Frank Iero Blog and Journals

not 'together haha xD 2 separated interviews..the frank's one is recent. from alternative press website.

HOMELAND INSECURITY: THE DAY MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE'S FRANK IERO MET THE MEN IN BLACK

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE are putting the final touches to their follow-up of 2007's majestic The Black Parade. During a break in the studio, guitarist FRANK IERO recalls some of the great highs and lows he experienced during their break. Some of those experiences--good and bad--revolved around writing, recording and touring with his side-project, LEATHERMOUTH, whose debut album XO, appeared on Epitaph earlier this year. The good was that he honed his home-recording skills, did a lot of writing (which has helped inform MCR's next disc) and became a maniac frontman while Leathermouth were on tour with REGGIE AND THE FULL EFFECT during the summer of 2008.

The bad? Well, as the guitarist has made clear in interviews, Leathermouth are his vehicle for unfiltered ranting (i.e. "Sunsets Are For Muggings," "Your Friends Are Full Of Shit"). But it was track No. 4 on XO, "I Am Going To Kill The President Of The United States Of America" (about George W. Bush), which earned Iero a visit from the Secret Service. Wondering what happens next?

"The government comes to your house, searches everything and talks to your wife for hours," says Iero, adjusting the sleeves on his hoodie. "Then you have to get a real expensive attorney to keep you out of prison for five years. I had a long talk with the gentlemen of the Secret Service. [It was the] straight-up dark suits, sunglasses, Men In Black-vibe--I thought they were going to do the mind-erase thing [like in the movie].

Frank Iero of Leathermouth

"They said, 'Why did you write the song?' And I told them the truth. I was on tour [overseas] with My Chem at the time, and every time I turned around, there were Anti-American rallies. I wrote a song from the standpoint of the rest of the world. It wasn't from my personal point of view--it was just from someone who sees warmongering going on. I wrote the song, and the title is as blatant as humanly possible, because I wanted it to be that way. The Secret Service asked, 'Do you think someone is going to hear this song and kill the president?' And I said if they're going to kill the president, they're going to do it without listening to this song. That's like saying everyone who reads Jonathan Swift's A Modest Proposal is going to eat a baby. They didn't think that was too intelligent, so they said, 'Well, if you re-release the record with the song on it or perform the song live ever again, you'll be arrested."

What's really perplexing about the whole incident is how the agency even learned about the song in the first place. Iero says he's not sure who it was, but opines that it was a British writer who contacted the Office of Homeland Security looking for a comment. Clearly, Iero could've turned the whole thing into a massively public freedom-of-speech argument; now, he's just happy the whole thing is behind him. "I'm married and I want to have kids," he resigns. "I don't want to go to jail for five years." --Jason Pettigrew

Frank and Jamia

aww i hope they will have baby soon!!

this interview with jamia is from 2006. she sounds so nice ^^

RoXXXy: What is Skeleton Crew and how long have you been around?

Jamia: Skeleton Crew is a record label, book publisher, and clothing design company. Like we said before, we are not a t-shirt company. We have much more than just t-shirts to offer. We've been around for a while, but we're just now getting around where people are becoming more interested in us.

Jamia

RoXXXy: What are your goals with this company?

Jamia: We are trying to create a place where art and ideas can be expressed. Pretty much our goal is to do anything to promote our bands, and artists.

RoXXXy: Who is Skeleton Crew . . . i.e. who runs it, who works for you and what does everyone do?

Jamia: There are a lot of people who contribute to the success of Skeleton Crew. To only name a few would do the others injustice. Everyone who works at Skeleton Crew, no matter how small their role is with the company, deserves as much credit as the next person.

Salem: Who or what gave you guys the idea to start a company like Skeleton Crew?

Jamia: Most other companies only represent one type of art. We wanted to start something that would cover all different genres.

RoXXXy: Were there any particular artists, musicians, authors, etc. that you had in mind to work with when this all started?

Jamia: There were lots of artists we wanted to work with, and there still are many more that we hope we get the chance to work with.

Salem: Typically, new record labels start out releasing one genre of music only to later expand and include a larger variety. Out of the box you already have a pretty diverse roster of talent for your record label. Is there any degree of importance in releasing records outside of what everyone is expecting you to release?

