Framia: I Think I Know You...
Von ~NaruIno4eva
I DIDN'T WRITE.ONE OF MY Friends ON DEVIANTART DID.
Frank walked through the crowd of tipsy teens to meet up with Hambone. It was his party, and Hambone had invited nearly everyone at school. Naturally there would be booze, since there were no parents. Frank himself was holding a beer. He didn’t plan on getting totally thrashed though; his mom would figure out pretty damn quickly if he had alcohol in his system, and Pencey Prep had a gig, konzert the Weiter day. Not only would he be grounded, but he didn’t see how one could sing and play gitarre whilst hungover.
The two Friends fist banged and clanged bier cans in celebration of Friday. As they took a swig, Frank noticed someone across the room. She was petite, with pale brown hair and shining dark eyes that lit up her porzellan skin. She wasn’t drinking. As much as she seemed new and mysterious, she seemed familiar.
“Bro,” Frank nudged Hambone and pointed in the girls general direction. Pointed directly at her would be awkward, “Who’s that girl over there? The one who’s sober. She looks familiar.”
“That’s Jamia Nestor, from fifth period Bible study? Du two sit right Weiter to each other.”
“We do?”
“Um, yeah.” Hambone raised an eyebrow, “How much bier have Du had?”
“Only this, I swear!”
“Now go talk to her. You’re not even drunk.”
“What the fuck Hambone!”
“I’m saying go talk to her before Du get wasted. Besides, I think something good’s gonna happen if Du do.” Frank thought about it. This Jamia Nestor was pretty, and she seemed nice. A vauge memory of asking her about the book of Job in class played in his brain like a TV with static on the screen. He handed his bier to Hambone and went up to her. A faint rosy blush colored her cheeks when she saw him.
“Hey, I think I know Du from somewhere. Du go to Our Queen of Peace, right?”
“Yeah, I think you’re in my fifth period.”
“That’s where I’ve seen Du before! We sit Weiter to each other,” he held out his hand, “I’m Frank, Von the way.”
“I’m Jamia. Nice to meet you.” she took it, their eyes meeting and never straying for even a millisecond. They talked more; not about school stuff, but about their mutual Liebe of Nirvana and Sonic Youth, agreeing that Thurston Moore’s gitarre riffs were insane. They managed to go outside, to talk in peace and look at the stars without Hambone and Shaun teasing Frank about girls and shoving him a bier every five seconds.
They were lying Weiter to each other now, on the gras, grass of Hambone’s back yard. They held half-full bier bottles in one hand while holding each other’s free hand with the other. A breeze sent slight shivers to them, causing them to huddle closer for warmth. The moon shined and the stars were as bright as Jamia’s eyes. Her lips were flushed from the alcohol.
“I Liebe the night sky,” she mused, “I can’t think of anything Mehr beautiful than the stars.” Frank saw a chance coming his way. He felt bold and whispered in her ear.
“I can think of something so beautiful, it puts the stars to shame.”
“What can that be?”
“I’m looking at her...” Frank gently leaned in and just barely brushed his lips against hers.Their lips touched consensually, as did their hands, their waists, their tongues. Before they could get any closer to each other, something hit Frank in the face. It was circular and wrapped in plastic. He turned to find who threw it, and once again found a drunk Hambone and Shaun.
“What the fuck Du two?”
“Use it wisely!” Shaun yelled before they left the two Liebe drunk teenagers be. Frank discarded the condom, throwing it aside and blushing.
“I’m really sorry, Jamia. They’re just being a pair of drunken assholes. They’re normally not as gross as they’re being right now.”
“It’s okay. Most men tend to be immature until they’re forty, at least that’s what my mother told me” Frank laughed, and kissed her blushing cheek. She grabbed his dark head and pulled him in for another round of kisses, the stars dimming slightly as if to give them privacy.
Von ~NaruIno4eva
I DIDN'T WRITE.ONE OF MY Friends ON DEVIANTART DID.
Frank walked through the crowd of tipsy teens to meet up with Hambone. It was his party, and Hambone had invited nearly everyone at school. Naturally there would be booze, since there were no parents. Frank himself was holding a beer. He didn’t plan on getting totally thrashed though; his mom would figure out pretty damn quickly if he had alcohol in his system, and Pencey Prep had a gig, konzert the Weiter day. Not only would he be grounded, but he didn’t see how one could sing and play gitarre whilst hungover.
