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Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.

Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle

Write a drabble related to each song that plays.

You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble.

You start when the song starts, and stop when it's over.  No lingering afterwards!

Pairing: Frerard (Just so y'all know, this is probably gonna be an epic fail……XD)

Brain Stew-Green Day (Written in Frank's P.O.V.)
I laid there, thinking.  What was I going to do now that my love was gone?  Could I continue to live?  Would life be completely normal?  I knew it wouldn't.  I simply just laid there, imagining the time flying by slowly.  It was the third night in a row that I wasn't able to sleep.  My face showed the regular insomnia symptoms, a pulled face, overly shiny eyes, stubble strewn across my chin.  I couldn't move from my spot though.  I had to contemplate what to do now that Gerard was gone.  Was he worth all of this?  Definitely.  Would this bring him back?  Of course not.  I needed to come up with a plan though, like Scarlett O'Hara.  She always had a plan.  I can't believe I even compared myself to her, though.  I never used Gerard like she used men.  I was nicer than that.  I laid there.  Thinking.  Just thinking.

1985-Bowling For Soup (Written in Gerard's P.O.V…..damn, no idea how I'm gonna do this one though…XD)
I watched Frank strut through my house, dressed up in his normal ways, which would have been okay had we been teenagers.  We were old men though, and I had adapted to this; Frank had not.  He still wore flashy outfits, rocked out to boom boxes and large headphones, listened to all the classics.  I had to admit though, I listened to the classics too, but I would never tell him that though.  I had grown up, changed with the world.  He decided to not conform, which is what I found so desirable from him.  It was one of the many reasons why I loved him: he inspired me to be me.  I found it hard to connect with him sometimes though.  He was lost in the past, pretty much distant to the world.  How was I to talk about current things with someone like that?  It was pretty much impossible.  His flashy red jacket made me smile.  He was still Frank, stuck in the 80's.  Despite this major flaw, I loved him.

Vampire Money-My Chemical Romance (Written in Frank's P.O.V…..AGH.  ANOTHER STRANGE SONG.  Lol.)
I opened my eyes to see Gerard strutting away across to Ray's side of the stage.  I hadn't even realized he had come over to my side.  How had my Gerard senses not been tingling at that?  I always knew when he came over here.  I could smell his delicious sweat, hear him.  We always shared our "special" looks.  We felt deep love for each other, we both knew this.  However, we hadn't ended up together.  He went his way, I went mine.  We both ended up married and with children.  But I still knew we loved each other just as much as before all of this.  It seemed, had we not become famous, we probably would have ended up together.  Becoming famous warped our minds, despite our attempts to avoid it.  We didn't want to be in the tabloids all the time due to our "homosexual antics."  So, we survived off of our looks.  That was enough.  We could take comfort in just knowing and being together under the false pretenses of best friends.  It satisfied him; so it had to satisfy me.

Demonoid Phenomenon-Rob Zombie (Written in Gerard's P.O.V.)
I stared at his lifeless body on the floor before my eyes went to my blood soaked hands.  There was no way I could have done this to my beautiful Frankie.  I loved him with all my heart, soul, everything I possessed belong to him.  There was no way I could have committed such an act.  I dropped to my knees and brought his still head into my lap.  He didn't awake, like I had been hoping for.  Tears spilled down my cheeks and onto his own.  I had to be possessed, have some sort of demon or something inside.  There was no way I could do such a thing to my only love.  Inside, though, I knew it was all my own.  There was nobody or nothing controlling me besides myself.  I pressed my lips against his still warm ones, which surprised me.  It raised a bit of hope inside me; perhaps I hadn't killed him.  I pressed my hands against his chest, where his heart was located.  Nothing.  No beats, no gently rising and sinking that I had grown accustomed to.  Just a heavy stillness which caused more tears to break out.  I was a murderer.  What was I to do now, that my Frankie was dead?  How was I to explain to the world that, by some chance, I had killed my own husband?  I wasn't one of those detached psychopaths.  But I was.  I proved that by murdering him.