Jamia: We just try to release records that we think the public would normally not get the chance to hear. We want everyone to have an equal opportunity to enjoy what these amazing artists have to offer.

jamia

Salem: One thing that really struck me about the Skeleton Crew MySpace page was the statement “This is not a t-shirt company!” So many t-shirt companies like Clandestine, Famous Stars and Straps, and Crystal City are deeply rooted within the music industry right now. I mean, they’re pretty much startups by members of successful bands that have all become quite popular. Being that Frank Iero of My Chem is a part of Skeleton Crew a lot of people would expect that you all would follow suit but it sounds like you’ve got much bigger things in mind. What kinds of "surprises" can we expect from your line and more importantly how soon can we buy it?

Jamia: Now if I told you.. it wouldn't be a surprise now would it? But, you can expect new projects sometime very soon.

Salem: How involved are you and Frank with the physical design of the clothing line?

Jamia: We are both very involved with the designs of the line. Frank won't put ANYTHING out without approving it first.

RoXXXy: Tell us a little something about David Costa, Hot Like (A) Robot, Leathermouth and The Mean Reds.

Jamia: There's so much amazing stuff I could say about all three of these artists. I think it would be best if you just went and bought the CD's for yourself so you can experience their amazing talent.

RoXXXy: What is "Life Is Hell" and when is it going to be released?

Jamia: Life is Hell is a comic about a group of young people with supernatural powers and a distinct distaste for each other are brought together to collect the pieces of the Luciferi armor. To learn more about Life is Hell check out their MySpace http://www.myspace.com/lifeishellcomic

RoXXXy: How do you go about finding bands and artists to work with at Skeleton Crew? Do you have some kind of preset requirements or do you just play it by ear?

Jamia: We pretty much just play it by ear. You just know when you find someone who possesses incredible, natural talent.

RoXXXy: We realize that sometimes downloading music is the only way to really find a lot of indie and underground music in this day and age. And it is true that downloading has helped a lot of bands get their name out there. But on the other end of the spectrum, downloading music also seems to hurt some artists and labels as well. So, how do you feel about illegal file sharing?

Jamia: I don't support illegal file sharing. I think that if you're going to download music from the internet you should do it legally.

RoXXXy: If you could knock the shit out of anyone right now, who would it be?

Jamia: Haha... I'm not really a violent person. Violence never solves anything.

Jamia and dog

RoXXXy: Any last words, thoughts or comments?

Jamia: I just want to thank all the fans who have supported Skeleton Crew. I know its been a long and bumpy road, thanks for helping us through it all. jamia and the s//c dream team

"A Habit of Decomposing" (fanfic)

*Starring*

Katy Perry, *Brendon Urie*, Lady Gaga, Tracey Phillips, Gerard Way, Frank Iero, ....and many more!!!!  

 (I had here ready a really cool pic I mad with all of them together on a filmstrip but for some reason when I click the upload photo icon it doesn't up load it and just gives me a text box with a http code. could someone help me with that?)

Chapter 1

This story is mine and all characters and events (even those based on real people or evens) are entirely fictional. I do not recommend that any of this be taken as true and if you do, you're a complete ignoramus and you need to be knocked in the head!!! By the way, if I find out anyone has copied my story, I will personally come to their house and punch them in the kidneys!

This format was based on **LaUrie's** "Across the Street"....just the format. I really liked the way it was set up and I give her major kudos!

Rated R: Explicit Violence, Sexual Content, Crude Language

SUMMARY: Brendon Urie is basically Mr. Perfect at his high school. His best friend Ryan has always been there for him, but he's always been sorta second rate. For years, these two have been close....until Stephanie Z (Lady Gaga) is transferred to their high school.....then some very STRANGE things begin to happen......a murder perhaps????

Chapter 1

Brendon woke up for school early that day....it was the first day back from Winter Break and he was ready to see everyone he had neglected to speak to for the last two weeks. He rolled out of bed and ran quickly through the shower, then threw on a pair of black skinnys, a Cobra Starship T-shirt, and his new *Clandestine* hoodie Ryan had gotten him for Christmas. He snatched his I phone off his bedside table and found Ryan's number. He clicked "send text message" and typed inside of the little text box, "R u gna b able 2 pck me up 2day?" then hit send.

Ryan replied almost instantaneously, "Sry! I cnt! Grge tk my car awy agn! C if KT cn tk u. Spnc is tkn me."  

Brendon rolled his eyes and sent "ok" back to Ryan. He scrolled through his contacts and found "Katy P." He selected her name and hit "call". 

The phone range twice before Katy's voice came chiming from the other end,"Hey Bren! To what occasion do I owe this phone call?"  

Brendon smiled, "I need a ride. My car's in the shop from that fender bender I had on the corner of Fouth and Fraymont St., and Ryan got his car taken away again."

"Oh, I see....ummm....well, you know I got a new car over the break, right?"

