I actually honestly don't know if I can finish reading this. I physically hurt from silent laughing. You > everything.
NO WONDER I'M SUCH A SPAZ IF YOU WRITE ME THINGS LIKE THIS. NNGGHG. *flail!*
In hysterics. In aching, hysterical, hysterics. These were the things that made me collapse in fits of giggles:
"Patrick don't want to hear about no gay boys. He hates the gays."
Pete stopped listening and pulled out his wallet photo of Mikey, a cutout from a magazine two years old.
"nargggggh!" someone screamed at him from a distance.
"Don't hate!" Pete called back. "Celebrate!"
"Narggggh!"
Gerard listened to his little brother's sobs. "Careful Mikey, don't start hyperventilating. You'll make yourself sick," he warned.
"I need to see Mikey," Pete decided. "I'm so hungry! Maybe Mikey will be food."
He paused as he scrambled to his feet. "Maybe Mikey will have food," he corrected himself.
"You're the only person left in my world," said Mikey.
All they could find inside the tour bus were the remains of a half-eaten Ryan Ross laying sprawled over the couch.
"Hi," said Mikey with a shy smile, feeling it was polite to introduce himself to such a small and terrified creature. "My name is Mikey!"
Brendon stared at the couple, aghast. "I'm going to be eaten by gay pop-punk zombies," he muttered. "My life sucks."
ran screaming out of the bus to the freeway.
"Mikey, we just met Brandon Flowers," Pete croaked, holding a hand out to Mikey.
"Fuck!" screamed Mikey, put his hands over his face. "This just keeps getting worse!"
I am forever yours. I'm so.. happy right now. happy and mildly hysterical in the computer room. Hum ho. I should get everyone else in here to read it too.
One of them just did actually. Shit, haha. Whoops.
NO WONDER I'M SUCH A SPAZ IF YOU WRITE ME THINGS LIKE THIS. NNGGHG. *flail!*
In hysterics. In aching, hysterical, hysterics. These were the things that made me collapse in fits of giggles:
"Patrick don't want to hear about no gay boys. He hates the gays."
Pete stopped listening and pulled out his wallet photo of Mikey, a cutout from a magazine two years old.
"nargggggh!" someone screamed at him from a distance.
"Don't hate!" Pete called back. "Celebrate!"
"Narggggh!"
Gerard listened to his little brother's sobs. "Careful Mikey, don't start hyperventilating. You'll make yourself sick," he warned.
"I need to see Mikey," Pete decided. "I'm so hungry! Maybe Mikey will be food."
He paused as he scrambled to his feet. "Maybe Mikey will have food," he corrected himself.
"You're the only person left in my world," said Mikey.
All they could find inside the tour bus were the remains of a half-eaten Ryan Ross laying sprawled over the couch.
"Hi," said Mikey with a shy smile, feeling it was polite to introduce himself to such a small and terrified creature. "My name is Mikey!"
Brendon stared at the couple, aghast. "I'm going to be eaten by gay pop-punk zombies," he muttered. "My life sucks."
ran screaming out of the bus to the freeway.
"Mikey, we just met Brandon Flowers," Pete croaked, holding a hand out to Mikey.
"Fuck!" screamed Mikey, put his hands over his face. "This just keeps getting worse!"
I am forever yours. I'm so.. happy right now. happy and mildly hysterical in the computer room. Hum ho. I should get everyone else in here to read it too.
One of them just did actually. Shit, haha. Whoops.
ANYWAY! Yeah. Ilu. You're amazing. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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