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What's in the 'Fro?Ray sat in the studio one day, working on the guitar on the bands newest album. He knew the guys were also there, but he didn't know that Frank was staring at him; more so the mass of curly brown-ness that sat on top of his head that had its own fan club.What's in the 'Fro? by JohnLennonLuva
Meanwhile, Frank sat staring. Trying to figure the one thing out that had been bothering him since he had met Ray all those years ago.
What is in that 'fro?
He picked up a piece of notebook paper and scrawled out a quick note to Mikey, who was sitting on the opposite side of the couch that he sat.
What do you thinks in Ray's af?
He crumpled up the paper and threw it at the younger Way brother, who quickly read it, replied, and returned the paper.
You know, his AFro! But really, what do you think is in it?
I don't know. Maybe his beers? We all know you like to steal his, so maybe he decided to start hiding them and his hair was the least likely place that you would for them.
Maybe. Or it could be his stash of guita
Live Free or Let Me DieLive Free or Let Me Die by JohnLennonLuva
Run. Keep going. Don't stop. Find the others. Get help.
Simple commands that seemed like, at the time, were the only things that were keeping me going. I had to go. I promised that I would listen and follow everything they said, not only because it was serious, but because they were my family. They were my parents. I had to listen. I was still a minor, hell, I was only 12. And so I ran. I ran and picked myself up every time I tripped and fell.
As I ran through the burning city, I heard the screams of innocents being brutally taken from their loved ones, and the cries of the loved ones who only desperately wanted their family and friends back, who only wanted for life to go back to normal. But it never would, and most accepted the fact.
And so I ran. Ran for my sake and theirs. Ran in the hopes of being reunited with my family and friends so that I could live my life happily because they didn't. Couldn't.
I knew that I was being chased, but I didn't know by whom. I was getting close
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MCR, Beatles, We The Kings, 1D, MUSIC (if you couldn't already tell), Doctor Who (10th), OUAT, BTR, Green Day, Mayday Parade, pyro technics, Simple Plan, cats, bears, and anything else that you can find in my Favorites!
Current Residence: a yellow submarine
deviantWEAR sizing preference: say waa?
Print preference: i like printers
Favourite genre of music: classical rock, rock, alternative, emo pop
Favourite photographer: grandpa
Favourite style of art: chibi
Operating System: all internal organs
MP3 player of choice: ipod, what else?
Shell of choice: the kind u get on a beach
Wallpaper of choice: the kind u use as wallpapers
Skin of choice: the flesh on me body
Favourite cartoon character: mickey mouse
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