"Yeah...?" Brendon said, a little confused as to why that would matter.

"Well, just as long as you know. I'll be there to pick you up in about ten minutes."

"Okay. See you then." Brendon hung up and grabbed his backpack of his computer chair. He left his room and walked down the hall to the living room and out the front door. He sat down at the top of the steps and waited for Katy.

Katy was one of Brendon's closest friends, next to Ryan. He had known her since 3rd grade and she had always been there for him. They had very similar past of extreme religion and, like himself, she had rebelled in every way imaginable against her parents' religious beliefs. She dyed her blond hair black, never went to church, worked at Hooters, and was openly bisexual. She respected her parents, but not their wishes and was hardly home due to partying or hanging out with Ryan, Spencer, and Brendon. Nothing sexual had ever happen between Brendon and Katy. He had always seen her as a sister.....a really hott sister.....but still a sister.

Brendon craned his neck as he looked down the street of suburbia for Katy. After about a minute or so of doing this, a pink VW Beetle rounded the corner to his street and began to slow down as it approached his house. Oh no, Katy! Brendon thought in a humored yet dishearten attitude, please don't tell me I have to ride to school in that thing!

The Beetle pulled to a stop in front of him and Katy yelled through the rolled-down passenger window, "Ya gettin in or what?"

Brendon grinned as he walked down the steps and got in the tiny car. He fastend his seatbelt and said, "Nice ride!"

"Thankya! This was bought with my Hooters tips! can you believe that? I'm never quiting that job!" Katy said as she began to drive down the street once more.

"Sounds fine to me!" Brendon joked.

"Only because I give you guys free food!"

"True."

"So how was winter break? Didja do anything fun?" Katy asked as she drove and applied lipstick at the same time.

"Not really. I saw Ryan a couple of times, but most of the time was spent at Aunt Becca's house in Oklahoma. It was freezing down there and so fucking boring!"

"Aww! I'm sorry bestie! I wish I coulda been there. We woulda had fun!"

"I know....so how was your break?"

A grin crept across Katy's face, "Weeeellll, I got a gig at this jazz club that totally digs my voice! I played there my first time on Tuesday and got a standing ovation! I swear, if I can keep this gig up, my music career could really take off!"

"Wow! That's amazing Katy! When is your next show?"

"This Friday....oh my gosh! Katy just got an idea!" Katy beamed from ear to ear as she continued, "You should come with me! Your voice is so beautiful, Brendon. They have a piano and everything!"

Brendon was quiet for a moment. He always loved to perform, but had kept his audience for solo performances limited to Katy, Ryan, Spencer, and his select choir class . He had never sung for anyone else, and the thought of that happening was very intimidating. "I'm not sure I could do that...." Brendon finally answered.

Katy rose her eyebrows, "Are you kidding me? You're the most amazing singer I've ever heard! You've got what it takes to make it! You just need to take that next step!"

That was when the conversation ended as Katy pulled into her parking spot in the parking lot of their highs school. The two got out and to his surprise, no one had even noticed that he had just gotten out of a bright pink slug-bug. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked with Katy over to the tree Ryan and Spencer were standing under, along with their friends Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Tracey Phillips, and Jared Leto.

"It's about time you two showed up!" Tracey said as she tossed her long, wavy black hair over her shoulder.

"I see your car isn't out of the shop yet?" asked Gerard with a smirk, "Nice ride by the way, Katy."

"Thanks! You know that it was bought completely with my Hooters ti-"

"Hey, who's that chick?" interrupted Frank, nodding toward a girl who had just stepped out of a Porche that had pulled up in front of the school. She wore her blond hair long and wavy and had on black skinny jeans, a zebra-striped tube top under a black cinch waist coat, and four-inch black high-heeled boots. She walked with an air of elegance and was definitely the center of attention as she walked up the steps and through the front doors of the school, which led straight into the main office. "She was hott!" exclaimed Jared once the girl had  left their sight, "I wonder who she is."

"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough." answered Frank, "Man, I'd tap that any day!"

"You guys are such man-hoes!" sighed Tracey, "I'm hungry....wanna walk to McDonands with me, Gerard?"

"Sure." Gerard was pretty much Tracey's bitch. He always did what ever she told him to do and did it happily. The two headed towards the McDonalds down the hill from the school, leaving the other's behind.

"Tracey's a smart girl." Katy said in admiration.

"What makes you say that?" Brendon asked.

"Because she saw her man eyein' someone else and she got him out of here quick to remind him who he's with!"

"Oh."

"Soooo....."

"So what?"

