up, their foreheads touching.

“I don’t think we should do this here,” Ray whispered.

“No, I don’t think Sebas would appreciate it.”

“Your damn straight Sebas wouldn’t appreciate it. I eat on the that table you sick fucks.”

Ray laughed loud as Mikey hid his bright red face against his shoulder.

“Fuckers, I’m just glad things are back to normal. Don’t mess with the order of things you two. Your Mikey and Ray, you both suppose to be together. I was worried next thing I’d be told that peanut butter and jelly were fighting.”

Ray kept laughing and even Mikey got over his mortification and laughed a bit. Ray kissed the side of his face.

They’d be fine. Mikey knew so, it would take time and effort to get back to were they were but Mikey was willing to do so and sitting on Ray’s lap feeling his heart beat, Mikey was sure it was worth it.

-
Gerard hadn’t had much time to himself in the last few days. He had meetings at work, interviews for the comic, the publisher was making a big deal out of it, more so than Gerard had expected and any if at all free time he had was spent with Frank.

Gerard’s fingers itched to touch Frank and it was a struggle to keep things platonic. Even though Frank had told him to take anything he wanted from the boxes, the sketchbook had been snuck out of Frank’s apartment, Gerard couldn’t help but blush just at thinking about the very intimate drawings.

It was the almost uncontrollable lust he felt for Frank what held him at bay. He didn’t want that again. He’d had lust before and he was very well acquainted with how short lived it’s strength was.

Gerard wanted more and reading over his notebooks he was sure he had achieved that once with Frank. He wanted to fall in love, not in lust.

With Mikey visiting Ray and Frank busy with band things, Gerard found himself alone in his bedroom with nothing really too pressing to do. He had his notebook with him and was working on storyboard for his comic book. They had begun production for the next book and Gerard’s mind was already on the third.

Well really his mind at that moment was more on Frank than the comic book. Because from where Gerard was sitting he could see that sketchbook peeking out from underneath some papers Gerard had throw over it to hide it.

He hadn’t really looked through it, not more than he had the first time he’d seen it in Frank’s apartment and now that he was alone, he was really tempted. Putting his notebook aside Gerard stood up and grabbed the sketchbook and hurried back to bed. Only to stand up again and make sure his bedroom door was locked, just in case.

It felt strange to admire work that he knew was his own and at the same time didn’t remember ever drawing it. It was even stranger when there were pictures of him and Frank in rather… intimate positions.

Some of them were rough sketches and some of them were rather detailed, Gerard was getting hard and he felt himself blush. Biting the side of his lip Gerard turned another page. Frank touching himself, a sheet draped over one leg, and his erection covered with his hand, it was so detailed that Gerard could even read Hallo written on his knuckles.

Franks other hand was over his chest touching a nipple and his back was arched, his eyes closed, and his mouth slightly opened and Gerard could swear he heard a moan, probably one of his own since one of his hands had slipped between his legs.

L.A 1/1 UNLOCKED

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 03:52:54 GMT

Title: LA
Written by: ME
Pairing: F/G
Summary: Part of Reflections Universe. Gerard and Frank meet in LA.
Warning: Cursileria!
Author Note: Set after Reflections. That universe won't let me be. I'm tempted to write something about Frank pre reflections. Unbeta Friends Only

He was there standing by the front desk, shifting from foot to foot and hiding behind his hair. His hair looked long and wet and I couldn’t wait to push it back off his face. I actually froze by the door, just watching him because this almost felt unreal. There he was waiting for me. There were times that I didn’t think this would ever happen. I thought I’d have to fight a bit more for him, that I had to bring back his memories to be able to bring him back to me. As it was he wants to create new memories with me, he loves me. Not even by forgetting everything and me did he ever stop loving me.

The other guys push past me, they are tired and want to go shower and sleep. I can’t seem to move, I’m afraid that as I step close to him this illusion will break. Bob hands me my key card and pats me on the shoulder, smiling towards were he is. It’s then that he looks up, a small nervous smile on his face.

He takes a step towards me and I drop my bag and run to him. It isn’t a dream; it isn’t an illusion he is here with for me. His arms wrap around me in that awkward way that is only ours. I hold him back wishing to never let him go. I don’t ever want to leave his side, but I will I have a tour to finish.

