//Gerards POV\\
I walked down the hall of the new high-school I had to go to. What's the point anymore. I'm in line to be the king of hell. I needed to get less petty tasks than this. But my target was simple.
Find and kill Billie Joe Armstrong.
But they made it so it's harder for me and put me in none of his classes. To give me a challenge I suppose. There is one person that tries to get close to me... I think his name is Fred Lero... Or something like that.
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I Can Only Exist With You
Fanfiction"I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs I'm real nervous, but it sure is fun C'mon baby, drive me crazy."
