Post by Dolphim on Sept 29, 2009 0:18:57 GMT -5
Probably the only thing that I've ever written that I don't completely hate. Don't know why, it's not that great, there's nothing spectacular about it... Oh well... I know Chibi loves it so here it is!
Somehow, over the years, they managed to lose contact with each other. It wasn’t just… one morning Gerard woke up hating Sam… they didn’t get into a fight, neither of them made friends that would dislike the other. It was strange that a lame 40 mile move could separate friends so much. At first it seemed easy enough; they would visit on weekends and in the summers, and keep in touch online. But… Eventually the messages became shorter, and less frequent. The visits became more and more distant in time, and eventually; stopped.
Since it happened gradually, neither of them realized it had been a year since they saw each other. It had been over a year since they carried on an actual conversation. It was rare to see such friends have a falling out, they were so connected, and they were practically joined at the hips. They were the very definition of ‘best-friends’. It was sad, really.
It had been a year and a half since Gerard had last seen Sam. He hadn’t thought of Sam for sometime. He had made new friends, and had several significant others all of which he didn’t really care for and it was a strange time in his life. He was in high school, with a nice clique of friends, parent’s who were happily married, not siblings, no one was dying, nothing bad was happening. It was strange. Nothing should be so perfect. Right?
Why was he so… indifferent? So…
What’s the word?
Why’d he feel so…
Empty?
Like every other boy his age, he had a YourFace, and he abused it on a daily basis. Randomly one day, he noticed something strange; a friend request. Who could be sending him a friend request? Strange. He clicked it and viewed at the picture of the user requesting his companionship.
Sam.
He hadn’t seen Sam in so long.
Who was that in the picture with them?
A boy?
Maybe a boyfriend?
Gerard shook off the thought and accepted the request. Several moments later he got a private message. From who else? Sam.
gerard!! how ru doin?
Gerard stared at the disgusting grammar for a moment. Hideous.
Sam! It’s been so long! I’ve been fine! How have you been holding up? I noticed you changed your hair!
Sam had always had long jet black hair, but now it was short and… red? Strange. When did Sam become the kind to dye hair? Really weird. Had Sam changed that much?
oh ive been fine… im gunna b in town this weekend wanna hang out?
Of course! It had been so long! Gerard jumped at the chance.
Sure! I’m not going anywhere, so stop on by anytime!
…
…
…
The next day, Gerard received a message confirming that Sam would arrive around 3 in the afternoon on Saturday. It worked for him, and his parents would probably be out, like they were every weekend. You know; trying to keep the relationship fresh.
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday… Only three days.
Gerard woke up Wednesday to the call of his siren alarm. He slammed his palm against it and hurried to prepare for school, gathering all of his things, and eating a nutritious breakfast of Toaster Pastries. Yummy.
At school he found it hard to concentrate on anything. Homework, friends, food, dodgeba—OW! He was out for this round. Which was all right with him; hopefully no one caught a ba—damn it… Someone caught the ball; he was back in—oh, never mind. Out again.
Thursday passed by pretty much the same, with the exception of a clean sweep he made across his room. Sam hated dirty rooms. Gerard didn’t want to be nagged by Sam. He began to reminisce about their past together.
…
…
…
There was this one time, at a party they probably shouldn’t have been at. A party thrown by Sam’s older sister; a real lush she was. Sam was a lot like her.
They both had just one drink too many.
Maybe that’s what caused their falling out. If you want to call it that.
Hrm…
Friday.
Gerard couldn’t sleep. Ever since he reminisced of that party. The beer, the music, the…
What was that called again?
A…
Damn it… where two people’s lips clash. Uhm… hrm… Gerard hadn’t done it too much since then. Maybe a couple times, with his girlfriend’s who he didn’t’ much care for.
Kiss.
That’s the word.
Kiss.
What is it called when the other tries to make some advances?
Gerard shook his head, he mustn’t think such things of Sam. His friend… Sam. His… adorable… sweet… beautiful Sam…
What was that song playing in the other room when they kissed? Gerard tried so hard to remember. What was it!? It was Franz Ferdinand. He scanned his brain for their songs. Michael.
Yeah that’s what it was.
“This is where I’ll be
So heavenly
So come and dance with me Michael.
So sexy, you’re so sexy
So come and dance with my, Michael."
…
Only one I’d ever want
Beautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor
Michael you’re dancing like a beautiful dance-whore.
Yeah that was the one…
Sam’s lips. Sam’s warm breath on Gerard’s neck. Wasn’t there another Franz Ferdinand song?
Oh how I burn for you…
Sam’s hand caressing his inner thigh.
Saturday.
Why was Gerard so nervous? Why should he be so!? It was just a friend he hadn’t seen in over a year! A friend who he had kissed! Who he had… done… things with…
A friend who he thought of the night before… during… his special private time.
Oh hell.
Yup.
No!
Oh yeah.
Gerard shook his head violently, “No… It can’t be…”
No avoiding it now.
There was a hard knocking at the door. Gerard stumbled to his feet and rushed to the front door. He inhaled hard, and held his breath as he reached for the silver handle, moving it slowly.
Sam…
“Gerard!” Sam pushed open the door, with arms wide, and without warning wrapped them around the startled boy of light brown tresses.
“S-Sam…” Gerard muttered giving his friend a limp hug.
The hug lasted a bit too long before Sam pulled away and gave Gerard a soft smile.
“Sam…” He blushed softly.
Why was he blushing?
This wasn’t appropriate.
“Yeah?”
Red hair, piercings, and tight pants?
This wasn’t the boy that Gerard remembered.