"What do you think about the new girl?" Brendon didn't expect this question,

"Well.........I don't know........I mean, I think she's pretty, but.........."

"But not all of us are man-hoes like Frank. Give us some credit, Katy." finished Ryan.

"I suppose." Katy replied as she rolled her eyes.

After about fifteen minutes, the bell rang and everyone flooded inside. Brendon walked pass the office, and as he did so, the girl from earlier walked out and began walking next to him. She held in her hand a piece of paper that looked like a class schedule. She turned to Brendon and asked, "Umm, could you tell me where the select choir class is?"

"I have that class this hour too," Brendon said, "Just follow me. It's in the auditorium." The two wound their way through the halls to a set of thick double doors that read, "Auditorium". The auditorium looked completely empty, yet voices could be heard coming from somewhere.

"Where's the class?" asked the girl.

"They're back there. Just follow me." Brendon led her through the rows of seats and down to the stage. She followed him as he walked up the stage steps and off to the side behind the curtains. There was a large room-like space with a piano that had several fold up chairs set up in semi-circle rows around it. Sitting at the piano was a short Asian woman named Mrs. Tippin who was the choir teacher.

"Ahh, it seems we have a new face!" said Mrs. Tippin in her clear, accent-free voice. The class turned around to get a look at the new student, including Gerard, Jared, and Katy, whose eyebrows rose when they saw she was with Brendon.

*o*RAWR! Good stuff??? Hmmm.....i kno sum of you don't like the fact that Brendon likes a chick.....but don't worry! I kno what tha peoples like and I promise you'll love this story! Just keep reading!!! Besides, I think I picked sum pretty cool chicks: Katy Perry, Tracey Phillips (the girl who played Helena in the My Chemical Romance video), and Lady Gaga. WARNING: This story gets pretty violent! *o* COMMENTS PLEASE???

This is a true story. But the thing is I didn’t really thought much about it until recently I had a reunion with some of my old friends during our time off uni, and we just had bunch of fun and talked about the past times when we were in high school when one of my best friends--- Laura mentioned how to this day she still cannot forget one of the best days of her life, it was also the first time she saw for herself first-hand how nice and kind MCR are to their fans.

It was back in during My Chemical Romance’s “The Black Parade” tour in the U.K, my friend--- Laura (who had been an MCR fan ever since the “Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge” era) was lucky to go, while her mom (who became a fan when “The Black Parade” came out) tagged along. It was on the night of the concert, Laura and her mom could have guessed their luck, they met MCR twice in one night; once before the concert with which they got hugs, autographs from MCR and photos taken with them. The second time in the night when they met MCR was after the concert while they were waiting for the dad to come and pick them up, when considering they were staying in a hotel anyway, Gerard and co. very kindly offered to give them a lift home!!!

The rest of us were actually looking at her as if she was insane when she said that the great offer was turned down, but then she explained that it was not her who turned down the offer, she actually wanted to say “YES!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!” and planned to call her dad not to come, when her mom stepped in, thanked Gee and co. for the offer and turned it down… & Laura was telling us how disappointed she was when her mom stepped in.

At that time I was thinking…”Why? Why? Why would you refuse such an offer? How crazy can you get?!”

I mean, if I was in that position, I personally would have said yes… :P What would you have said??

Aren't we all fucking excited atm?

I know I am because yesterday - in Aus - it was Hallowee which means right now, right at this moment in America...

It is FRANK IERO'S BIRTHDAY!!! YAY!!!

So my cousin Jesse had a birthday party on the 30th everyone else thought it was his but really it was Frank's. And yesterday I went to the school's Happy Birthday Frank fete - which eveyone kept telling me was a Halloween one and not Happy Birthday Frank but pfft! Sif! - and that was pretty cool!

So Happy Birthday Iero, hope it's your best one yet! And Happy Halloween everybody!

Whether you look like this

Or this

Or this

You're still one of the most important people in my life. And I know that sounds stupid because I've never met you, talked to you, laughed with you.

Give it you don't even know that I exist. But you're still one of the most idolistic, amazing people I will ever... just dream about being.

You have made this world a better place, you have made so many lives better lives. And I would like to on behalf on every single true My Chemical Romance fan thank you for every single thing you've ever done.