I want to kiss him, but we don’t he pulls me away and his eyes sweep over my face, “I’ve missed you.”
“So have I.”

I pick up my bag and we walk together to the elevator. We quietly wait for it; we don’t look at each other we are both focused on waiting on the ding that announces it’s here. A couple walks out of the elevator and we walk in, I’m excited, my leg shakes and I chew on my lip.
The elevator doors close and he turns to me, “I didn’t think I would miss you so much. You don’t have an idea of how much I’ve missed. You’ve taken over everyone of my thoughts.”
I have nothing to say, I can’t do anything other than pull him towards me taking his lips and wrapping my arms around him. A long satisfied sound escapes him and he reciprocates my kiss, his arms around my waste as he tightens our hold. I don’t want to breath anything other than his breath. I don’t want to feel anything other than his skin.

We tumble out of the elevator almost forgetting my bag inside it. We laugh at our fumbling movements, it’s hard to walk when concentrated on being just one. We need to pull apart to open the door to the hotel room.

The atmosphere around us changed once we walked into the room. There’s a small sitting area, a bar and to the side an open door to the bedroom were a large bed with a crisp white comforter sits center stage.

We haven’t made love since that one night when he left me. I don’t resent him, but it isn’t a night either of us really wants to remember, not the night it self but the morning after.

He puts my bag down and I offer him a drink. We move away from the door but not towards the bedroom. He sits on the couch his eyes intense on the window. The city is bright under its cloud of smog. I hand him a cup of water and get a beer for myself.

“What is your schedule like?”

I hesitated about where to sit, I want to be near him, but I don’t want to seem desperate, he makes room for me on the couch and I sit by him. The beer is cold, but I’m not interested in it.

“We have tonight off, tomorrow Jeph is doing an interview…I asked for time off…you know to…”

“Spend time with me.” His eyes shine and I feel a blush creeping up my neck.

“You don’t mind me not remembering, you truly don’t?”

“I wish you did, but not for you to remember me, but for yourself. There are wonderful things that retelling them can’t capture the feeling.”

He looks sad nodding as I speak. I don’t want him that way I want him smiling. I lay my head against his shoulder my hand tickling over his thigh. “I don’t mind, because I want to make new memories with you.”

He kisses the top of my head but other than that says nothing. We sit there in silence simply enjoying each other’s presence and as boring as it may seem, it was heaven to me. We had no hurry, no need to fill empty space with nonsense, because we had each other.

We eventually made it to the bedroom, there was slight apprehension in our movements, but he whispered, “I won’t leave you” into my ear and I believed him. He knew my body better than I even could remember, his lips and hands new were to go, how long to go and how to touch. They were strumming me like a guitar and I was loving it, making music for him following his instructions and bending to his will. I didn’t mind giving into him.

He sculpted me into a creature of pleasure writhing beneath him, every nerve ending in my body calibrated to his touch, the sweet burn of his entry, the move of his hips, the nip of his teeth everything perfect synchrony. My hands were disoriented; my body had forgotten this type of ecstasy, this torture of being taken to the brink of insanity just to be pulled back. It felt like an eternity of pleasure that never came to climax.

As his body rocked against me and his teeth dragged down my skin, I begged him to stop, to continue, to let me finish. I heard and felt his laughter, I felt the shift of his body as pressure was brought directly to where I wanted it so. His hands took control over my own and he guided them over me, my body tensed and curved as I felt heat explode. My eyes widen until I saw darkness, stars, his body slumped against me, his breathing agitated and my lips desperate for his.

We kissed, gentle as the ripples of pleasure left our bodies weary and tired. My eyes closed.

When I woke up he was sitting naked across from me. A notepad and pencil in his hand. I was exposed the sheet had been pulled back.

“Old habits die hard,” I murmured as I stretched.

“Don’t move. I’m almost done.” I knew I’d be lying here for at least another hour.

Drabbles

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 03:37:54 GMT

10 Song Drabbles
Title: 10 Song Drabbles
Author: diebyownhands
Pairing: Frank/Mikey
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It's all a figment of my imagination
Summary: Drabbles inspired by random songs that popped up on shuffle. I seen this on mychemicalslash done by someone else. I hope they don't mind I sort of stole the idea. I needed to disconnect a bit and I figured it be a good way.

