Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Will Slowly Fade Away -- Mikey/Gerardturps33July 14 2011, 14:24:33 UTC
I have no idea if this is what you wanted, or if it makes sense to anyone but me. I hope so.
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“My best memory is leaving this place,” Mikey says, and wraps his hands around the bars of the fence. Despite his thick mittens he can feel the cold of the metal, seeping relentless into his fingers. “The worst was the day you left first.”
Gerard takes a step closer and puts his hand on the bar next to Mikey’s. He holds on, his breath steaming white as he says, “I couldn’t stay, not even for you.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to.” Mikey looks at the school, and even now, when he’s older and wiser and most of all, successful, the memories hold tight. “I hated this place.”
“Fucking school.” Gerard laughs, abrupt and brittle. “I want them to ask us to speak, then I’d tell them to fuck off.”
“No you wouldn’t.” Mikey blinks against an icy wind and tucks his chin down close to his chest, when he breathes the fur surrounding his hood tickles his cheeks. “You’d come back to talk to the kids, to tell them that you’d made it.”
“We made it,” Gerard corrects, and then, “I want... come on.”
Mikey follows -- he always follows, his head down and hands tucked deep in his pockets. This late the sidewalk is empty, any after-school programmes long finished, and the main school itself is deserted, the windows dark shadows.
Mikey tracks those windows, counting five from the side entrance. And for a moment he’s travelling back years, heavier, his eyesight shitty and having to suffer through each day. It’s remembering a different time and a different life and Mikey says, “They said I’d end up with a job in the mall.”
“You were never meant for a mall.” Gerard sounds sure, certain in the way he always is about Mikey.
“Mr Sargent said that I was.” Mikey comes back to the present, watching as Gerard turns the corner and steps onto the grass, his feet breaking through frost at each step. “You want to go in?”
“No,” Gerard follows a trampled earth path that ends at the fence. Grabbing hold, he pulls at the loose bar, years of use meaning it easily swings up to one side.
Mikey eases himself through the gap, metal brushing against the front and back of his jacket. Inside he steps back, waiting for Gerard.
“At least I fit through now,” Gerard says, and momentarily he’s over-shadowed by the boy who continuously sucked in his stomach, his shoulders hunched and head held down. “Me and my fucking fat ass.”
“Don’t.” They're standing at the outskirts of the playing fields and while he can’t see them Mikey imagines he can feel countless cigarette butts under his feet, defiance littering the school grounds. “You’re not that person any more.”
“We got out.” Gerard looks past Mikey, his attention wholly on the school. “They didn’t know anything, they didnt know us.”
Mikey sniffs, and rubs the back of his hand under his nose. “They never knew us.”
Gerard turns then, looking at Mikey. “If they asked I’d say yes. I’d tell the kids to follow their dreams and shoot for the fucking stars, screw authority and what's supposed to happen.”
“You’d start a fucking riot,” Mikey says, and then, “Why here?”
“For this.” Gerard grabs hold of handfuls of Mikey’s coat, and pulls him forward, holding on tight as he presses his mouth against Mikey’s.
Gerard’s lips are cold and his tongue hot, Gerard putting on a show that lasts only for seconds, then slows, easing into something simple and real. His body pressed hard against Mikey’s, but buffered by padded jackets and hoodies and layers of denim.
Mikey wraps his arms around Gerard, holding him close, says against Gerard’s mouth. “That’s your answer?”
Gerard relaxes his hold, and uncurls his fingers. Sliding his hand between their body he cups Mikey’s cheek. Mikey turns his head and kisses the side of Gerard’s mitten, on the join between finger and thumb.
Gerard doesn’t smile, just says, “They didn’t know us back then.”
Re: Will Slowly Fade Away -- Mikey/GerardcreepyliciousJuly 14 2011, 16:25:41 UTC
This is fabulous! And it makes sense - at least to me. I love the bitter feeling of this (oh god, I couldn't fit into school either /o\ - so it touches all the buried tender places I don't look at too closely). Gerard doesn’t smile, just says, “They didn’t know us back then.” “No, they didn’t,” Mikey says in reply The funny thing is, they don't know them now either. “No you wouldn’t.” Mikey blinks against an icy wind and tucks his chin down... This, because it's so true and I love that Mikey just says it, because they know each other.
Re: Will Slowly Fade Away -- Mikey/GerarddesfinadoJuly 15 2011, 21:18:00 UTC
Aw this was BEAUTIFUL. A totally unique direction I didn't expect anyone to take with this, a story I don't see written often, and I loved it.
“Fucking school.” Gerard laughs, abrupt and brittle. “I want them to ask us to speak, then I’d tell them to fuck off.”
“No you wouldn’t.”