For every strum of a guitar you've ever played, for every picture you ever taken and for every autograph you've ever signed

Because I know for a fact that you make a difference in this world, to me and hundreds of thousands of others lives

So thank you Frank for everything

And I wish you the most amazing birthday ever and more to come

Liana -]

Amandas POV
" You sure you want to go to the park?" Gerard asked.
" Positive. You wont get in trouble will you?" I asked.
" No. My mom could care less."
" Oh. Okay."
We walked, hand in hand still, to the park.
" Hey 'Manda. Nice to see you out of Gerard's coat. But now you're holding hands." Ray said as we approached. He was on the swings.
" Yeah. We didn't tell anyone..." Gerard said guiltily.
" Really?! Wow. From 1st grade best friends, to 9th grade lovers!" he teased.
" Oh, shut up before you make me let go of his hand and come over there and beat you." I threatened, playing.
" Ha, you wouldn't let go of his hand. You like him too much."
" Got a point there. Fine. Gerard, will you come with me?" I asked.
" Certiantly."
" Gah! Gerard! Traitor!"
" Ha." me and Gerard laughed. We started walking tword Ray.
" Gerard! Look! Your mom!" Ray said, pointing as his mom went by. She always said that me and Gerard would do this.
" OH! Dammit!" he yelled. I laughed so hard I almost cried.
" Let's go, go see your mom." I said laughing still.
" Are you kidding?! Do you know what kind of chaotic hell she'll give me?! She was gonna adopt you because of the way your step dad is," he mentioned my step dad because he was a abusive crack-ho, " but now, I don't know if she will."
" Why not?" I asked.
" Okay. Two people, boy and girl live in same house. Not related. Dating. Sleeping on same floor, by that I mean up stairs. Do you think she'll suspect something?"
" No."
" What?!"
" Make up an excuse. Say you were only holding my hand because Ray dared you to until we left the park. And I did it unwillingly complaining the whole time."
" That might acctually work."
" I knew it would." I said laughing.
" Okay, later Ray." Gerard said.
" Bye bye." he waved. We walked back to Gerards house, the whole time snickering. When we got there, his mom was on the porch. He had let my hand go a block before his house.
" So, Gerard." she said.
" Hi mom." he said. She glanced at him as if to make him explain.
" Well, R- Ray--"
" Ray dared us to hold hands and I really didn't want to. I'd rather roll in a mudd puddle with snakes in it before doing that again." I said, ACTING disgusted.
" Ohhhh, really? For a second I thought...Hmm. Silly Ray. Seems like something he would do."
" Yeah." Gerard said.
" Amanda. I have to talk to you about something." Gerard's mom said.
" Yea?" I asked.
" About your step-dad."
" I hate him. Nothing more to say than that."
" Um. Well, what exactly does he do to you?"
" Should I take off my sweater?" I asked. I never took off my sweater. I had bruises all across my back, my torso, my arms... Even parts of my legs. She nodded. I took my sweater off.
" Euh, Gerard, can you look the other way... I'll have to raise my shirt so she can see the rest."
" No problem. I have to use the bathroom anyway."
" Okay. " I waited until he was in the bathroom. I lifted up my shirt until it was up to my neck. Gerard's mom gasped. I turned around slowly. There were ALOT of bruises. Some lighter shades and some darker. Even nasty yellow colored ones.
" That's it. Um, I have another question for you."
" It is?" I asked lowering my shirt. Almost on cue, as soon as my shirt was down, Gerard flushed the toilet and walked out of the bathroom.
" How would you mind movin' in with...Us?" she asked. Mrs. Way loved me as far as I could tell. I loved her like a second mom too.
" Um. I don't want to be in the way, and you'd have another mouth to feed.. I could go stay with my Grandma. She lives about 30 miles away." I said.
" No no! Gerard and Mikey, and me, would miss you too much."
" Um, okay. But how are you supposed to get my past my er, um, mom and step-dad?"
" Child services."
" Really?!" I asked, amazed. No one really cared that I was abused except Donna ( Mrs. Way ), and my group at school.
" Of course..."
" Oh, sorry I yelled it. No one ever really cared besides you guys." I said. She just looked at me sympatheticly, unable to find words to use.
" Okay. Hold on. I'll go call, you can stay in here if you want, or go home and start packing."
" Um, I have some stuff I need to pack." I said. " Gerard, want to come?"
" Sure, sure." he said. We went outside and went for me to pack. When we arrived at my house, my mom or Vince wern't home still.
" Oh well. Watch this." I said laughing. I went to my room window and lifted it up with ease. I climbed in and held it open for Gerard.
" Wow. How many times you sneak out?"
" Oh, Gerard, you've known about my window forever, just like me. Remember when you used to sneak in in the middle of the night to protect me from Vin--" I couldn't finish the name.
" Yeah. I only snuck in once though. I begged you to run away with me. I didn't like seeing you get hurt." he said. I sat on my bed.
" And what did I do then?" I asked.
" Ran away with me."
" To...?"
" Our tree fort by the river." he said laughing.
" For how long...?"
" All night. And we sat up and snacked on left over pizza I took in a baggy and just sat there. I acctually think THEN was the time you admitted you liked me."
" I believe it was."
" I admitted I liked you then."
" Yeah. And we sat there and ate our pizza, read comic books."
" And then we both got cold." he said laughing.
" Yeah. And you gave me your jacket. And then you got cold, so I shared it with you."
" And then, we fell asleep." he said smiling.
" Together in a jacket that was 3 time too big for you." I said.
" How old were we?"
" 12." I said laughing a little.
" I will never forget that night."
" Me neither." I said. He was sitting beside me now. I put my head on his shoulder and his arm went around my back to my hip. He smelled good. I put my arms around him and gave him a hug, which he returned.
" Thank you." I whispered.
" For what?"
" Saving me."
" You're welcome." There was about 1 minute of silence.
" Thank you." he whispered.
" For what?"
" Saving me." he said, repeting me.
" You're welcome."