Description
Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.

Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle

Write a drabble related to each song that plays.

You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble.

You start when the song starts, and stop when it's over.  No lingering afterwards!

Pairing: Frerard (Just so y'all know, this is probably gonna be an epic fail……XD)

Brain Stew-Green Day (Written in Frank's P.O.V.)
I laid there, thinking.  What was I going to do now that my love was gone?  Could I continue to live?  Would life be completely normal?  I knew it wouldn't.  I simply just laid there, imagining the time flying by slowly.  It was the third night in a row that I wasn't able to sleep.  My face showed the regular insomnia symptoms, a pulled face, overly shiny eyes, stubble strewn across my chin.  I couldn't move from my spot though.  I had to contemplate what to do now that Gerard was gone.  Was he worth all of this?  Definitely.  Would this bring him back?  Of course not.  I needed to come up with a plan though, like Scarlett O'Hara.  She always had a plan.  I can't believe I even compared myself to her, though.  I never used Gerard like she used men.  I was nicer than that.  I laid there.  Thinking.  Just thinking.

1985-Bowling For Soup (Written in Gerard's P.O.V…..damn, no idea how I'm gonna do this one though…XD)
I watched Frank strut through my house, dressed up in his normal ways, which would have been okay had we been teenagers.  We were old men though, and I had adapted to this; Frank had not.  He still wore flashy outfits, rocked out to boom boxes and large headphones, listened to all the classics.  I had to admit though, I listened to the classics too, but I would never tell him that though.  I had grown up, changed with the world.  He decided to not conform, which is what I found so desirable from him.  It was one of the many reasons why I loved him: he inspired me to be me.  I found it hard to connect with him sometimes though.  He was lost in the past, pretty much distant to the world.  How was I to talk about current things with someone like that?  It was pretty much impossible.  His flashy red jacket made me smile.  He was still Frank, stuck in the 80's.  Despite this major flaw, I loved him.

Vampire Money-My Chemical Romance (Written in Frank's P.O.V…..AGH.  ANOTHER STRANGE SONG.  Lol.)
I opened my eyes to see Gerard strutting away across to Ray's side of the stage.  I hadn't even realized he had come over to my side.  How had my Gerard senses not been tingling at that?  I always knew when he came over here.  I could smell his delicious sweat, hear him.  We always shared our "special" looks.  We felt deep love for each other, we both knew this.  However, we hadn't ended up together.  He went his way, I went mine.  We both ended up married and with children.  But I still knew we loved each other just as much as before all of this.  It seemed, had we not become famous, we probably would have ended up together.  Becoming famous warped our minds, despite our attempts to avoid it.  We didn't want to be in the tabloids all the time due to our "homosexual antics."  So, we survived off of our looks.  That was enough.  We could take comfort in just knowing and being together under the false pretenses of best friends.  It satisfied him; so it had to satisfy me.

Demonoid Phenomenon-Rob Zombie (Written in Gerard's P.O.V.)
I stared at his lifeless body on the floor before my eyes went to my blood soaked hands.  There was no way I could have done this to my beautiful Frankie.  I loved him with all my heart, soul, everything I possessed belong to him.  There was no way I could have committed such an act.  I dropped to my knees and brought his still head into my lap.  He didn't awake, like I had been hoping for.  Tears spilled down my cheeks and onto his own.  I had to be possessed, have some sort of demon or something inside.  There was no way I could do such a thing to my only love.  Inside, though, I knew it was all my own.  There was nobody or nothing controlling me besides myself.  I pressed my lips against his still warm ones, which surprised me.  It raised a bit of hope inside me; perhaps I hadn't killed him.  I pressed my hands against his chest, where his heart was located.  Nothing.  No beats, no gently rising and sinking that I had grown accustomed to.  Just a heavy stillness which caused more tears to break out.  I was a murderer.  What was I to do now, that my Frankie was dead?  How was I to explain to the world that, by some chance, I had killed my own husband?  I wasn't one of those detached psychopaths.  But I was.  I proved that by murdering him.