Ten year old Frank Iero was walking down the sidewalk with a huge smile on his lips. He swung the pillowcase in his hand as he skipped along gleefully. It was Halloween and Frank loved the holiday for many reasons. He loved it because it was his birthday and because he got to dress up and go out around his town and collect candy. It was the one night of the year his mother let him leave their house. He never understood why he couldn't go out more, he liked it in town and people always seemed so friendly. His mother walked beside him, her long black witch cape whipping around in the cold fall breeze. He looked up to her through the holes in hi
You and I - Frerard by yummyaoicupcake, literature
Literature
You and I - Frerard
Mama, we all go to hell
Every eye in the stadium was on Gerard as he strutted around like a maniac. He was one of the only people on earth who could pull off looking both amazingly sexy and mentally deranged at the same time. His dancing was jerky, like a malfunctioning robot, but in a strange way he was the epitome of grace. His voice was the perfect mixture of heaven and hell; the man was a walking contradiction. The way he swung his hips; the sheer audacity of the hand in his skin-tight jeans The only other performer whod ever been able to pull a stunt like that was Elvis, and he was dead and gone.