Teenagers

A/N: So, I frequently write MCR short stories that don't really belong anywhere else. I'll post them here. I'll update this whenever I complete one, and I find it proper for Wattpad. I don't own My Chemical Romance by the way, in case you were wondering that. 1. Teenagers (Four Pages) "The ring leader lowered himself to Gerard's level with a brilliant smirk on his malicious face. This smirk had been there this morning when he was hauling Gerard away from his locker to the alley, and here it was again, moments before he beat Gerard again. Or so he thought." 2. Dark Angel (Three Pages) "The rules of the dare were simple: Gerard was to go into the woods with his sketchbook, find the silo and leave a note for, what his classmates called, the Dark Angel, which was said to live in the woods behind the school's dormitories." 3. Bitter To The Bone (Five Pages) "He wasn't good. He didn't have any friends. He never called me.... Hell, we haven't talked since I was seventeen. He didn't care. He was a scrooge, bitter down to his bones." 4. Seven Minutes (Six Pages) "This one guy. His face. His smile. His body. His personality. His voice. His laugh. His beautiful eyes. His silver lip ring. All of it was too perfect. All together he was the most perfect person Mikey had ever met. He made everybody around him seem like plebeians and peasants. He was like a god or even better, if that was even possible. Well, he was like that to Mikey at least."