Amanda's POV
" Gerard!" I yelled, running up to him. I was going to hang out with my usual nerdy friends, like me.
" Hey, 'Manda. What's up?" he asked.
" Hey Manderine. " Ray said. I glared at him. He always called me an orange." It was a joke!"
" I know." I said all cheery. " Oh, and nothin' much, Gerard."
" That's nice." he said. Someone jumped on my back.
" Frank..." I said.
"Dammit." he laughed. Alice, his girlfriend, stood beside him. Mikey's girlfriend had just arrived.
" Did you guys here when the next dance is?" Frank asked.
" This weekend, love." Alice said.
" Oh! In that case, Alice, would you go to the dance with me?" he asked doing a clumsy bow. She giggled.
" Sure."
" 'Nessie?" Mikey asked. His girlfriend's name was Venessa.
" Alright, Mikey." she said.
" You goin' Amanda?" Ray asked. His girlfriend wasn't here yet.
" I don't think so."
" Why not?!" Ray almost screamed.
" What fun is going to a dance without a date?" I asked.
" Well, I would offer, but, you know how Lizzy would react."
" Um, no offence Ray, but... Eh. I don't feel like goin', I guess." I said.
" That blows for you Gerard!" Frank yelled. Gerard gave him the look of ' what the hell? Shut the hell up! '.
" Okay, what am I missin' here?" I asked.
" Tell her, Gerard." Frank said.
" Er. No reason." Gerard insisted.
" Fine. Gerard was gonna ask you." Frank spit out easily.
" Frank, do you want to loose your balls?!" Gerard asked.
" Don't EVEN think about THAT." Alice warned.
" Okay." Gerard said.
" What I ment was sayin' I wouldn't go with someone I don't really know alot about, dorkwad." I said at Frank. It was True, I just met Ray. But, Gerard, I've known scince, what, 1st grade?!
" Oh. Well......" Gerard asked.
" I think... Maybe... Possibly... Hmm... Okay." I said, teasing him a little bit.
" Cool." he flushed. I giggled.
" What?"
" You're blushing, Gerard." I said.
" Oh. Dang." he said, putting his hood on and tightening it.
" Aw. Come on out, my little turtle." I said, being an absolute dork.
" No." he said laughing.
" Pweeety pweeease?" I asked, begging almost. I had never seen him blush except in fourth grade when he did his peter pan ballet for the school. His only musical. He blushed when he was over though, not on-stage.
" Why?"
" Cause. I think it's cute." I said, coaxing him out of his shell. I had to reach and look up to put my fingers in the little hole of his hood. I am 5'0'', he is 5'9 1/2''. He bit my fingers.
" Ouch! Alright then. I'm going in there. I wanna see your cheeks!" I said laughing. We always did this. I bent down, grabbed the bottem of his hoodie, and put it over my head. I went in.
Lucky me, I had my flashlight. It was a little, pocket one. But I kept it on me always. It was my lucky charm. I turned it on and saw his rosey, beet red, cheeks.
" Aw."
" What? Get out of my jacket!" he said laughing.
" Not a chance. It's warm in here."
" Amanda. People will think we're doing something in here!" he insisted.
" Okay. You have to come out too." I said barganing. I wasn't easy to stop.
" Not like this! Amanda, please! What do I have to do?" he begged.
" I don't know. You opened this one yourself." I asked.
" Do I have to fart?"
" Um, no. Those don't bother me."
" Dang it, cause I just did." he said giggling. I laughed too.
" Hmmm.. One second." I said. I moved my body behind his, somehow, and climbed on his back.
" What the fuck are you doing?!" he almost yelled. I put my hands in his sleeves wich were about 2 inches too long,and put my legs around his belly. I pulled the hood back over our heads. I was skin tight to his back.
" Amanda. What, in the world, are you doing?!" Gerard asked.
" I am on your back." I said smiling.
" For the whole day?!" he asked.
" Yep."
" What if I have to go to the bathroom?"
" I'll put the hood over my head." I said. He sighed. " Good thing we have every class together." I whispered in his ear.
" Is this your way of 'claiming' me?"
" Basicly."
" Oh. You know, you could've just asked me..."
" Really? Oh well. It's comfterble here. Anyway.. Do you accept?"
" Uh, sure..."
" Yippie Skippie." I was happier then a child w/ $50 at Hot Topic.
" Okay, let's go." he sighed. We were walking. Frank and all them had abandon us. We walked around the corner, making them bust into hysterias.
" Oh, my.. Oh my god Amanda!" Ray busted up laughing. They all were crying now.
" What?" me and Gerard asked in sync.
" Simease twins." Frank said.
" I wanna be the second one!" I cried.
" Okay."
" Good." We were walking into the school, a half hour left before class.
Mrs. Ranow saw us.
" What in god's name?!" she asked.
" We made a bet and he lost." I lied.
" Oh okay." she said. My school, Newark High, was huge on bets. If someone made a bet and lost, they'd have to do something or they'd get introuble, which was really gay.
We finnished our day, and stubled home.
" Amanda, will you PLEASE get out of my jacket now." he said.
" Okay. I tried at lunch, but then you wouldn't let me."
" I know."he said. " You told Mrs. Ranow it was a bet."
" Yeah, but I didn't say for how long." I said. He groaned.
I slid out of his jacket slowly. I fell out into a thorn bush.
" Dammit! Ow!" I said.
" Oh shit." he said. He grabbed my arm and helped me out.
" Thanks." I said.
" Are you gonna ask her out yet Gerard?" Frank complained.
" You didn't tell him I asked you this morning?" I asked him.
" What?!"
" Oh, sorry Frank." he said.
" You asshole." Frank said.
" Hm.. That's not right. He isn't a butt hole. He is my turtle." I said, reffering to this morning. We all instantly got that. It was just me, Frank, and Gerard walking, by the way.
Me, being the major klutz I am, fell, multiple times, within 10 minutes.
" Wow. Amanda, are you okay?" Gerard asked. " You normally arn't THIS kultzy."
" Thanks. Yeah, it's just these stupid shoes and the mud." I said.
" Oh. My mom isn't home. Crap. Well, home alone, again. Anyhow, later Amanda."
" You can come over if you want to.." I said, thinking out loud. " You think I'd leave you homeless?" I said laughing, covreing for my mistake.
" You must really like me." he said, following.
" You have NO idea."
" I think I might."
" Bye guys." Frank said going to his house.
" Later!" we called. On the way home, Gerard grabbed my hand. I voulenterly gave my hand to him. We walked in silence.
" My parents arn't home either." I said.
" Let's just go to the park." he said.
" 'Kay." I said.

