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Thanks For The Memories,
Even Though They Weren't So Great

By Dezzy

 

A/N: I'm about to shatter all your hopes and dreams. Don't take this seriously because you'll end up with foam coming out of your mouth. Feel free to throw produce at me.

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Between The Lies

Chapter Twenty Four: Thanks For The Memories, Even Though They Weren't So Great

~*~

The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife as the cops stationed themselves outside the old, broken building. Patrick swallowed and held onto Andy feeling dread creep into his stomach. Corso was telling the other officers something when suddenly the ground began to shake.

At first it was a slight tremor, but it quickly became more violent and the air became hot, as brightness was increasing all around them.

``WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!'' Andy screamed as he fell down, clutching the fender of a cop car.

Malcolm gasped and fell over on his ass only to look over at September laughing heartily at him. ``What's so damn funny, bitch?''

``Oh, nothing,'' she breathed through a chuckle. ``she's just tired of you. Soon we will all be at rest.''

Malcolm's face contorted.

``SAM!''

``BREE!'' They ran to each other as the apartment continued to shake. ``What's happening?!'' Sam cried as Bree panted.

``I didn't think this would happen!'' She screamed and looked to the ceiling. ``Please don't, master! Haven't we pleased you?!''

``WHAT?!'' Sam looked up and saw a shining green diamond floating in the middle of the room. ``Oh, God...''

Pete ran in out of nowhere and Patrick gasped. ``Pete! What--!''

``It's happening! It's really happening!'' He shouted running through the debris of crumbling buildings.

``What is?!''

``I heard she did this to Strangetown but I didn't think she'd do this to us!'' Pete cried, pulling at his hair.

Patrick sputtered. ``What are you TALKING ABOUT?!''

``It's the end! It's time to do what we want before it's too late!'' He grabbed Patrick by the shoulders. ``I've always loved you.'' He crashed his lips down on the shorter male and darted his tongue through tender flesh, feeling every inch of him.

Patrick grunted but felt himself returning the kiss, as if he was MEANT to kiss him, the puzzle pieces coming together in a flurry of emotion.

Sam fucking who.

Their bodies pressed together, they continued their passioned embrace as the area became enveloped in white.

...

I sighed as I deleted yet another town. I hadn't played it in a long time and for good reason; it was filled with celeb Sims. I shuddered. Good thing I was over that now.

Anime was better.

I smiled cheekily as I listened to my CD continue to play in the background.

``Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great...''

It had been a while since I had played that album and it was fitting that I send off LA Town with a good tribute. I yawned and felt hungry. I got off my desk chair and went to cook some hot-pockets.

I like hot-pockets.

~End

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Yeah, I'm just a big old shit-head. If you've never played the Sims you won't get the joke. If you haven't clicked the back button yet, allow me to explain.

First: My life. In December of 2010 I started getting this pain in my knees. It started from there and moved to all of my other joints soon eveloping my whole body in a world of pain I didn't know could exsist. I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia in the fall of 2011 and was just told to live with it.

So I did.

The pain got worse. And nobody cared. I began to lose weight. I couldn't eat. Soon I couldn't even keep down a piece of bread. My hair began to fall out as if I was on chemo. I actually went bald on the back of my head. The pain was beyond words. I couldn't do anything but sit in a chair all day. I live with stairs and held my piss all day because I couldn't travel up the stairs. I couldn't roll over in my bed.

I didn't bathe, brush my teeth, eat, laugh, anything. All I wanted was to sleep.

In February of 2012 I hit the floor and could not get back up. My mother called an ambulance. They hooked me up to a heart monitor and DEMANDED I go to the hospital. I was admitted into the cardiac wing under CRITICAL.

Within 48 hours I was diagnosed with Systemic Lupas and it was attacking my heart and liver.

Apparently, I was about to die.

After a week there and two weeks in a rehab to relearn how to walk, I came home.

After months of pills and therapy and doctors, I can happily say I am doing better. Though the steroids I take have given me cataracts, I would gladly accept blurry eyes over that pain.

My hair has kinda grown back, but only on the top. The rest looks like shit. I have gained all my weight and MORE becoming a giant, swollen blimp. All that being said, I am alive and okay.

NOW, that is why I originally disappeared off the face of the Earth.

When I came back to writing, I clung my my original muse which is an anime series I love. This story got lost in the shuffle.

Second: The more I thought about it, the more I realized something. These are REAL people. Yeah, Patrick Stump is a real person living on the planet. He breathes and bleeds and shits like the rest of us. A. REAL. PERSON.

It's creepy. I'm sorry, but it is. The whole time I was writing BTL, I felt guilty. It's one thing with a show on TV (Big Bang Theory, Star Trek, House, [just pulling stuff out of my ass right now]), where ACTERS portray characters, but even that is creepy to me as well because I know that the people playing them are real. I tend to gravitate towards anime and cartoons, but even THAT can be creepy because the VOICES are real people.

So, I guess I choose the least one to creep me out out of all three.

I just can't bring myself to write about real people. Plus, now my story is AU all over the place because, FOB broke up, Pete and Ashlee broke up, Patrick is solo doing all sorts of stuff and yeah, I don't even know.

Someone messaged me to read the story over under the muse of a reader and not the creator. So I did. And I honestly cannot believe I wrote all of this. It truly has amazing potential and I'm floored at what is in here. I don't even remember all of this shit!

That being said I also realized that I just wasn't feeling it anymore. I'm not that into FOB as I used to be. *waits for all of you to stop pelting me with tomatos* Yeah, I know. They got me through a rough time but now that's done. I still like Patrick, but one of the reasons I liked him was how he looked. He was chubby and real and dorky and REAL and now he's anorexic with perfect hair and screams Hollywood. Sure, he's still cute and I'll always love him, but it just isn't what it used to be.

My crush has ended.

Of course, if I met him I'd bawl like a baby and puke all over my shoes.

And I was talking with a friend who stopped doing a story. She told me she was 2 chaps away and didn't continue because ``She just didn't want to.'' That irked me. I wasn't anywhere NEAR done with BTL and she was only 2 chaps away?! FINISH IT!

I hate when someone who has a totally awesome story going and they just drop it. Like, ``YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING ME--FINISH THIS, YOU STUPID HO!''

I get it, believe me, but then I realized I don't HAVE to. I'm not being paid to do this. No one is pressuring me. In fact, no one has flamed me at all about this. Thank you for that.

Which is why I'm doing this. I needed closure. I needed to decide once and for all to end it and explain what happened. You at least deserve SOME sort of ending. Bullshit as it may be.

ANYWAY, the only reason I haven't deleted this is because it's pretty good. I'll keep it only because I DO have good memories of it, despite what the title suggests.

So, there it is. I don't expect any comments about this but feel free to. This is my only triple review story I have and I am proud of it, be it as it is.

Thank you all truly, and don't give up on FanWorks.

Sincerely,

-Vhee

P,S: It seems that Mister Patrick Stump has married Ellisa! Now I REALLY don't have to feel guilty anymore! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY FREEDOM!










 

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