This is bad, but i got bored during English. We're learning how to write sentences better. So we had to re-write some sentences. I can't remember the orginal sentences but my re-writes were
-Crepting along the corridor, the darkness covered her.
-Whislt holding his breath, the door slowly opened.
-Wiping the tear away from her eye, she left a smear of mascara alone on her cheek.
Although I forgot to use the last sentence; I could have put it in, but I can't be arsed.
Sorry for how bad it is, but it was done quickly during my English lesson; plus I'm really bad third person but I have to practise for my upcoming English assessment. Also Oli Skyes was the only other person I could think off at the time, without using Bert McCraken.
He crept along the corridor, not wanting to awake his boyfriend; until he heard a noise-no a moan. Gerard smiled at the thought of Oli jerking himself off; but then a female moan was heard is well. Whilst holding his breath, he slowing opened his bedroom door.
His boyfriend, moaning hard.
Deep inside a woman underneath him.
It took a while for them to notice he was standing there, too in shock to move. "Who the fuck are you?" The woman yelled stopping her movements with Gerard's boyfriend. And then Oli turned his head around, eyes widening, mouth gapped open.
"I didn't think you'd be home so early", was all he could apparently say. Gerard wanted to be angry, but couldn't bring himself to; he was far too distraught for any other emotion.
"They let me go home early" Gerard whispered back, as Oli and the unknown woman detached from each other; proceeding to put their clothes.
Gerard wanted to go, he didn't want to stand here; so he ran. He ran out the red door of their flat, down the stairs and down the street.
Finally stopping, he looked around, familiar with his surroundings. He had stopped on his best friend's street. Outside his house.
Slowly, he made his way up the path, until he was by the door. Lifting up the corner of the mat next to his feet, he grabbed the key underneath, and used it in the lock.
Gerard never bothered to knock anymore, or make it known he was here. He just climbed the stairs, making his way to his best friend's room.
Kicking of his shoes, then taking off his jacket, jeans and tee; he slid in the bed.
Frank Iero felt the dip in the bed, this wasn't unusual; neither was Gerard pressing himself against his back. Nor was Gerard grinding his crotch against Frank's ass, or the kissing and slight nips on his neck.
Frank joined in; grinding his hips against Gerard, letting his best friend take both their boxers off.
He pushed down on Gerard's fingers when they were inserted in him.
He moaned loudly when Gerard's cock replaced them.
He moved in time with Gerard's thrusts.
He shouted out his best friend's name as he came.
But he never turned around. Not once. Whenever Gerard came round after being dumped, or cheated on, they never looked at each other; never spoke about it.
Never did Frank object though; this was the closest he'd come to having Gerard, and he'd take what he could.
And Gerard knew this.
He knew how Frank loved him. How Frank would let him fuck his ass senseless; until he himself felt better.
But then Gerard will leave in the mornings. Sometimes Frank would be awake when he left; but they didn't speak.
Before Gerard would exit Frank's bedroom door though, Frank would speak. But Gerard was scared of the words that came out of Frank's mouth, because if he did sometime about them who would he turn to when they possible broke up.
So when Gerard woke up this time, Frank was awake. Frank watched while Gerard got dressed, while he used Frank's eyeliner.
Then Gerard went to his bedroom door.
Frank wanted to be strong he didn't want to say it; but he hoped one day Gerard would listen and come running back into his bed.
So "I love you" Frank whispered into the silence.
…And Gerard left.