Technology!

posted by Mikey on Oct 13, 2009 9:46pm

Like the elegant wing-ed Phoenix of legend, the My Chemical Romance website has indeed "leveled up". We can now all participate in the fun and rewarding experience known as blogging. I'm still getting used to the interface, so bear with me folks. Let the good times roll and keep it clean everybody. "no swings to the face, and no mom jokes!"
cheers!
Mikey

Ray post a message in the official site and some photos of the studio, see to follow:

Some in-studio pics :

Hey all! Hope everyone is good. Quick update on the happenings here in MCR land.

We're almost done tracking the record, and then moving on to mixing. This process has been really different and enlightening. When we went to Tokyo for the Summersonic shows, we came back recharged and remotivated, wanting to better what we had done before we left. What resulted was us writing some of our best songs on the record. Lesson learned? Sometimes you have to step back to get to the real heart of things...

Photo-shoot today, and damn't none of my old clothes fit! Either time to go shopping, or time to hit a gym. Neither are choices I like...

Mine and Christa's dog Bauer, who I posted a picture of a few weeks ago, has been diagnosed with CRF - chronic renal failure - which is insane for a dog his age. He's three, and very sick. Unfortunately, its something that you wouldn't pick up on until its too late. We decided to bring him back home to Jersey where he can run in the grass and play, and luckily that seems to be making him feel better. The doctors out here are surprised at how well he looks considering the severity of his condition. He's a tough little guy.

