This is, of course, dedicated to Halo and the DreamTeam because she and they are AWESOME beyond BELIEF.
If you want proof, go read this. NOW.
Chapter Six: Bored
"LET - GO!" Gerard shouted, ramming me with his shoulder and scrabbling for the laptop.
"NO!" I yelled, pushing him back and clinging fiercely to the machine.
On the screen was a poll entitled "Who's Your Favorite In My Chemical Romance?"
I know it will come as a shock to you, but I wanted to click the button next to "Frank Iero" and Gerard preferred the one by "Gerard Way".
"GIMME!" cried the lead singer of my band.
"NEVER SURRENDER!" I wailed.
He flicked my eyebrow.
I let out a roar of rage and tackled him.
Thoroughly engrossed in our scuffle, neither of us noticed when Bob sauntered over, clicked "Bob Bryar", and then pressed "submit".
"Hey, children, break it up over there!" called Mikey from his position on the couch, his feet propped up as he buried his nose in a comic book.
"Hey, Frank, I - Frank? Gerard?"
Gerard and I briefly paused in our tussle to look up at Ray.
"What're you guys doing?" he demanded, aghast.
"Nothing," Gerard said casually, disentangling himself and straightening his clothes. I did the same, and calmly grabbed the laptop back, closing the internet window and opening a new one.
"Uh, okay then," said Ray uncertainly. "Well, Frank... I'm supposed to be asking you if you think you c'n play in the show tonight."
Because it was now the sixteenth. Yes, I know. For real.
"Yes," I said adamantly, looking up at him. "I'm gonna play tonight."
"Are you sure?" Gerard asked carefully, looking at me intently, as though expecting me to turn green, sport purple spots, or keel over dead at any minute.
"Yes, Mommy," I said, rolling my eyes. "I'm sure."
"Hey, I'm not the one who blacked out in the middle of a show 'cos of food poisoning," he snapped.
"And I'm not the one who cussed me out when -"
"Shut it, ladies," Bob said, leaning against the wall and sipping a can of something.
"Frank, what you were saying made no sense," Ray informed me, frowning.
"He rarely does."
"Shut up," I said, not even looking up from the computer as I scrolled down.
"Nope, don't think I wanna."
"Well, uh... Thanks, Frank. That's all I needed to know," Ray said, then went back outside again.
"Frank, gimme back the laptop," said Mikey, standing up.
"What? No!" I said.
"I thought you were 'anti-computer'," Bob commented unhelpfully, draining the rest of his drink in one swig.
I glared at him. "Yeah, but I'm taking polls about me. That's fun."
"Hey, are you voting against me?" Gerard yelped, lunging for the computer.
I snatched it away. "Maybe!" I taunted him, sticking out my tongue.
Mikey calmly plucked it from my hands. "Thank you," he said smoothly.
"Mi-key!" I whined.
"Fra-ank!" he whined in reply.
"Bo-ob!" Gerard said.
"Ge-rard!"
Mikey and I glared at them.
"What?" Gerard said innocently. "We felt left out."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Stop PMSing and get over yourself."
Mikey rolled his eyes and went back to the couch.
"That's it!" Gerard shouted. "Just walk away! Can't take the heat, get outta the kitchen!"
"Shut up," said Bob calmly.
"Bob, do you live to tell us to shut up?" I asked conversationally.
He nodded.
"Oh. Okay then."
We sat there for a moment in silence, and then I stood up. "I'm bored," I announced.
"Thank you for sharing," Gerard said, pulling out a comic book.
"Any time," I said bowing. He didn't look up. "Hey! You missed the bow!"
"Gasp, say it isn't so," he said monotonously, still never taking his eyes off the book.
I pouted. Then I turned to Bob. "Entertain me!" I commanded.
He raised his eyebrows and walked off the bus.
I raced to the door and shouted after him, "I RESENT THAT!"
Then I slammed it shut for emphasis, but no one noticed, so I pouted some more.
I rummaged around for a little bit, going through drawers, looking under furniture. Mikey looked up once and wiggled his eyebrows, but I just waved brightly, so he simply sighed and went back to whatever he was doing with the laptop.
Soon, I stumbled upon something. I pulled it out. It seemed to be a pen with a long stretchy, gooey substance attached to the end. On the end of the goo, there was a suction cup.
"Awesome!" I breathed. I leapt up and hurried back to the couch, slapping the suction cup on Gerard's head. "I'm going to suck out your brain!" I cried dramatically.
He finally looked up.
"Please don't. I'm still using it," he said.
"Hardly." I pouted.
"Ooh, that was low."
"It was, wasn't it?' I said proudly, preening a little.
Gerard rolled his eyes.
"What is it about me that makes people wanna roll their eyes all the time?" I demanded loudly.
"Well, let's think about that," said Mikey, looking up again. "First off -"
"Never mind," I muttered. He grinned smugly and looked away again.
"Frank," sighed Gerard, setting down his comic. "Do you need to go do something?"
"YES!" I cried.
"Then let's go," he said with another sigh as he got to his feet.
"Finally!" I exclaimed.
...If only I'd known what I was getting myself into.
Results pleaseeeee?
So I've got more FrankPics than any other band member. Bite me.
Chapter was short and pointless, but that doesn't matter, 'cos it was fun. *Giggles*
RatemessageCboxpleaseeeeee?
Halo, I've noticed you never rate. -_-
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