For Molly;
The only girl i'd willingly share mikey with.

The air as cool and the Fall wind, blew softly through the golden leaves that fell from the trees. The sky was a blue-grey, the grass a pepper green. Clouds threatened in the distance but didn't dare to follow through. The park was empty, save for two. They lye under a broken tree, it's limps branches hanging down over them. He was dark, a black contrast to her white porcelain. His hair was onyx and his eyes the same. She was short and fragile in shape. They were unnoticeable, almost invisible to everyone else. "Do you ever wonder about gravity? I mean, what if it was suddenly just gone? Would we all fly up and catch fire?"


They laughed. A secret connection passed by them that no one else noticed.

"Do you think that will ever happen?"


"Good. I wouldn't want it to happen."

"No one would want that to happen."

"I just wouldn't want to catch fire. That's scary, catching fire. What a horrible way to die."

"I think it would be cool."

"That's because you're weird like that, Gerard. You like the strangest of things."

"I like you."

"Haha funny. I'm strange. But I'm no stranger then you."

"Too true doll, too true."

On their backs they watched the sky, peaking through the branches to see the clouds heading their way.

"Think it will rain?"

"Not sure. I hope not."

"Me too."

He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.

"I don't want to go to school tomorrow."

"We have to, Gerard."

"No we don't."

"We didn't go today. If I don't go tomorrow they'll call my grandma."

"Fine, we'll go."

"You know there's nothing wrong with receiving an education Mr. Way."

"There's something wrong with the one we're receiving."

"And what's that?"

"It sucks!"

She laughed and turned on her side to face the boy beside her. "Poor Gerard. No one understands him."

"Fuck yeah. I just want to get out of this place, go to art school and be-"

"-a starving artist?"

"Hell yes."

"Well, you're on your way Mr. Way." She stood up and brushed the dry grass and leaves from her grey pants. Gerard stuck his hand up and she pulled him up, bringing his much larger frame up to her level.

"Shall I walk you home? You are closer then my house?"

"Sure doll, lets go."

They laced their pinky fingers together and left the park, walking down the dirty and busy streets of Belleville. People moved out of their way as they walked, stepping to the side to give the two companions room. They were quiet and enjoyed the soft breeze, letting it brush through both their long hair and chill their bare skin. It was a lovely fall day in New Jersey.

His house wasn't far, a few blocks from where they were. It was small but cozy, a two story trapped between two other homes. Inside the rooms were confined, each close to the others with thin insulated walls. The yard was almost nonexistent. A chain fence keeping in a small patch of dry grass and dirt in front of an old wooden deck.

They stepped across the concrete path and up onto the deck, stopping in front of Gerards door.

"Ah, home sugar. Want to come in?"

She shook her head, looking up at the spider webs that lined the ceiling of the porch. "No. I've got to get home. I'll see you tomorrow."

She leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek, and he did the same. They let their pinkys drop and she turned to walk away, back down the concrete path.

"Hey, Molly."

She turned at the sound of her name, smiling up at Gerard and knowing what he was going to say.

"It's you that I adore. You'll always be my whore."

Walking backwards from him, Molly shouted, "Love you."


Mollywaved before tucking her hands into her coat pockets and pulling the warm fabric closer to her body. Gerard opened the door to his house and walked in once she was out of the yard.

By then the grey had taken over the blue, and the clouds moved in over the city. A few light drops began falling and Molly pulled her hood up to keep them away and began running for home. It had been such a lovely fall day.