Fragile Future *shadowpook and I*

"I'll look at you when you dont have blood all over your face. Makes me quesy." sid mikey. he was already weak from teh smell.

He splashed his faced before rubbing the wound, making sure it was clean. After that he bundled up his jacket and pressing it against the ound, Which truned out to be a lo0ng deepo curt all along his cheek before stopping at his jaw bone, he turned round "Howdy"

Mikey turned around. "So, what cells yours?"

"I didnt get caught, I got a knife stuck in my face but I didnt get caught"

"I thought it was a gun trade? Not a knife trade."

"It was, But people carry knives, I dont"

People shouldn'ty be there."

"Welcome to the life of the criminal underwworld Mikay, Not that I plan to viit agin any time soon..."

"Ever again." corrected Mikey. "Cos if you do, then i'll crash teh partAY" mikey empthasied the ay to mock Gerad.

Gerard gave him a look "Mock mty accent again and I'll crash you"

"Sat my name properl;y then."

"Fine, MikEY"

"Thank you."

"Welcome Mikay" said Gerard, Not even noticing he'd slipped with the Ay again.

I'll crash your partay you know, so stop calling me mikay!"

"I can;t help it! We lived in NJ for three years for Mom and dads job! I'm sorry I now have an accent!"

"And an annoying one at that."

"hey! East coast accents rule!"

"Not when your in England, prounancing peoples names wrong."

Gerard rolled his eyes "yes miss" he said teasingly.

"I am not a girl. i will not swoon for your accent."

Gerard grinned slightly "Sorry Mike" he sayd, deciding he was safest if he cut off the y all together for the moment.

Mikey glanced up, hating teh mike, but not as much as teh mikay.

Gearard sighed and puleld the jacket away now the cut had stopped bleeding. he ran a finger down it "Thats gonna scar"

"Yuor teh full pachage. NJ accent, AND a scar. Ladys will faint at teh sioght of you."