1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

*I don't think they actually count as drabbles since they might be a little too long.*

1. MCR-Demolition Lovers
It's funny how loving someone can bring them to complete destruction. I never imagined it would end this way. I never thought it would go this far. All a child’s game, fresh love, new and simple.
How can life take such turns? Bring us here to the smell of roses and the sight of caskets. I'd like to hold you once more, tell you how I truly feel take back the lies that brought us both here. It's useless, because the words spoken now would never reach you.
I can't reach you and say I love. I can never take back my lies; I hurt you in an attempt to love you. I let you go, not to hold you back, all I did was hurt you, all I did was push you and now you're not even here anymore.
My words are useless now, because everything has been set and done. Everything is known, permanent. The dirt, the flowers, the priest and the tears, and I'm nothing but a mourning soul, left to the side watched with hate. I have the blame of your death on my shoulders. It's funny how loving someone can bring them to complete destruction.
You were the one, my only one.

-

2. Pearl Jam- Release
"I've been waiting for you"
"Have you..."
"Why else would I be here?"
He looks at his feet, keys in his hands and I just wish he would look at me.
"You shouldn't have come."
"Why?" Look at me, at least look at me while you do this. "You've been avoiding me." He doesn't answer, he just plays with his keys eyes downcast. "Why?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I have to bite my lip to keep the tears from falling.
"Don't I at least deserve you to tell me?"
"Tell you what!" I jump back at his sudden anger. He seemed so apathetic a minute ago. "Tell you what? Fuck! I seen you with him, I saw you kissing him, holding him."
I have nothing to say, I just chew on my lip. At least he is now looking at me. How I wish his eyes were still on the keys. He pushes past me and opens his door. I just stand there unsure of what to say, of how to defend myself of how to deny it. I was never good at lying. His door closes and only then does my voice whisper, "...I ... I love you."

-

3. Simple Plan- Addicted to You
His kisses taste like skittles. The red kind, not the yellow, he doesn't like the yellow ones. I want to forget what his kiss taste like.
He smells like wood and citrus, he fits into my arms so perfectly and his hair always tickles my nose. I want to forget how he felt in my arms and I want to forget how I used to comb my fingers threw his hair.
I want to burn his pictures, forget every lie he told. Yet, I want to relive every single moment by his side. I want him to still be mine and I want to forget what it was like to be his.
I need him, I miss him and all I want to is to forget him. Forget what he did to me, his words and how he left me. I want to tear him out of my heart and I want to let him hold it.
I love him I hate him. I want him I'll forget him.

-

4. Coheed and Cambria - Blood Red Summer

Mikey was painting a rainbow on his bedroom wall. He wasn't sure why he'd decided on a rainbow, but it was what he felt like painting.
He was happy today a big bright smile on his face as he spread the colors with a large brush. Gerard had offered to help him but he wanted to do this on his own. He chose light pastels; he wanted it to be happy.
Frank had told him a secret today and he would keep that secret. He would keep it until they were both ready to yell it to the winds.
He loved him he loved him. Just like he loved him and wasn't that enough to be happy and painting rainbows?
Mikey skipped and danced as he painted, flecks of paint falling on him staining his hair and clothes and he wonders if he deserves this? It is a great secret after all and great secrets must be shared.

-

5. Silverstein- Discovering the Waterfront
He knows him all too well. It's happened so many times before and he's had enough. He is tired of fighting for something he knows won't work.
Too many times has he given him his heart, too many times had his lies broken it into too many pieces. He is tired of piecing it up together just to give it to his ungentle hands again.
He's tired of fighting, tired of crying and today it ends. Today he says goodbye and though he will never forget him, he won't come back not this time, not again.
He wants to finally live, finally keep that pressure of his chest.
"I love you, but I can't." His eyes beg for forgiveness, but he is as forgetful as he is lovable. He will soon forget his sorrow and his regret. He will do it again like so many times before.
Mikey is breaking his own heart today as he walks away, but this time he knows how to put it back together and everything will be fine.

