The Doll Shop [15/?]
Title: The Doll Shop
Author:
byond_redemptn
Rating: M (swearing and lots of it)
Summary: Frank has been an outcast ever since he started high-school. No matter how many times he tried to make friends he was laughed at and told to get lost. When a piece of paper is slipped into his locker, he expects it to be another threat, but finds it to be something totally unexpected, something that would change is life forever. Instructions to The Doll Shop.
Beta:
xmychemx << thank you so much really. =)
Disclaimer: Gerard and Frank do not belong to me. sadly
A/N: All my love to
ash_neenan for the banner and dealing with my ranting.
Previous Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Ten.Point.Five || Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen
To say that Frank wasn’t a morning person would be a huge understatement.
A grunt or a shake of the head was the only response Gerard received as they moved around the house readying themselves for school.
It had taken two cups of coffee, a shower, and then another cup of coffee before those grunts evolved into intelligible sentences.
The walk to school was long and nerve-wracking.
Frank’s stomach churned at the thought of what would happen at school that day. Even with Gerard walking calmly next to him, their shoulders occasionally bumping, his stomach continued to toss.
No matter how many times he had told himself that he didn’t care about what the others thought of him, Frank still tried to stay out of everyone’s way, keeping his head down in class and avoiding any sort of contact with anyone. Yet no matter what he did, he always ended up mentally and physically drained by the end of the day.
Frank shuddered at the thought of the same thing happening to Gerard. He gnawed on his lip ring and fiddled with the strap of his messenger bag as they walked.
Thousands of different scenarios about Gerard getting hurt ran through his head.
“Stop it.”
Frank started at Gerard’s words.
“What?”
“I said, stop it.”
“Stop what?”
Gerard scowled in response.
“You know exactly what. Stop freaking out. Everything’s going to be fine. You have me, I have you, and we can deal with what ever they throw at us, Frank.”
Frank stared at the Doll.
“How did you…”
“How’d I know? I told you Frank, I know everything about you.”
Gerard looked far too proud of himself.
“You’re so frustrating!” Frank exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air and storming off.
The Doll pouted.
“But you still love me, right?” he asked, chasing the boy.
Frank laughed and turned to catch the Doll in his arms.
“Of course I do, idiot.”
Tilting his head, Frank gently pulled Gerard down so that their lips met in a brief kiss. Pulling back, Frank surveyed the Doll.
“You know, we should probably go back to the Doll Shop soon; you need more clothes,” Frank said, picking at Gerard’s hoodie.
Gerard looked down at himself.
“Yeah,” he agreed reluctantly, “you’re right. But can we go back tomorrow? I don’t wanna go back today.”
Frank smiled.
“Okay, fine. Tomorrow it is then.”
Gerard grinned.
“Good.” He smiled slyly. “Feeling better now?”
Frank blushed.
“I’m not going to answer that question without my lawyer present, my answer could provoke a round of ‘I told you so’s from my boyfriend.”
Frank’s face froze.
“Oh shit, wait, I didn’t mean to say that! I’m sorry.”
Gerard stared at him.
“Did you mean it?”
Frank frowned.
“Mean what?”
The Doll blushed.
“Did you mean it when you called me your boyfriend?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I meant it.” He looked away. “I just didn’t know if it was okay with you.”
Gerard’s cheeks flushed a deeper red.
“Oh, right well, uhm, I would love to be your boyfriend, actually.”
Frank gaped at Gerard for a moment before squealing and throwing himself into the Doll’s arms. His rosebud lips littered kisses down on Gerard’s face as they both laughed and held each other close.
Frank pulled away as laughter bubbled from his lips.
“What?” Gerard questioned.
Frank continued to laugh.
“What!” The Doll was getting incredibly frustrated with Frank’s weird behavior.
“We are so ridiculous!” Frank was able to gasp out.
“We are?”
Gerard’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“Gods yes! I mean, look at us.” Frank indicated between them. “We’re both so incredibly sappy!”
Gerard blinked.
“But I like sappy.”
Frank looked up at him, his eyes softening.
“Yeah? Well so do I.”
“Then, what’s the problem?” Gerard questioned.
Frank frowned.