God, I LOVE how well Mikey knows him, how he makes these statements with such finality (and Gerard does the same of him - You were never meant for the mall), because they know and love each other so fiercly ♥
I loved that it was cold, the details that added, the cold metal, the mittens, their breath in the air. Just - ALL OF IT. I LOVED. THANK YOU ♥ ♥
~*~*~*~
“My best memory is leaving this place,” Mikey says, and wraps his hands around the bars of the fence. Despite his thick mittens he can feel the cold of the metal, seeping relentless into his fingers. “The worst was the day you left first.”
Gerard takes a step closer and puts his hand on the bar next to Mikey’s. He holds on, his breath steaming white as he says, “I couldn’t stay, not even for you.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to.” Mikey looks at the school, and even now, when he’s older and wiser and most of all, successful, the memories hold tight. “I hated this place.”
“Fucking school.” Gerard laughs, abrupt and brittle. “I want them to ask us to speak, then I’d tell them to fuck off.”
“No you wouldn’t.” Mikey blinks against an icy wind and tucks his chin down close to his chest, when he breathes the fur surrounding his hood tickles his cheeks. “You’d come back to talk to the kids, to tell them that you’d made it.”
“We made it,” Gerard corrects, and then, “I want... come on.”
Mikey follows -- he always follows, his head down and hands tucked deep in his pockets. This late the sidewalk is empty, any after-school programmes long finished, and the main school itself is deserted, the windows dark shadows.
Mikey tracks those windows, counting five from the side entrance. And for a moment he’s travelling back years, heavier, his eyesight shitty and having to suffer through each day. It’s remembering a different time and a different life and Mikey says, “They said I’d end up with a job in the mall.”
“You were never meant for a mall.” Gerard sounds sure, certain in the way he always is about Mikey.
“Mr Sargent said that I was.” Mikey comes back to the present, watching as Gerard turns the corner and steps onto the grass, his feet breaking through frost at each step. “You want to go in?”
“No,” Gerard follows a trampled earth path that ends at the fence. Grabbing hold, he pulls at the loose bar, years of use meaning it easily swings up to one side.
Mikey eases himself through the gap, metal brushing against the front and back of his jacket. Inside he steps back, waiting for Gerard.
“At least I fit through now,” Gerard says, and momentarily he’s over-shadowed by the boy who continuously sucked in his stomach, his shoulders hunched and head held down. “Me and my fucking fat ass.”
“Don’t.” They're standing at the outskirts of the playing fields and while he can’t see them Mikey imagines he can feel countless cigarette butts under his feet, defiance littering the school grounds. “You’re not that person any more.”
“We got out.” Gerard looks past Mikey, his attention wholly on the school. “They didn’t know anything, they didnt know us.”
Mikey sniffs, and rubs the back of his hand under his nose. “They never knew us.”
Gerard turns then, looking at Mikey. “If they asked I’d say yes. I’d tell the kids to follow their dreams and shoot for the fucking stars, screw authority and what's supposed to happen.”
“You’d start a fucking riot,” Mikey says, and then, “Why here?”
“For this.” Gerard grabs hold of handfuls of Mikey’s coat, and pulls him forward, holding on tight as he presses his mouth against Mikey’s.
Gerard’s lips are cold and his tongue hot, Gerard putting on a show that lasts only for seconds, then slows, easing into something simple and real. His body pressed hard against Mikey’s, but buffered by padded jackets and hoodies and layers of denim.
Mikey wraps his arms around Gerard, holding him close, says against Gerard’s mouth. “That’s your answer?”
Gerard relaxes his hold, and uncurls his fingers. Sliding his hand between their body he cups Mikey’s cheek. Mikey turns his head and kisses the side of Gerard’s mitten, on the join between finger and thumb.
Gerard doesn’t smile, just says, “They didn’t know us back then.”
“No, they didn’t,” Mikey says in reply.
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Gerard doesn’t smile, just says, “They didn’t know us back then.”
“No, they didn’t,” Mikey says in reply
The funny thing is, they don't know them now either.
“No you wouldn’t.” Mikey blinks against an icy wind and tucks his chin down...
This, because it's so true and I love that Mikey just says it, because they know each other.
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They do know each other, enough to see the truth always.
Thank you so much, and for all your contributions and comments to the meme. You're a star ♥
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Thank you ♥
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I missed writing those two together :)
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“Fucking school.” Gerard laughs, abrupt and brittle. “I want them to ask us to speak, then I’d tell them to fuck off.”
“No you wouldn’t.”
God, I LOVE how well Mikey knows him, how he makes these statements with such finality (and Gerard does the same of him - You were never meant for the mall), because they know and love each other so fiercly ♥
I loved that it was cold, the details that added, the cold metal, the mittens, their breath in the air. Just - ALL OF IT. I LOVED. THANK YOU ♥ ♥
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When I saw your prompt all I could think of was Mikey saying the best thing about school was leaving, so went from that.
One thing I'll always believe is that Gerard and Mikey know each other inside out.
Thank you for such a lovely comment ♥
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