He smiled at her as he pressed his lips against hers gently. He brushed his hand against her delicate face as though to say I’m not going to hurt you. She returned his smile and fell into his arms. He slid his hands to her hips and pulled her gently so she was pressed against him with no room left between either of them. Her hands found their way to his button up pinstripe shirt. Without wasting any time, she undid the buttons quickly, revealing his torso. He grinned and moved his lips next to her ear, whispering sweet things until his lips found her neck. The soft sensation of his lips made her fine skin tingle. She pulled him to his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them. The older boy fell onto his bed with a soft thud as she crawled on top of him. Soon enough they had removed each other’s clothing until they were stripped to their underwear. The kisses had become deeper and passionate and both, the girl and boy’s touch had become more secure and comforting. He broke away, pressing his forehead against hers, their breath mixing into each others. The lamp had been dimmed softly to create a romantic effect in the older boy’s house. His big, brown orbs shone brightly as they sparkled with excitement.
“You ready?” He whispered politely. The girl bit the bottom her lower lip before nodding slowly. He smiled and kissed her again.
The girl’s boyfriend would not approve of this.
Not at all.

~ The Toy Boy ~
Brendon Boyd Urie.

CRASH!
She hit the wall, the back of her hair being pulled so she was eye level with him.
“What did I say about leaving and not telling me?” The older boy asked, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes lingering in the air. It danced around the girl’s pretty face before escaping through the air vent above their heads in the boy’s shit hole of an apartment. Empty bottles of beer lay in numerous places on the floor, lines had been untouched but neatly made on a small coffee table and burnt out cigars had been left in the neglected ash trays which hadn’t been cleaned in some time. She stared into his colourless eyes with disgust although she didn’t show it. She couldn’t understand why she kept coming back. She figured it was because he was good time and that’s all she needed to keep sane. But then again, the previous boy treated her with tonnes more kindness, affection and attention. Why was she here putting up with this crap?
“I went to the shop to get some alcohol, can’t you acknowledge the fact I thought of you for once?” She spat. He glared at her before releasing the grip he had on her hair and turning on his heel to re-light another cigar. She lent back against the wall. It had started again. The drinking, the fighting and then the make up sex. He flicked the lighter a few times before the flame became visible. It burnt the end of the smoke and he began to suck in his daily fix (besides the cocaine). She moved to the worn out couch and rustled through a few brown paper bags before finding a full bottle of Vodka. She unscrewed the lid and took a large sip. He watched her, blowing the smoke out of his mouth before getting up. He grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her up. The bottle fell from her hand and smashed on the carpet. She stopped for a moment before slapping the boy across the face. A red hand mark was left on his cheek but that didn’t bother him. Just as long as he could get laid, he was happy.
“What the fuck was that for asshole, huh?!” She screamed in his face. By now, the neighbours were used to the continuous fighting and bitching that they never bothered to complain.
“Leaving when I told you not to bitch,” he said angrily. She punched his chest over and over again (not bothering the boy one bit) before yelling angrily. He just smiled and kissed her lips, not gently or with any hint of compassion but fiercely and lustfully. She pulled away and ripped off his shirt, then returned her lips to his. They pried each others clothing off, one piece at a time before he forced her into his room, onto his bed. The bed stunk of tequila and god knows what else. The sheets were lathered with stains and hadn’t been washed for weeks. Clothes, empty pill packets and bottles (some still having alcohol in them) were scattered on the floor untidily. He lay on top of her, forcing kisses onto her soft body.
All she wanted was out of there.
And to never look back.

~ The Violent Boy ~
Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz.


“And that concludes our story for tonight; join us tomorrow night with another special news report,”
Tap, tap.
The boy shifted his glance from the TV to the door where he could’ve sworn he heard a noise.
Tap, tap.
He got up slowly, straightened out his shirt and proceeded to the door. He unbolted the lock quickly and opened the door. Not to his surprise, a girl fell into his arms, one very familiar to him. He put one arm under her neck and another under her back to support her. Kicking the door shut, he carried her past the lounge room where the dimly lit lamp counteracted the glow from the TV that was still on. He carried her upstairs, the floorboards creaking with every step. When he reached a white, wooden door, he pressed down on the cold, metal handle with his elbow as his hands were full. The door opened with a groan but the boy ignored it. He moved towards his bed, placing the tiny looking girl onto the smooth, silky surface. He pulled back the doona and sheets and re-lifted the girl to place her under the cool material. He didn’t remove any of her clothing as it wasn’t a warm night. He pulled the covers onto the girl but only up to her neck. He sat on the bed, sinking into the soft mattress. He smiled at the peaceful looking girl and stroked her face gently. Looking outside, he noticed the snowflakes falling gracefully onto the ground below. This had become like a routine for the boy but he was just glad she was safely tucked in his bed. Sealed with a kiss to the forehead, the boy whispered goodnight to his love, switched off the light and shut the door quietly behind him.
He returned to the couch and flicked through the channels.
This was only a regular Saturday night.

~ The Boyfriend ~
George Ryan Ross (III).

OUCH!! THIS WAS HOT!!!
IT WAS AWESOME TOO....OMGGGGGGGGGGG

Oh my god!
that was sooo amazingly written.
You're an amazing writer.
I'm like crying after reading that.
You should continue writing.
:]

so...the girl is with all of them or something?

that was good, but it confused me...

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Originally posted by XxFURYxX:
OUCH!! THIS WAS HOT!!!
IT WAS AWESOME TOO....OMGGGGGGGGGGG

Haha, thanks

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Originally posted by BdenIsLuv:
Oh my god!
that was sooo amazingly written.
You're an amazing writer.
I'm like crying after reading that.
You should continue writing.
:]

Aww, I never meant to make you cry.
And that was only a one shot story.
But thank you very much

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Originally posted by Crazy Sparkle Monster:
so...the girl is with all of them or something?

that was good, but it confused me...

Yeah, the girl was me and she cheated on Ryan with the Brendon and Pete because she's the kind of girl who can't really let go.

got it! thanks =)

its really good btw