“I feel like a girl,” he whispered.
It was now Gerard’s turn to start laughing.
“You feel like a girl?” he gasped.
Frank pouted.
“Oh Frankie.” The Doll gathered the small boy into his arms. “You’re so adorable.”
Frank scowled up at Gerard.
“Am not!” he exclaimed.
Gerard rolled his eyes and grabbed the boy’s hand, dragging him off in the direction of the school.
“Are too, now shush and tell me what we have today.”
Frank pouted and reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled along, only occasionally muttering under his breath - to Gerard’s amusement - that he wasn’t cute.
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As they walked down the hall, whispers filled the silence. Stares caused Frank’s olive skin to flush and his pace to quicken as he dragged Gerard towards the office.
Gerard could feel his temper rising when more people turned to stare at them as they walked past. He was half tempted to turn around and yell at them all before he was dragged into a room and the door slammed in his face.
Gerard turned to stare at Frank.
The small boy’s chest was heaving, his hands were curled into fists at his side and his hair hid his face.
“Frank...” Gerard started
Frank shook his head.
“Don’t Gee, please, just don’t.”
He took a deep breath before he turned and walked towards the woman sitting behind the desk.
“I’ve come to register a Doll,” he said.
The woman sitting behind the desk, ‘Dee’ her name tag read, glared fiercely at the trembling boy.
“Oh, you have a Doll, do you?”
Frank blushed and nodded.
“Name?” Dee barked.
“Frank Iero.”
“Not your name, I know who you are.” Her face twisted into a sneer. “Everyone knows who you are. What is your Doll’s name?”
Gerard’s nails dug into the soft flesh of his palm as Frank stammered out the rest of his details.
“Done,” Dee snapped, “you can leave now.”
Frank nodded furiously and pulled Gerard from the room.
“Come on,” he murmured, “I’ve got to get my books before class.”
Gerard opened his mouth to protest but was silenced by a squeeze of Frank’s hand.
“Okay.”
Frank absently nodded.
The door closed silently behind them.
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Their first class was English.
A hush fell over the room as they walked in.
Gerard waited patiently in the doorway as Frank walked towards the teacher’s desk.
“Mr. Jones, Sir?” he began.
A balding man dressed in a severe black suit tilted his head upwards to stare at Frank.
“Ah, Mr. Iero, how kind of you to join us. It’s nice to know that you were able to fit us into your busy schedule.”
Frank blushed as the classroom tittered in amusement.
“I’m sorry Sir. I had to register Gerard at the office.”
Frank gestured to where the Doll was standing in the door way.
Mr. Jones’ attention shifted to Gerard.
“A Doll, Mr. Iero?”
Frank nodded, before he realized Mr. Jones wasn’t looking at him.
“Yes sir, he’s my Doll.”
Mr. Jones turned to stare at the small boy, a smirk curling his thin lips.
“Well well, aren’t you a lucky one then?”
Frank shifted nervously under the teacher’s sharp gaze.
“There are spare seats down the back. Get back there before I force you to leave for disrupting the class.”
He turned back to the other students.
“Now, what did you all think about How to Make a Bird?”
Frank rushed towards Gerard and they quickly walked towards their seats.
The class passed slowly for Gerard. On numerous occasions he had had to stop himself from pouncing on some guy or even the teacher when they made snide comments about Frank.
He swore that he could taste blood on his lip at the end of class, as he’d had to bite it to prevent himself from shouting at Mr. Jones for picking on Frank. The teacher insisted on asking him hard questions or downright ignoring Frank at other times.
Yet Frank just took it all. He ignored the comments and ended up sinking low in his seat as he tried to avoid the teacher’s gaze.
Gerard had never been so mad.
The next class was just the same.
Students hissed at Frank in the hall, tripped him on the way to his desk and threw paper at him during class. His teachers weren’t any better. They either ignored Frank completely or insisted on picking him to answer each and every question, even when it was obvious he didn’t have any idea.
But when it came to Gerard, everyone was the picture of innocence.
Students stopped him in the hall, quickly positioning themselves so that Frank was cut from the conversation. Gerard had lost count of the number of times he’d been asked if he could swap owners.
