Drawing a very colorful, yet sad picture of Gerard Way for my sister's Christmas present. She'll be getting it early. :/ I just want to finish it today. XD
Then go, institute a hands-off policy, and make a judgment call as you go along. Best way to know for sure is to spend some time with him, but flatly deny any physical interaction.
What twelve year old boys were you hanging around exactly?
Twelve and thirteen year olds are like, just as sex-crazed as fourteen plus, but without the maturity or understanding to know that they should lay off if they want a chance...
Well then... That's weird. I was butt ugly at twelve, but considering I'm not quite as fugly now and still resemble a twelve year old, I generally get attention from twelve year old boys and they've never tried anything. I mean, one did but that was.... *shudders*
The Internet is a magnificent thing. I mean, duuuuuude. You can't touch it, you can't smell it, but it's there. Like love, man. The internet is love. Duuuuuuuuude... Fascinating.
I need to read... Fucking ancient Greek literature is all the same. Either some epic dudes fight or some fantastic thinker says something profound. I'd have more respect for the awesomeness of it all if it wasn't just another way to be oppressed by The Man...