The two Friends fist banged and clanged bier cans in celebration of Friday. As they took a swig, Frank noticed someone across the room. She was petite, with pale brown hair and shining dark eyes that lit up her porzellan skin. She wasn’t drinking. As much as she seemed new and mysterious, she seemed familiar.
“Bro,” Frank nudged Hambone and pointed in the girls general direction. Pointed directly at her would be awkward, “Who’s that girl over there? The one who’s sober. She looks familiar.”
“That’s Jamia Nestor, from fifth period Bible study? Du two sit right Weiter to each other.”
“We do?”
“Um, yeah.” Hambone raised an eyebrow, “How much bier have Du had?”
“Only this, I swear!”
“Now go talk to her. You’re not even drunk.”
“What the fuck Hambone!”
“I’m saying go talk to her before Du get wasted. Besides, I think something good’s gonna happen if Du do.” Frank thought about it. This Jamia Nestor was pretty, and she seemed nice. A vauge memory of asking her about the book of Job in class played in his brain like a TV with static on the screen. He handed his bier to Hambone and went up to her. A faint rosy blush colored her cheeks when she saw him.
“Hey, I think I know Du from somewhere. Du go to Our Queen of Peace, right?”
“Yeah, I think you’re in my fifth period.”
“That’s where I’ve seen Du before! We sit Weiter to each other,” he held out his hand, “I’m Frank, Von the way.”
“I’m Jamia. Nice to meet you.” she took it, their eyes meeting and never straying for even a millisecond. They talked more; not about school stuff, but about their mutual Liebe of Nirvana and Sonic Youth, agreeing that Thurston Moore’s gitarre riffs were insane. They managed to go outside, to talk in peace and look at the stars without Hambone and Shaun teasing Frank about girls and shoving him a bier every five seconds.
They were lying Weiter to each other now, on the gras, grass of Hambone’s back yard. They held half-full bier bottles in one hand while holding each other’s free hand with the other. A breeze sent slight shivers to them, causing them to huddle closer for warmth. The moon shined and the stars were as bright as Jamia’s eyes. Her lips were flushed from the alcohol.
“I Liebe the night sky,” she mused, “I can’t think of anything Mehr beautiful than the stars.” Frank saw a chance coming his way. He felt bold and whispered in her ear.
“I can think of something so beautiful, it puts the stars to shame.”
“What can that be?”
“I’m looking at her...” Frank gently leaned in and just barely brushed his lips against hers.Their lips touched consensually, as did their hands, their waists, their tongues. Before they could get any closer to each other, something hit Frank in the face. It was circular and wrapped in plastic. He turned to find who threw it, and once again found a drunk Hambone and Shaun.
“What the fuck Du two?”
“Use it wisely!” Shaun yelled before they left the two Liebe drunk teenagers be. Frank discarded the condom, throwing it aside and blushing.
“I’m really sorry, Jamia. They’re just being a pair of drunken assholes. They’re normally not as gross as they’re being right now.”
“It’s okay. Most men tend to be immature until they’re forty, at least that’s what my mother told me” Frank laughed, and kissed her blushing cheek. She grabbed his dark head and pulled him in for another round of kisses, the stars dimming slightly as if to give them privacy.
okay, though no official announcement has been made yet Von MCR yet, the dude filling in for drums is Michael Pedicone, who has apparently been Friends with MCR for some time.
On his Twitter, Michael said: "Ive known these guys for years. Now we get to play Musik together for a long time to come. Get used to me!"
I'm sure he will probably be with MCR from now on, but we're still waiting for the official announcement through MCR's website oder something ran Von them.
i look vorwärts-, nach vorn to seeing Michael play :)
On his Twitter, Michael said: "Ive known these guys for years. Now we get to play Musik together for a long time to come. Get used to me!"
