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How Frail the Heart Can Be

By: fallingindreams0
folder Singers/Bands/Musicians › Fall Out Boy
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 1
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Fall Out Boy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

How Frail the Heart Can Be

Have you ever watched them? You know..."them"? That seemingly perfect couple? The couple so perfect that it makes you sick to look at them.. Tell the truth, Dude. We've all admired them from afar. Stood back and marveled at their enchantment. Their perfect love. Ther unbelievablely sickening fucking love.. But have you ever known the truth? Have you ever ever watched them through their own window at home? In their perfect little house..with ther perfect white fence.. Here's the American Beauty. Every guys perfect girlfriend. Her beautiful straight cold black hair and sparkling grey eye are only complimented by her porcelain skin.. She sits everyday and waits on him to come home. The house is clean, supper cooked, everything is tip top for him. She knows he's worked hard all day on the new cd. And when Friday comes she'll be ready to go support him at his show. As you're watching from the window you see the headlights of his SUV pull in. He gets out. He's almost as beautiful as she is. With dark skin, tatoos covering his body, hes got dark hari, dark eyes. He's beautiful. He get's his bass out and takes one more look at his reflection before walking through the door. He smiles as she runs up and jumps on him. Kissing him, holding him, loving him. He lets out a sigh. One more secret she didnt know.
A couple thousand miles away you see the others. The demolition lovers. The ones that you never know whats gonna happen from day to day. Everyday is a new lie..a new drink..a new drug..a new dream shattered. Looking in this winedow you see something different. They're living in his parents basement. There's sketch pads, pencils, cigarette butts, and scotch glasses littered amongst the diapers, baby clothes, and bottles. The bed is unmade and he's passed out. His long black hair covers his pale, uniquely gorgeous face...he's sleeping soundly..not a worry in the world..Maybe it was the scotch, mabye it was the drugs, or maybe it was just her. She's somewhere inside the house. Her beautifully cold blue eyes staking out one of his friends. She's caught him anf for fifteen minutes he's hers. Her long brown hair is spread out over his bed. He's ravaging her perfect body. Even after a child she's completely exquisit. Her beauty traps everyone. Especially him. She dresses and walks back towards the room they share. Her mother would be bringing their daughter home soon and things would go back to normal.