-

Red Jumpsuit Apparatus- Cat and Mouse
All their memories surround them. It's as if the pictures of them smiling, kissing and hugging are mocking him now. And all he wants is to hold him tighter as tight as he can and never let go.
All he wants is to kiss him better. He wishes that simple child’s game would be enough, but it isn't. He rocks his body back and forward waiting for the sound of the sirens they should be here by now. They should be here to fix this, to fix him.
"I love you, I love you. Please. Live for me, please."

-

6. Ricardo Arjona- Aun te amo
It's been seven years since the last time I saw him. Seven years and though I'm fine, there are many things I'd like him to know.
I'd like to tell him he was right and that cigarette smell does stick to everything in the house. I'd also tell him he was right and that it wouldn't have killed me to pick my socks up.
That I'm fine, that really I am. I did survive with out him and that is something else he was right about. That I still live in the same apartment and that the cat lady downstairs moved out with out two of her cats that now sleep on our couch.
I would tell him that I still miss him and that I still think about him daily. But most importantly I would tell him he was wrong about one thing, and that is that I still love him.

-

7. Alejandro Sanz- Cuando nadie me ve
There are times when they sit with at least half a foot of space between them. Sometimes they don't touch and sometimes, they barely even look at each other. Sometimes they can't help it. They pretend to not care, that the touch was an accident or that there was nowhere else to sit.
But when there is no one around, when there are no other eyes but their own, they forget about space. They forget about rules and they freely touch, exploring the expanses of skin that during other times are forbidden, they kiss lips that in the open public they don't even dare to look. When no one sees they love each other, with out care, with out stop, with the freedom only love and closed doors give them. Not even skin is barrier.
It's small moment's, some short, some long, but they are what keeps them going, because it is then when they aren't them but each others. And sometimes even with eyes on them, soft small look tells the other everything that is needed.

-

8. Soda Stereo- Ella uso mi cabeza como un revolver
He was addictive. I knew what he was doing to me, I knew it all along, but it was impossible to say no. You can't say no to him, not with the way he is, not with how he moves. I let him use me, I didn't mind.
As long as I was useful, he kept me by his side. You wouldn't believe some of the things I did for him, if he'd ask I would have killed for him. He dried me up, I'm empty and shrivel on the inside, he left me like this.
I'm not the first and I won't be the last. He used me for everything and anything he could. And I would do it again if it meant being by his side, I don't regret a single thing I did. I regret nothing at all, not as long as I have the memories of him.

-

9. A day in the life of...- I'm not crying, my eyeballs are sweating.
"Just leave! Just fucking leave!"
"Mikey, don't do this."
I hate how calm he looks and I hate that I can feel the tears about to fall.
"Leave."
"I don't want things to end like this, we used to be friends."
We are nothing now, how could we ever again be anything at all. Not after this. I gave him my soul and now he says it wasn't enough that it's over.
"Leave." Please just leave.

-

10. Mercurio- Como decirle que la quiero.
I wonder if this is love. Could it be love? The weird feeling in my stomach when he looks my way, the way my skin tingles when he touches me.
Is it love? And if it is, how will I ever let him know? How will I ever tell him if every time he comes near I feel my knees shake and my voice tremble?
I'd do anything for him, anything to see him smile anything for him to look my way.
I'm tired of having him so close and yet not having him at all. How can I tell him I love him? How can I ever kiss his lips?
And if my heart beating faster and stopping all at ones when he places his arm around me is love, how can I ever let him know?
How to let him know, if I have no control over myself when he is around.

More "Profe" universe fic

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 23:38:19 GMT

For anyone who read and might be waiting for an update on Profe I got bad news for you and good news for you. Bad news I have 0 to none desire to write Profe right now.

Good news?

My muse has been bugging me with Carlos. Does anyone remember Carlos? Lucianos boyfriend? Cute flamboyant Latino? Got beat up by his boyfriend (Boyfriend Dave, not Luciano) in the boys locker room?

Even if you don't remmeber him I'm writing a five (more or less) part fic about him. I've got the first part finished, rather short only about 700 words. It's general information on how he ended up in Lucianos school. A bit of his side of the story to Luciano and then big bad Dave. Up to Luciano it is pretty much what you read in Profe but as soon as Dave comes in the picture it will all be new, since Luciano is too self centered to tell us much about Carlos.