I'm sure he will probably be with MCR from now on, but we're still waiting for the official announcement through MCR's website oder something ran Von them.
i look vorwärts-, nach vorn to seeing Michael play :)
Now come one come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
Du might wake up and notice you're someone you're not
If Du look in the mirror and don't like what Du see
Du can find out firsthand what it's like to be me
So gather 'round piggies and KISS this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles I'll expect Du won't cry
Another contusion, my funeral jag
Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag
You've got front row seats to the penitence ball
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!
I sagte yeah, yeah!
I sagte yeah, yeah!
C'mon C'mon C'mon I said
(Save me!) Get me the hell out of here
(Save me!) Too young to die and my dear
(You can't!) If Du can hear me just walk away and
(Take me!)
Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
Du might wake up and notice you're someone you're not
If Du look in the mirror and don't like what Du see
Du can find out firsthand what it's like to be me
So gather 'round piggies and KISS this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles I'll expect Du won't cry
Another contusion, my funeral jag
Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag
You've got front row seats to the penitence ball
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!
I sagte yeah, yeah!
I sagte yeah, yeah!
C'mon C'mon C'mon I said
(Save me!) Get me the hell out of here
(Save me!) Too young to die and my dear
(You can't!) If Du can hear me just walk away and
(Take me!)
I said, we'll drown ourselves in misery tonight
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Just give us war-worn lipstick Von the door if I inflame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
Just give us war-worn, I've been calling Du all week
for my shotgun
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, fucker
I wanna see what your insides look like (I wanna see what your insides look like)
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not so pretty)
I wanna see what your insides look like (Not so pretty baby)
I wanna see 'em (Not so)
Well Du don't say
And well I can explain what happened to my faith
Late last night
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways
And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
C'mon
I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be
White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time
Just give us war-worn lipstick Von the door if I inflame
These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight
Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light
Just give us war-worn, I've been calling Du all week
for my shotgun
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone, fucker
I wanna see what your insides look like (I wanna see what your insides look like)
I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (Not so pretty)
I wanna see what your insides look like (Not so pretty baby)
I wanna see 'em (Not so)
Well Du don't say
And well I can explain what happened to my faith
Late last night
I sleep in empty pools and vacant alleyways
And what I'm going through, shot lipgloss through my veins
And when I can't complain
With the falling rain
C'mon
I wanna save your heart
I wanna see what your insides may be
Turn away,
If Du could get me a drink
Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded
Call my aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me in all my Favorit colors,
My sisters and my brothers, still,
I will not KISS you,
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.
Now turn away,
'Cause I'm awful just to see
'Cause all my hairs abandoned all my body,
Oh, my agony,
Know that I will never marry,
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo
But counting down the days to go
It just ain't living
And I just hope Du know
That if Du say (if Du say)
Goodbye today (goodbye today)
I'd ask Du to be true (cause I'd ask Du to be true)
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you
If Du could get me a drink
Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded
Call my aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me in all my Favorit colors,
My sisters and my brothers, still,
I will not KISS you,
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.
Now turn away,
'Cause I'm awful just to see
'Cause all my hairs abandoned all my body,
Oh, my agony,
Know that I will never marry,
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo
But counting down the days to go
It just ain't living
And I just hope Du know
That if Du say (if Du say)
Goodbye today (goodbye today)
I'd ask Du to be true (cause I'd ask Du to be true)
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you
Well, when Du go
Don't ever think I'll make Du try to stay
And maybe when Du get back
I'll be off to find another way
And after all this time that Du still owe
You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While Du can
When Du go
Would Du even turn to say
"I don't Liebe you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you
Down and out
It's where Du oughta stay
And after all the blood that Du still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up
While Du can
Whoa, whooa
When Du go
Would Du even turn to say
"I don't Liebe you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Well come on, come on
When Du go
Would Du have the guts to say
"I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday"
I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
Don't ever think I'll make Du try to stay
And maybe when Du get back
I'll be off to find another way
And after all this time that Du still owe
You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While Du can
When Du go
Would Du even turn to say
"I don't Liebe you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you
Down and out
It's where Du oughta stay
And after all the blood that Du still owe
Another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up
While Du can
Whoa, whooa
When Du go
Would Du even turn to say
"I don't Liebe you
Like I did
Yesterday"
Well come on, come on
When Du go
Would Du have the guts to say
"I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday"
I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday
I don't Liebe you
Like I loved you
Yesterday