Vic Criss

Victor: No one cared about my opinion when I was a little kid. No one cared what I thought. Sometimes people would say "What do you think you're doing?" But that just meant Stop

Belch: Sometimes my friend will be like "Are you watching the road?" and I'm always like "I am looking through the wind shield and I'm not gonna hit anyone. But no. I'm thinking about the Beetles."

Patrick: I have a girlfriend. Which is weird because i'm probably gay based on the way I act and behave and walked and talked for my life. I think I was suppose to be gay. I think they built like 3/4 of a gay person but forgot to flip the switch and just sent on my way and were like "Oh you marked that one gay right?" and they were like "Oh no was I suppose to?"

Ships: Stenbrough... kinda Age: 13 but Georgie is 6 TW: Death, Suicide, D E H

Georgie sat in his brother's room looking at all the books and drawings. He heard people outside and down the hall grieving for Bill. Everyone was sad for him but why? He wasn't even sad that his own brother was dead. "Why should I play this game of pretend? Remembering through a second-hand sorrow?" Georgie asked looking out the window to see Beverly light a cigarette. "Such a good son and wonderful friend oh don't the tears just pour." he scoffed as he watched his brother's friends cry and his boyfriend sob.

"I curl up and hid in my room. Here in my bed still sobbing tomorrow! I could give in to all of the gloom." he said watching people dressed in black cry and pray. "But tell me, tell me what for? Why should I have a heavy heart why should I start to break in pieces? Why should I go and fall apart for you?" he tried to keep quiet bu wanted to yell. "Why should I play the grieving boy and lie? Saying that I miss you and that my world has gone dark without your light?" he asked throwing a picture of him and his brother to the side and falling onto his bed. "I will sing no requiem tonight."

Zach sat in his office, Stan walked in watching the man chug another beer. "I gave him the world and he threw it away," he said not looking at his son's boyfriend but clearly talking to him. "Leaving these broken pieces behind him. Everything wasted nothing to say." he hissed looking at the gloomy surrounding that filled his house. "So I can sing no requiem tonight!" he sighed closing the boy's bedroom door.

Eddie and Richie sat next to a weeping Sharon who held her sons' suicide note. "I hear his voice and feel him near. Within these words I finally found him." She said smiling slightly at the note. "And now that I know that you are still here, I can sing no requiem tonight."

Georgie walked through the halls glaring at all the pictures that had Bill. "Why should I have a heavy heart?" he asked.

Stan leaned against Bills door tears rolling down his face "Why should I say I'll keep you with me?" he asked trying to stop the tears.

"Why should I go and fall apart for you?!" he yelled walking down the halls he saw his parents and the Losers silhouettes. "Cause when the villains fall the kingdoms never weep. No one lights a candle to remember. No, no one mourns at all as you lay them down to sleep." he said walking into the kitchen standing inches away from the basement door. "So don't tell me that I didn't have it right! Don't tell me that it wasn't black and white!" he said not seeing Stan walk up behind him and place a hand on the small boys shoulder.