Missykaulitz12

A kitten, a bear, A penguin, a monkey. They rock out on stage, And act kind of nutty. All with long legs, Great hair, and nice eyes. As well as cool outfits, nice legs, and big smiles. Their music is catchty, With great lyrics and beats. And millions of fans, screaming at their feet. They are very chill guys, Who don't mind the stares. They saw the girl who stole "Ketchup", And they didn't even care. When Abigail blew up, Throwing shade Michael's way, The boy simply laughed, And went about his day. Calum did not loose his cool, When his nudes were released. He was calm and mature, And said "you know what it looks like, at least". Whe

Chapter 1: "It's a girl!" John cradled the fake baby. Kenneth looked at John strangely, with his face balancing in his right palm and his elbow supporting on his desk. Embarrassed perhaps to even share a project with this blonde girly boy, who is getting overly excited over a doll. While glancing around the room, it seems he's not the only one being upset about this project's assigned partners. His two best friends, Stephen and Brian are both staring back horrified at their assigned partners. Brian got stuck with Jeordie, nicknamed Twiggy, for his skinny feminine looks. 'Twiggy the cross dressing fag' he was often called, a close friend of J

Ashton wakes up with a start, tears filling his eyes, and rolls over to burry his head into the chest of the person next to him. Strong arms wrap around him and he just cries harder. "Ash, what's the matter? Did you have the dream again?" A deep voice asks. Ashton sniffles and tries to reply but can't get the words out so he nods his head "yes." The arms wrap tighter around him, "oh, I'm so sorry Ash. I wish that horrible dream would stop coming back. You don't deserve the pain of reliving that so often." "B-but it's not a d-dream Lukey," sniffle, "it's a me-m-mory" Ashton says with only minimal difficulty. "I know Ashy baby. I know." Luk

What am I supposed to do... Ashton grabs his cellphone to call his girlfriend, Haven, as soon as he gets off the plane. He's so excited to see her. He dials her number quickly, having had memorized it a while ago. When she doesn't answer he doesn't think much of it; it's late and she's not aware that he's coming home today, it's a surprise. Ashton gets through security quickly and tries to call Haven again, but she still doesn't answer. Instead of worrying he just hurries to the car taking him home so he can get to her faster. He's sitting in the car on the way home when his phone starts to receive all the texts that were sent to him while

~ “Gee-Gee, I’m scared. I don’t want to go to school. What if nobody likes me?” Frank fiddled with the Spongebob ring Gerard had given him when they got ‘married’ two years ago. Thus sparking Frank’s obsession with the yellow sponge. Gerard pulled the young boy into his arms in a tight hug. Frank wrapped his arms around his back and planted his face in Gerard’s neck. They got weird looks from people all around. They didn’t even notice them. “Everyone will like you Frankie, and plus you’ll always have me.” Frank pulled back a little and kissed Gerard on his cheek, lacing their fi

~ “Gee! Kill the spider! Kill the spider! I wanna play in the sandbox!”, three year old Frank complained to Gerard, him being the same age. “Ok Fwankie” Gerard grabbed a stick and began poking at the tiny spider. “Die Spider! Die!” Frank hid behind Gerard as the arachnid climbed out of the sandbox and onto the grass. Gerard dropped the stick and stomped on the spider. Then none other than Frank pulled him into a spine-breaking hug. “Thank you so much. You’re my bestest friend ever! I love you so much!” Gerard wrapped his arms around Frank and held him closer. “Your welcome Frankie. I lov

Frank's POV: The first thing I noticed when the Way family walked in through our door was that one of the brothers was incredibly cute. He was exactly the kind of boy I dreamed about; dark haired, not too tall, dressed in tight, black jeans and with eyeliner applied thickly and masterfully. Unfortunately, in my experience, all dream boys are either taken, straight or don't exist. And also unfortunately, this boy looked like the kind who was taken or at least wanted by many… "Donna, Donald, how good to see you!" my mother gushed, stepping forwards and embracing both Mr and Mrs Way. She turned to the two boys. "And these must be the famous W