Gerard Way's Diary by Padfoot-001 (PG)

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I like Padfoot_001's writing. She's got a sharp eye for internal monologues and witty dialogues. Most of her fics are all WIPs EXCEPT for the following:

 

Fandom: Bandom (MCR)
Pairing: Frank / Gerard (Almost)
Length: about 20k
Author on LJ: padfoot_001 
Author Website: I only stalk her on LJ
Why this must be read:

Hands up if you've read or watched Bridget Jones Diary? No one? Seriously?
Jeez. Ok, let's say you have. Now take that neurotic, weight obsessed, chain smoking, vodka swilling brit and turn her into Gerard Way, college student with issues. Serious issues.

This is one of the funniest stories with the adaptation from a witty, British satire, to something a little closer to our hearts.

Thursday, September 7th

86 kg (grrrr, from where?), 4 beers (very good), 788 cigarettes (hmmm, weird sort of number), no of minutes spent thinking about Frank: too many to be healthy.

3 p.m. Well, today was another odd sort of day. I got a phone call from Mikey and at a decent hour I might add. Very odd indeed.

"Mikey? Did you forget to set your alarm for 6 a.m.? This is new for you, I like the change."

"Hey homi-Gee, what's shaken' bro? Get it ... homi-gee!'

"Yes Mikey, very clever. Believe it or not, I do get it."

"Cool, cool, wasn't sure if you'd rotted your brain away on all that study you've been doing. Oh man! Another great joke, I'm on a roll today. Do you get it Gee, cause you never study -"

"Yes Mikey! Thank you, I got that one to." Man that kid can be fucking frustrating. "So, um, just a question, is there any point to this phone call or do you just miss pissing me off?"

"Little of both really. But hey, what you doing this weekend?"

It was 2 p.m. when he called, on a fucking Thursday, who thinks about their weekend on a Thursday?

"No idea Mikes, it's too far away to think about."

"Gee, tomorrow is Friday. Which means tomorrow the weekend starts!"

"Exactly, it's a whole day away. Toooooooo far away."

"Whatever, well I'm taking that as you've got no plans as of yet, so keep it free."

"Why? You're not going to throw me another party are you, cause I don't think I could handle all that again."

I still have nightmares about chocolate sauce; that fantasy has officially been ruined for me.


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