He’d had to grit his teeth and push his way towards Frank, not bothering to answer.
After their second class, they followed the swarm of students towards the cafeteria. Frank was pushed at least six times, tripped three times and all the while people laughed and called him a ‘clumsy faggot’.
Gerard was on his last nerve.
The noise of the cafeteria ceased as they walked into the room. Gerard was really getting sick and tired of that happening.
Pushing Frank towards a table, Gerard growled at any one that so much as sneered at them.
They had been so close, just a few feet away - Gerard was applauding himself silently - when all of a sudden Frank was on the floor on his hand and knees, his food scattered around him and his bag lying just of reach.
Gerard could see Frank’s shoulders shaking as the small boy tried to suppress the tears.
Gerard’s last nerve snapped then.
“What the fuck is wrong with you all?!” he shouted.
He turned and surveyed the room.
“Seriously! What is your problem? What do you have against Frank? Is it because he got a Doll and you didn’t?” He laughed harshly. “So what?! I seriously don’t blame Morrigan for not wanting to give out many Dolls to you lot. Look at what you’ve done to them, corrupted them, twisted them into something that we do not stand for! We were made to be companions, friends, family or even lovers. We were not made to be your little toys that you use to abuse each other with! Is this really the reason why you hate Frank so much?”
Gerard turned in a full circle, taking in the blushing faces and ashamed looks that were sent his way.
“No, that’s not it, is it? You don’t really care about that now, no, what you really care about, what you really care about right now, is the fact that Frank the Faggot received a Doll and none of you did.” Gerard nodded slowly. “But of course, it all makes sense now. Why should the faggot get a Doll; he’s not normal, he’s a freak of nature,” he sneered. “Are you seriously questioning why Morrigan wouldn’t want to give you a Doll? Look at you, you intolerant, narrow-minded little shits. If something as insignificant as sexual orientation is keeping you from seeing just who Frank is, who he really is, you don’t ever deserve to be given a Doll.”
He sighed.
“Now are you going to leave us alone? Are you going to leave Frank alone? Or am I seriously going to have to resort to other means, such as mentioning to Morrigan just how bad it really is out here?”
Every face was turned from Gerard.
“No, didn’t think so.”
Turning to Frank, he held out his hand and pulled the small boy to his feet.
“Come on,” he said, “we’re going home.”
Walking from the room, Gerard caught sight of a tall lanky boy standing close to the entrance to the cafeteria. His face was hidden from view by his fringe which was plastered down over his eyes, but Gerard could see the anger that simmered in them behind the large lenses that were placed precariously at the end of his nose.
Gerard glared at them as they walked past. The lanky boy stepped back in shock and knocked into a bushy haired boy standing next to him.
Gerard sneered and pushed past.
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A door slammed shut before loud footsteps stormed into a small kitchen.
“What the fuck did you do?”
“Nice to see you, too.”
“Don’t you dare do this to me, what the fuck did you do?!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“You went through with it! I told you not to you, idiot! I told you it would be a bad idea, but you fucking went through with it! You’re a fucking arsehole you know that?!”
“Huh? What? I don’t understand!”
“He got him, I saw them together today.”
“So he’s there, he got him?”
“Yes, he bloody well got him.”
“Good.”
“What? How the fuck is that good?! He’s already fallen for him you areshole!”
“What?!”
“He’s. Already. Fallen. For. Him!”
“But, but that’s great!”
“What?! No it isn’t you idiot. We have to undo this!”
“What? No!”
“Yes, we have to fucking fix this. You’re going to fucking break his heart if you let this go on for longer.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Yes, you fucking will, you didn’t see them. You didn’t see how much he relies on that Doll. We’re going to the Doll Shop tomorrow, okay? We’re going back and you are going to beg her, no wait, you’re going to tell her, that it was all a bad idea and could she please just take him back. Okay?”
“I don’t think she’s going to let us do that.”
“Well you’re going to have to come up with something, because there is NO way in hell I’m going to allow this to keep going.”
A sigh filled the silence.
“Okay, we’ll go.”
“Good. Oh, and you better pray to god that he doesn’t hate you after this."
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It took me ages, but it's finally here.