So small recap of what I've got going on with Profe

The main Story Profe. About Luciano and Uriel. Uriel is Lucy's teacher and so deep in the closet he doesn't even know he is gay. Well more than in the closet he is very very innocent, wealthy and very very smart. He is married and has a beautiful baby girl. Luciano is troubled, rebellious, drug addicted and beautiful. He has a dark secret that he can't even remember.

Then we have Animals This is one shot about Phillip, about when he was young and the one and only time he fell in love. Uriel in "Profe" is a lawyer friends with Uriel's brother who likes younger men. He doesn't even care that Uriel is married.

There is also Following Love . This is a pre- Profe fic. About Lu and Robert (not not Lucy and Robbie) but Luciano's uncle Lu and Robbie's dad Robert. How they fell in love and why Robbie is Luciano's cousin but not really. It is very sweet story, I think.

So there ya go! Links and all, I'd love feed back on them if you decide to read any of these stories and if you've read them. Though Profe won't be update soon, at least you have another fic to look forward to?

I've got to laugh at my own typos

Wed, 22 Oct 2008 01:52:10 GMT

He barely even looked their way. Mikey mumbled a “hey Gee” and he acknowledged it with a simple nod of his head. Liza sat on a worn out couch and Frank sat on the armrest. Mikey dug in a small fridge that sat in a corner of the room and came back with a cock for Liza and beer for Frank and himself.
They didn’t do much other than sit around. Mikey and Frank got into a heated discussion about some dumb comic book and Liza paid more and more attention to what Gerard was drawing.

It was meant to say coke!! hehehe. This little ones is why one needs beta readers.

Wed, 22 Oct 2008 01:37:40 GMT

How I wish that fic would be updated. I think it was called Please Try Again.

the one were Gerard is an actor.

Ellie part 2

Wed, 22 Oct 2008 00:01:04 GMT

Here is part two. Still unbeta and friends only.

Previous

Frank hates mornings, every night he says he will go to be earlier but it never works out. It isn’t his fault he is more inspired at nighttime. Last night he was up until 3 am finishing up a painting and this morning he has to drive Ellie to school and then go to work, because today they are having an inspection and he can not- can not- forget to call Sarah to finally decide where the party will be.

“Ellie!” Frank calls from the bottom of the steps, “You should be dressed by now. Your shoes are down here by the steps. Hurry up, I left you breakfast at the table and you can’t turn the TV on until you have eaten and put your shoes on. Ellie? Ellie did you hear me?”

Frank hears Ellie’s foot steps as she comes near the railing. Her hair is a mess of ash brown falling in front of her eyes, at least she is already dressed. “I hear’ou Frankie! I’be righ down!”

“Just hurry up sweetheart I don’t want to be late.”

She actually rolls her eyes at him before turning around back into her room. Frank wonders if he should comment on it. Maybe say something like “Don’t roll your eyes at me young lady.” But that feels just wrong and she is only seven years old, no need for her to know how much it bothers him, he can just talk to her about it in the car.

Once Frank is dressed, shaved and ready he comes out with the de-tangler and brush to the living room. Ellie is completely entranced with an old Ben 10 episode. He sprays her hair and she complains about him sneaking up on her and how he almost gave her a “hartack”.

“Did you eat?”

“ Yeaas,” She answers in a bored tone, Frank looks back towards the kitchen and sees her empty plate on the counter.

“Good, now let me brush your hair so we can get going.”
She complains he is hurting her every time he passes the brush over her head. It is frustrating because he is being as gentle as he can be, but once he is done she looks at herself in the mirror and runs to hug him, “I look beautiful!”

They drive to school and Frank walks her to the classroom. “Which Granma is picking me up today?”

“Grandma Sarah is, she said you asked her to take you to the mall today.”

“Cool.” Ellie answers making her long hair swish around her head.

Ellie has been living with Frank since he finished college, she was only four years old, but he’d been responsible for her since the day Liza had died. He was much too young for the responsibility but more than ready to accept it.

Sarah and Michael had obviously taken the baby in with them, ready to assume the role of grandparents and parents, but they’re lose had hit them hard; especially Sarah who couldn’t stop crying and fell into depression.

It was hard for them to care for a toddler though they tried, they really did because they loved their granddaughter; she was a small piece of Liza.