“I missed you…”
Sam gave his friend a soft nod, “Me too…”
That is all. Inspired by the songs mentioned... 'Micheal' and 'This Fire' by Franz Ferdinand... Which would explain the homo eroticism
Somehow, over the years, they managed to lose contact with each other. It wasn’t just… one morning Gerard woke up hating Sam… they didn’t get into a fight, neither of them made friends that would dislike the other. It was strange that a lame 40 mile move could separate friends so much. At first it seemed easy enough; they would visit on weekends and in the summers, and keep in touch online. But… Eventually the messages became shorter, and less frequent. The visits became more and more distant in time, and eventually; stopped.
Since it happened gradually, neither of them realized it had been a year since they saw each other. It had been over a year since they carried on an actual conversation. It was rare to see such friends have a falling out, they were so connected, and they were practically joined at the hips. They were the very definition of ‘best-friends’. It was sad, really.
It had been a year and a half since Gerard had last seen Sam. He hadn’t thought of Sam for sometime. He had made new friends, and had several significant others all of which he didn’t really care for and it was a strange time in his life. He was in high school, with a nice clique of friends, parent’s who were happily married, not siblings, no one was dying, nothing bad was happening. It was strange. Nothing should be so perfect. Right?
Why was he so… indifferent? So…
What’s the word?
Why’d he feel so…
Empty?
Like every other boy his age, he had a YourFace, and he abused it on a daily basis. Randomly one day, he noticed something strange; a friend request. Who could be sending him a friend request? Strange. He clicked it and viewed at the picture of the user requesting his companionship.
Sam.
He hadn’t seen Sam in so long.
Who was that in the picture with them?
A boy?
Maybe a boyfriend?
Gerard shook off the thought and accepted the request. Several moments later he got a private message. From who else? Sam.
gerard!! how ru doin?
Gerard stared at the disgusting grammar for a moment. Hideous.
Sam! It’s been so long! I’ve been fine! How have you been holding up? I noticed you changed your hair!
Sam had always had long jet black hair, but now it was short and… red? Strange. When did Sam become the kind to dye hair? Really weird. Had Sam changed that much?
oh ive been fine… im gunna b in town this weekend wanna hang out?
Of course! It had been so long! Gerard jumped at the chance.
Sure! I’m not going anywhere, so stop on by anytime!
…
…
…
The next day, Gerard received a message confirming that Sam would arrive around 3 in the afternoon on Saturday. It worked for him, and his parents would probably be out, like they were every weekend. You know; trying to keep the relationship fresh.
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday… Only three days.
Gerard woke up Wednesday to the call of his siren alarm. He slammed his palm against it and hurried to prepare for school, gathering all of his things, and eating a nutritious breakfast of Toaster Pastries. Yummy.
At school he found it hard to concentrate on anything. Homework, friends, food, dodgeba—OW! He was out for this round. Which was all right with him; hopefully no one caught a ba—damn it… Someone caught the ball; he was back in—oh, never mind. Out again.
Thursday passed by pretty much the same, with the exception of a clean sweep he made across his room. Sam hated dirty rooms. Gerard didn’t want to be nagged by Sam. He began to reminisce about their past together.
…
…
…
There was this one time, at a party they probably shouldn’t have been at. A party thrown by Sam’s older sister; a real lush she was. Sam was a lot like her.
They both had just one drink too many.
Maybe that’s what caused their falling out. If you want to call it that.
Hrm…
Friday.
Gerard couldn’t sleep. Ever since he reminisced of that party. The beer, the music, the…
What was that called again?
A…
Damn it… where two people’s lips clash. Uhm… hrm… Gerard hadn’t done it too much since then. Maybe a couple times, with his girlfriend’s who he didn’t’ much care for.
Kiss.
That’s the word.
Kiss.
What is it called when the other tries to make some advances?
Gerard shook his head, he mustn’t think such things of Sam. His friend… Sam. His… adorable… sweet… beautiful Sam…
What was that song playing in the other room when they kissed? Gerard tried so hard to remember. What was it!? It was Franz Ferdinand. He scanned his brain for their songs. Michael.
Yeah that’s what it was.
“This is where I’ll be
So heavenly
So come and dance with me Michael.
So sexy, you’re so sexy
So come and dance with my, Michael."
…
Only one I’d ever want
Beautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor
Michael you’re dancing like a beautiful dance-whore.
Yeah that was the one…
Sam’s lips. Sam’s warm breath on Gerard’s neck. Wasn’t there another Franz Ferdinand song?
Oh how I burn for you…
Sam’s hand caressing his inner thigh.
Saturday.
Why was Gerard so nervous? Why should he be so!? It was just a friend he hadn’t seen in over a year! A friend who he had kissed! Who he had… done… things with…
A friend who he thought of the night before… during… his special private time.
Oh hell.
Yup.
No!
Oh yeah.
Gerard shook his head violently, “No… It can’t be…”
No avoiding it now.
There was a hard knocking at the door. Gerard stumbled to his feet and rushed to the front door. He inhaled hard, and held his breath as he reached for the silver handle, moving it slowly.
Sam…
“Gerard!” Sam pushed open the door, with arms wide, and without warning wrapped them around the startled boy of light brown tresses.
“S-Sam…” Gerard muttered giving his friend a limp hug.
The hug lasted a bit too long before Sam pulled away and gave Gerard a soft smile.
“Sam…” He blushed softly.
Why was he blushing?
This wasn’t appropriate.
“Yeah?”
Red hair, piercings, and tight pants?
This wasn’t the boy that Gerard remembered.
“I missed you…”
Sam gave his friend a soft nod, “Me too…”
That is all. Inspired by the songs mentioned... 'Micheal' and 'This Fire' by Franz Ferdinand... Which would explain the homo eroticism