I hope you like it. Drop me love =)
xXx
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Author:
byond_redemptn
Rating: M (swearing and lots of it)
Summary: Frank has been an outcast ever since he started high-school. No matter how many times he tried to make friends he was laughed at and told to get lost. When a piece of paper is slipped into his locker, he expects it to be another threat, but finds it to be something totally unexpected, something that would change is life forever. Instructions to The Doll Shop.
Beta:
xmychemx << thank you so much really. =)
Disclaimer: Gerard and Frank do not belong to me. sadly
A/N: All my love to
ash_neenan for the banner and dealing with my ranting.
Previous Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Ten.Point.Five || Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen
To say that Frank wasn’t a morning person would be a huge understatement.
A grunt or a shake of the head was the only response Gerard received as they moved around the house readying themselves for school.
It had taken two cups of coffee, a shower, and then another cup of coffee before those grunts evolved into intelligible sentences.
The walk to school was long and nerve-wracking.
Frank’s stomach churned at the thought of what would happen at school that day. Even with Gerard walking calmly next to him, their shoulders occasionally bumping, his stomach continued to toss.
No matter how many times he had told himself that he didn’t care about what the others thought of him, Frank still tried to stay out of everyone’s way, keeping his head down in class and avoiding any sort of contact with anyone. Yet no matter what he did, he always ended up mentally and physically drained by the end of the day.
Frank shuddered at the thought of the same thing happening to Gerard. He gnawed on his lip ring and fiddled with the strap of his messenger bag as they walked.
Thousands of different scenarios about Gerard getting hurt ran through his head.
“Stop it.”
Frank started at Gerard’s words.
“What?”
“I said, stop it.”
“Stop what?”
Gerard scowled in response.
“You know exactly what. Stop freaking out. Everything’s going to be fine. You have me, I have you, and we can deal with what ever they throw at us, Frank.”
Frank stared at the Doll.
“How did you…”
“How’d I know? I told you Frank, I know everything about you.”
Gerard looked far too proud of himself.
“You’re so frustrating!” Frank exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air and storming off.
The Doll pouted.
“But you still love me, right?” he asked, chasing the boy.
Frank laughed and turned to catch the Doll in his arms.
“Of course I do, idiot.”
Tilting his head, Frank gently pulled Gerard down so that their lips met in a brief kiss. Pulling back, Frank surveyed the Doll.
“You know, we should probably go back to the Doll Shop soon; you need more clothes,” Frank said, picking at Gerard’s hoodie.
Gerard looked down at himself.
“Yeah,” he agreed reluctantly, “you’re right. But can we go back tomorrow? I don’t wanna go back today.”
Frank smiled.
“Okay, fine. Tomorrow it is then.”
Gerard grinned.
“Good.” He smiled slyly. “Feeling better now?”
Frank blushed.
“I’m not going to answer that question without my lawyer present, my answer could provoke a round of ‘I told you so’s from my boyfriend.”
Frank’s face froze.
“Oh shit, wait, I didn’t mean to say that! I’m sorry.”
Gerard stared at him.
“Did you mean it?”
Frank frowned.
“Mean what?”
The Doll blushed.
“Did you mean it when you called me your boyfriend?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I meant it.” He looked away. “I just didn’t know if it was okay with you.”
Gerard’s cheeks flushed a deeper red.
“Oh, right well, uhm, I would love to be your boyfriend, actually.”
Frank gaped at Gerard for a moment before squealing and throwing himself into the Doll’s arms. His rosebud lips littered kisses down on Gerard’s face as they both laughed and held each other close.
Frank pulled away as laughter bubbled from his lips.
“What?” Gerard questioned.
Frank continued to laugh.
“What!” The Doll was getting incredibly frustrated with Frank’s weird behavior.
“We are so ridiculous!” Frank was able to gasp out.
“We are?”
Gerard’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“Gods yes! I mean, look at us.” Frank indicated between them. “We’re both so incredibly sappy!”
Gerard blinked.
“But I like sappy.”
Frank looked up at him, his eyes softening.
“Yeah? Well so do I.”
“Then, what’s the problem?” Gerard questioned.
Frank frowned.
“I feel like a girl,” he whispered.