Frank had been there to babysit, to help out with what ever he could and at times it felt like he was intruding, but he could tell on what a thin rope they were all walking.

Sarah had a crisis. She’d called Frank crying hysterically. Michael was out of town for work and she just couldn’t take it anymore. She just couldn’t, she didn’t know what was wrong or why, she just wanted to give up. Frank talk with her on the phone while he drove to her house.

When he arrived there thankfully Ellie was fine, she was crying in her play-pin but she was fine. He called Sarah’s doctor after having some difficulty getting her to tell him the doctor’s name. The doctor recommended taking Sarah to the hospital, she was still crying and complaining of shortness of breath.

Frank called Mikey and dropped off Ellie at the Way’s home on the way to the hospital. While in the waiting room he called Michael who took the first flight home.

It was almost ten when Frank went by the Way’s home to pick Ellie up, she was bundled up in bed with Ms. Way. Mr. Way had volunteered himself to sleep on the couch.

Mikey opened the door, “Frank, just let her spend the night here.”

“I…I told Michael I’d take her home.”

“This is her home too. She is my niece and their granddaughter.”

Frank chewed on his lip. Thinking over what the right thing to do was, “I’ll come get here tomorrow morning. “

Frank did pick her up the next morning and took her home. At Michaels request Frank stayed at the Evan’s home until Sarah came home from the hospital. She had to be there for three days in observation to make sure she wasn’t a danger to herself.

Frank didn’t move back to his dorm room when Sarah came home. He didn’t move out until he had graduated and found a job. It just seemed natural, even though to others it didn’t at all for Ellie to move out with him. The Evan’s helped Frank by paying for Ellie’s day care, free babysitting and once in awhile dropping by with some groceries, even though Frank never asked them to.

No one ever asked him why he did everything; no one but Mikey, who had taught Ellie to call him Uncle M’key.
“It’s my fault.” Frank had answered. “I introduced her to your loser of a brother. I helped her sneak out and I lied to her parents telling them she was with me when she was with him.”

“It’s not your fault Frankie, she knew what he was like.”

“That’s not excuse.”

That was the last time they ever spoke about it. Mikey felt bad that Frank was taking over his brother’s responsibilities, but then he let it go. It’d be the end of Mikey if he worried and felt bad over every stupid thing Gerard ever did. It was bad enough to hear his mother cry about how Gerard never called.
-

After dropping Ellie off Frank drove to work. He worked in an auction house, as well as at the art museum. He had studied art appreciation and hoped to become an art appraiser. At the museum he worked with a great team of art restorers, he had even considered taking an advanced course on it, since he didn’t know enough about chemistry, but as they’re assistant he was quickly picking up a lot.
He was heading to the museum now, it was one of the largest ones on the coast and they would be having an inspection next week.

They were having an exhibition on 18th century art and had asked a collector to lend them some of his paintings. He owned great works and there was a particular one that had not been shown to the public in over twenty years. He had agreed to only after having his team inspect the museum and specially the restores. He wanted to see them work, because this particular piece had been damaged the last time it was shown.

He wasn’t particularly high on the latter at any of his jobs, but he was slowly and surely climbing. He pined his ID tag to his jean pocket after showing it to the guard at the front door.
Almost instantly after he scanned the ID card to open the employees only door Andrew was by his side. Andrew was part of the team and worked closely with Frank he was no longer an apprentice, but he didn’t have too much experience he was still learning. Frank smiled at him but continued walking, undeterred by this Andrew kept up with Frank.

“It’s always nice to see you, Frank.” Frank gave Andrew a forced smile. The man had been flirting with him non-stop not caring that Frank didn’t respond. He didn’t want to jeopardize his opportunities by having a fling with a colleague.

“I don’t have time Andrew.” Frank said shortly.

“I’m not taking any of your time we both are walking to the same place.”

Frank refrained from rolling his eyes, and they both quietly walked down to the basement where the laboratory was located.

The painting they were working on had been brought down the night before. Frank would take pictures of it and then it would be x-rayed, but as they walked into the room they found that they were having a hard time removing the frame.

