What Could Have Been and What Should Never Be. (Sarah/Gee) (Kat/Frankie)

Suck it Twilight. -Kat-

Me writing poems is like a teenage girl writing in her diary. It shows how I'm feeling. It is like reading the story of my feelings. Sometimes I'm angry so instead of poetry it's more like a rap. And when I'm feeling low, it's deep and dark. And I think you get my point.

Frank sat next to me on the plane. He sat by the window leaving me near the isle, smart boy. I had my note book out and on the tray. I felt enthusastic and energetic about alot of things. I don't think I've written anything since March of the Black Parade. I want to write another story and I've been working on it. It's called 'Excuse Me Mr Rock Star, But You're My Dad.' But today I feel like writing a poem that shows how happy I feel. My messy crusive writing swirled around the page. I felt my body bounce ever so slightly as I began to write faster and faster, putting more and more energy in my thoughts.

You'll never take me alive.

You'll never get me alive.

I'm gonna make it, survive.

I'm gonna take it to thrive.

I'll bring a tear to your eye.

You can crawl back to that whole in the ground you call a world.

Because I don't know what gravity is.

I'm gonna reach for the sky.

I'm gonna shoot for the moon.

I won't give up anytime soon.

I'm not a building; oh no.

You can bring me down to the ground.

You need to look all around.

'Cause I'm still here

That means I made it thrive.

That means I reached for the sky.

I made that shoot for the moon.

I'm not coming down so soon.

That means I made it survive.

'Cause I'm still here!

You'll never take me alive.

You'll never get me alive.

Oh you'll never get me at all.

From the corner of my eye I saw Frank peer over at me, his lips pulled back into a smile the lit up the cabin. I felt my heart flutter, or was that Penelope? Either way I had a good feeling inside.

"Wow, that's a very energetic poem." He whispered softly. I smiled broadly and nodded slightly. 

"Well it's how I feel," I trailed off with a ghostly breathe.

"You feel like nothing can touch you and you're happy." Frank whispered softly. His voice sounded like he had something to tell me, he was acting really weird too. He seemed to be more distant. I think it's that fact he hasn't been getting alot of sleep. I looked over at him with a smile. Our lips pressed together lightly. I felt the fluttering begin once again. It was really quiet, Cherry and Lily were chatting with Bandit. And Terry and Jordan were fast asleep, using eachother as a post. Wren and Kyle were gaping over eachother while Cassidy and Mikey talked about weather to name the baby an Italian name or Scottish name. Sarah was fast asleep, using Gerard's shoulder as a pillow. Gerard kept looking over at us, he kept doing that motion you'd use for trying to get your friend to talk to their crush. Why was he motioning Frank to tell me something? Hmm. Something's up but I'm gonna let him come on his own to tell me. I'm not gonna force it from him. Unless he wants me too. (insert winky face.)

I looked at Gerard, whom was looking at us. AGAIN! I made a face at him then looked at Frank with raised eye brows.

"If you want you can tell twilight to suck it." Frank whispered in my ear. I smiled and bellowed out a small snicker. I felt his lips brush against my cheek softly. His breath hot and moist. His lips soft on my skin. I felt a shiver pass through me and a playful smile pull my lips back. I love this man, olot.