It was now Gerard’s turn to start laughing.
“You feel like a girl?” he gasped.
Frank pouted.
“Oh Frankie.” The Doll gathered the small boy into his arms. “You’re so adorable.”
Frank scowled up at Gerard.
“Am not!” he exclaimed.
Gerard rolled his eyes and grabbed the boy’s hand, dragging him off in the direction of the school.
“Are too, now shush and tell me what we have today.”
Frank pouted and reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled along, only occasionally muttering under his breath - to Gerard’s amusement - that he wasn’t cute.
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As they walked down the hall, whispers filled the silence. Stares caused Frank’s olive skin to flush and his pace to quicken as he dragged Gerard towards the office.
Gerard could feel his temper rising when more people turned to stare at them as they walked past. He was half tempted to turn around and yell at them all before he was dragged into a room and the door slammed in his face.
Gerard turned to stare at Frank.
The small boy’s chest was heaving, his hands were curled into fists at his side and his hair hid his face.
“Frank...” Gerard started
Frank shook his head.
“Don’t Gee, please, just don’t.”
He took a deep breath before he turned and walked towards the woman sitting behind the desk.
“I’ve come to register a Doll,” he said.
The woman sitting behind the desk, ‘Dee’ her name tag read, glared fiercely at the trembling boy.
“Oh, you have a Doll, do you?”
Frank blushed and nodded.
“Name?” Dee barked.
“Frank Iero.”
“Not your name, I know who you are.” Her face twisted into a sneer. “Everyone knows who you are. What is your Doll’s name?”
Gerard’s nails dug into the soft flesh of his palm as Frank stammered out the rest of his details.
“Done,” Dee snapped, “you can leave now.”
Frank nodded furiously and pulled Gerard from the room.
“Come on,” he murmured, “I’ve got to get my books before class.”
Gerard opened his mouth to protest but was silenced by a squeeze of Frank’s hand.
“Okay.”
Frank absently nodded.
The door closed silently behind them.
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Their first class was English.
A hush fell over the room as they walked in.
Gerard waited patiently in the doorway as Frank walked towards the teacher’s desk.
“Mr. Jones, Sir?” he began.
A balding man dressed in a severe black suit tilted his head upwards to stare at Frank.
“Ah, Mr. Iero, how kind of you to join us. It’s nice to know that you were able to fit us into your busy schedule.”
Frank blushed as the classroom tittered in amusement.
“I’m sorry Sir. I had to register Gerard at the office.”
Frank gestured to where the Doll was standing in the door way.
Mr. Jones’ attention shifted to Gerard.
“A Doll, Mr. Iero?”
Frank nodded, before he realized Mr. Jones wasn’t looking at him.
“Yes sir, he’s my Doll.”
Mr. Jones turned to stare at the small boy, a smirk curling his thin lips.
“Well well, aren’t you a lucky one then?”
Frank shifted nervously under the teacher’s sharp gaze.
“There are spare seats down the back. Get back there before I force you to leave for disrupting the class.”
He turned back to the other students.
“Now, what did you all think about How to Make a Bird?”
Frank rushed towards Gerard and they quickly walked towards their seats.
The class passed slowly for Gerard. On numerous occasions he had had to stop himself from pouncing on some guy or even the teacher when they made snide comments about Frank.
He swore that he could taste blood on his lip at the end of class, as he’d had to bite it to prevent himself from shouting at Mr. Jones for picking on Frank. The teacher insisted on asking him hard questions or downright ignoring Frank at other times.
Yet Frank just took it all. He ignored the comments and ended up sinking low in his seat as he tried to avoid the teacher’s gaze.
Gerard had never been so mad.
The next class was just the same.
Students hissed at Frank in the hall, tripped him on the way to his desk and threw paper at him during class. His teachers weren’t any better. They either ignored Frank completely or insisted on picking him to answer each and every question, even when it was obvious he didn’t have any idea.
But when it came to Gerard, everyone was the picture of innocence.
Students stopped him in the hall, quickly positioning themselves so that Frank was cut from the conversation. Gerard had lost count of the number of times he’d been asked if he could swap owners.
He’d had to grit his teeth and push his way towards Frank, not bothering to answer.