It had been an exhausting morning and by lunch time Frank wanted nothing more than to vegetate on his couch. Of course that wasn’t an option. He had a quick bite to eat in the museum’s cafeteria and changed his clothes in the employs bathroom and headed out to the auction house. He had a meeting with a buyer at 2 pm and he just hoped traffic wasn’t too bad on his way.

Frank left the auction house around six and called Mikey to see if he needed a ride home. Mikey still didn’t know how to drive and didn’t seem like he had much interest in learning. There was the odd occasion when he got frustrated and vowed to learn how to drive by that time next month, but it always wore off.

Frank didn’t mind picking him, his job was on his way home anyway, but the real perk of it was Mikey’s boss. Jon was Frank’s wet dream, never had Frank even imagined a forty plus year old could look so good, and when the man smiled the brightness of his teeth blinded you. If he weren’t married to a black belt karate instructor Frank would definitely flirt.
As it is Mikey will take the ride, there seems like it might rain. Frank parked his car across the street from the agency and walked in, he was a bit early. Frida at the front desk smiled at him and told him Mikey was waiting for him in his office and then whispered that Jon, was also in his office. Frank blushed and thanked her.

He purposely took the long way to Mikey’s office because it passed right in front of Jon’s office. Jon was on the phone but waved at Frank as he passed by, Frank waved back and felt butterflies in his stomach, the man’s eyes should have been illegal.

Mikey was picking up his desk when Frank finally made it there. He was nervous and Frank wondered if he’d gotten in trouble with that girl he was flirting with. Mikey assured him that no, plus he wasn’t really flirting.
“Then? What’s your issue?” Frank helped Mikey carry his laptop to the car.

Mikey chewed on his lip walking quickly almost like he wanted to lose Frank on the way to the car. Frank stared at him wondering what was up but decided not to say another word. Mikey would talk, when Mikey felt like talking.

Frank started the car and Mikey immediately put the volume down. Frank knew Mikey for many years and that was number one sign that he wanted to talk. Slowing down a bit Frank looked at Mikey.

“Eyes on the road,” Mikey mumbled.

With a frown on his face Frank kept driving. It was maybe forty seconds before Mikey took a deep breath and finally spoke. “You like to pretend like he doesn’t exist. Hell even my parents do.”

Frank bit his tongue, about to ask “who”, but if there ever was such thing as a stupid question that be it.

“He’s your brother, I barely knew him.”

Mikey purposely looked out the window. He knew Frank was lying; Gerard was more than Mikey’s brother he was his friend and Frank more than barely knew Gerard.

“Ellie is having her first ever dance recital next week.” He was determined to switch the subject, where ever the previous conversation was going couldn’t be good. Thankfully Mikey much rather think about his niece in a cute pink tutu than about his brother in old black clothes and concided to the change.

“I’ll definetly be there, what time is at?”

The next twenty minutes of drive were spent sharing cute little things Ellie had done or said between bouts of how much she’s grown, how smart she is and how much she looks like Liza. Mikey bit his lip then too, because yes she did look like Liza, but Liza’s hair was curly brown and Liza’s eyes were blue.

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 22:51:13 GMT

You know what I just noticed?

I never wrote the requested fic!

I'm very sorry but it seems it slipped my mind. I'll try to do it now.

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 02:22:52 GMT

Frank an art appraiser and conservator?

The places the mind goes...

83399

Tue, 14 Oct 2008 03:45:21 GMT

Is the total word count of Reflections and Photographs.

It is done, donedonedonedonedone DONE!!

I haven't heard from my beta, So anyone interested in beta reading the last 3or 4 chps? Anyone have a clue what was the last chp I posted in a community?

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 03:22:03 GMT

gah I can't remmeber if Frank actually saw steve in the apartment with Gerard.

ETA: Frank just assumes. I read back, thank you all for your help.

I have many things to say...but I'll stick with Fred Fred Burger, Fred Fred Burger

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 02:13:14 GMT

Fred Fred Burger, Fred Fred Burger!

That has drilled itself deep into my brain. I'm going to try and respond to some comments tonight and try and write.

I have next chp of Reflections done and the one after that about 85% done. And depending how that goes there prob. will be one more and epilogue. Will see how the boys behave. If anything no more than 10 even if it's a sad ending no more than ten. I cannot force the story.

Maybe best friends for next weekend?