Starlights Phantasmagoric Blogspace: A story someone else wrote it was way cute, the peterick feels could kill ya
“Want to play?” Patrick asked, grinning. Gerard grinned back.
When they heard the front door slam shut, they were in the middle of arguing over whether the chorus should say, “I don’t love you the way you love yourself,” or “You don’t want me the way you want yourself.” Patrick claimed that Pete…
THAT SONG WILL NEVER BE THE SAME