After their second class, they followed the swarm of students towards the cafeteria. Frank was pushed at least six times, tripped three times and all the while people laughed and called him a ‘clumsy faggot’.
Gerard was on his last nerve.
The noise of the cafeteria ceased as they walked into the room. Gerard was really getting sick and tired of that happening.
Pushing Frank towards a table, Gerard growled at any one that so much as sneered at them.
They had been so close, just a few feet away - Gerard was applauding himself silently - when all of a sudden Frank was on the floor on his hand and knees, his food scattered around him and his bag lying just of reach.
Gerard could see Frank’s shoulders shaking as the small boy tried to suppress the tears.
Gerard’s last nerve snapped then.
“What the fuck is wrong with you all?!” he shouted.
He turned and surveyed the room.
“Seriously! What is your problem? What do you have against Frank? Is it because he got a Doll and you didn’t?” He laughed harshly. “So what?! I seriously don’t blame Morrigan for not wanting to give out many Dolls to you lot. Look at what you’ve done to them, corrupted them, twisted them into something that we do not stand for! We were made to be companions, friends, family or even lovers. We were not made to be your little toys that you use to abuse each other with! Is this really the reason why you hate Frank so much?”
Gerard turned in a full circle, taking in the blushing faces and ashamed looks that were sent his way.
“No, that’s not it, is it? You don’t really care about that now, no, what you really care about, what you really care about right now, is the fact that Frank the Faggot received a Doll and none of you did.” Gerard nodded slowly. “But of course, it all makes sense now. Why should the faggot get a Doll; he’s not normal, he’s a freak of nature,” he sneered. “Are you seriously questioning why Morrigan wouldn’t want to give you a Doll? Look at you, you intolerant, narrow-minded little shits. If something as insignificant as sexual orientation is keeping you from seeing just who Frank is, who he really is, you don’t ever deserve to be given a Doll.”
He sighed.
“Now are you going to leave us alone? Are you going to leave Frank alone? Or am I seriously going to have to resort to other means, such as mentioning to Morrigan just how bad it really is out here?”
Every face was turned from Gerard.
“No, didn’t think so.”
Turning to Frank, he held out his hand and pulled the small boy to his feet.
“Come on,” he said, “we’re going home.”
Walking from the room, Gerard caught sight of a tall lanky boy standing close to the entrance to the cafeteria. His face was hidden from view by his fringe which was plastered down over his eyes, but Gerard could see the anger that simmered in them behind the large lenses that were placed precariously at the end of his nose.
Gerard glared at them as they walked past. The lanky boy stepped back in shock and knocked into a bushy haired boy standing next to him.
Gerard sneered and pushed past.
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A door slammed shut before loud footsteps stormed into a small kitchen.
“What the fuck did you do?”
“Nice to see you, too.”
“Don’t you dare do this to me, what the fuck did you do?!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“You went through with it! I told you not to you, idiot! I told you it would be a bad idea, but you fucking went through with it! You’re a fucking arsehole you know that?!”
“Huh? What? I don’t understand!”
“He got him, I saw them together today.”
“So he’s there, he got him?”
“Yes, he bloody well got him.”
“Good.”
“What? How the fuck is that good?! He’s already fallen for him you areshole!”
“What?!”
“He’s. Already. Fallen. For. Him!”
“But, but that’s great!”
“What?! No it isn’t you idiot. We have to undo this!”
“What? No!”
“Yes, we have to fucking fix this. You’re going to fucking break his heart if you let this go on for longer.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Yes, you fucking will, you didn’t see them. You didn’t see how much he relies on that Doll. We’re going to the Doll Shop tomorrow, okay? We’re going back and you are going to beg her, no wait, you’re going to tell her, that it was all a bad idea and could she please just take him back. Okay?”
“I don’t think she’s going to let us do that.”
“Well you’re going to have to come up with something, because there is NO way in hell I’m going to allow this to keep going.”
A sigh filled the silence.
“Okay, we’ll go.”
“Good. Oh, and you better pray to god that he doesn’t hate you after this."
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It took me ages, but it's finally here.
I hope you like it. Drop me love =)
xXx
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