Putting some pictures up from in studio. Enjoy!

Ieroween is soon here: I was thinking; Where has the meaning of Halloween gone? This year all the little seven-year-old girls are going to be dressed-up as Hannah Montana- Which, after you think about it, is pretty fucking terrifying. And fourteen-year-old girls dressed as that chick from TwiTard. With their boyfriends dressed as the "Oh so sexy vampire" *Note the sarcasm there*

Chapter 11

And would you stay right here?
When I tell you that someone out there loves you

Well, Italia was wonderful. The time I spent there was amazing. Milan is a fantastic city! I'm in love with it. Italian football culture, fans and just Italian men are the best things in the world! xD The match was just wow, one of historical. It was drawn game. Drunken fans are something behind description. They were singing, roaring and just making fun. Well, I even got a couple of autographs from some players. So to say I was satisfied by my football part of the trip is to say nothing xD. Fashion part was awesome too.  I've got a pair of jeans and a cocktail dress! Woo-hoo xD. I bought a gift for Frank. Nothing extraordinary, just a bear with Italian flag and some Milan souvenirs. Hope Frank will like it.

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Immediately after arriving at home I went to Frank's house. It was 4 p.m. and he exactly was there. Before it was our time...we were hanging out together...after school. Well, I made a decision to tell him everything about what I feel to him. Just it's almost obvious and it's really hard to bear inside me. I can't stand being around him with all my feelings I can't display. I can't keep silence. And I can't turn time back to cancel my kiss a couple of days ago, to cancel my words and my tears. I would like to turn time back and not to fall in love with Frank. 'Cause it would be so easy then to just not to come up to him that to help to gather his scattered books, to wipe off blood under his nose. In that day I changed my life. I entwined it with his one. He knows it. And I know I never loved someone so hard as I love him.

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When I reached his house, I dialed Frank to make sure he was at home. There were many rings before he eventually picked up. He was fighting with himself and his wishes.

"What do you want?" I heard his voice.

Oh my...it was only four days without this sound I used to so much...

"No greetings? Sad. Where are you?" I asked trying to sound merry at least.

"At home. Don't even try to come to", he replied.

"I fear it's too late. I'm already here", I said and hung up.

I came at a porch and was about to knock, but the door was open. I came inside and made my way upstairs. Soon I found his bedroom and walked in after taking a deep sigh. He was sitting near a window and keeping a book in his hands. I don't think that after my call he was much in reading. I knocked on a doorway. He looked up. My heart took a crazy rhythm.

"hi", I managed to say.

"Why you're here? For what? Leave me alone. You were very clear then shouting at me in your room", he made a cracked smirk. "You said everything".

I swallowed.

"Not everything. And not a real true".

"I know the real truth. Believe me. So it's better t find a good way to end up our frie...relationships".

"I know the way to end up our friendship", I said.

"Yeah, you just ruin it", he smirked.

"I don't care. Since recently I don't care about it. All I know is that I don't wanna end up our relationships. I'll never ask for this", I said quietly.

"You can't be sure about it".

"But I am", I made a step toward him.

He extended his arms asking me not to move.

"Stay here. I'm afraid when you come close", he said.

"I won't kiss you now", I said with a sullen voice.

"Talking about kisses... it was unfair... you acted unfair kissing me", he spoke.

"I had no choice. I want to do this every time I see you", I made another step forward.

He leaned against a wall tightly. I closed my eyes and calmed myself down. I wasn't lying. His lips are the most wanted thing for me in the world. And realizing that your beloved man is so near you, but you can't even touch him because you're not his beloved one, realizing all of this was of weight of Empire Building.

"Frank", I spoke being pretty unsure of what to say.

"Don't tell it. Don't tell it 'cause we won't have any chance then. I know it's hard for you, but... I really can't... I even don't want", he spoke.

He thought I was gonna say these three wonderful words. But they're barely wonderful for us. They will mix up everything. They'll ruin everything. I was studying him intently. Then I remembering I was still holding gifts for him. I came up and handed them to Frank.

"Little presents from a sunny Italia", I said.

He smiled. I thought the conversation was over. As for me I had nothing to say. I felt pain, desperation, desolation and misery. I smiled back to him and walked to the exit. Being in a doorway I turned around.

"I'm sorry I acted unfair to you, but somehow...fortune wasn't unfair to me. Why it happened so that I love a gay?" I said and walked out.

I shut the door behind me and fastly left his house.