"Us," Frank corrected, elbowing Gerard in the ribs, who choked slightly at the sudden impact.
"Dammit Frank, all you ever do is hurt me!" Gerard exclaimed exasperatedly, throwing his arms up in mock defeat.
"Seriously guys... we have two teenagers-"
"Adults," I corrected Ray, who smiled guiltily before finishing his sentence.
"-Adults in here who just wanted to spend some time with their favorite band. Am I right?" He turned to us, Clarissa and I exchanging glances before grinning towards him, and nodding vigorously. "You see. What can I say? I'm a genius, I read minds..."
"Ray Toro, the man with the plan," Bob muttered, placing his head in his hands out of, what looked like, embarrassment.
"Well, now it should be Ray Toro, the man with the mind-reading powers."
"Shut it Ray," Mikey groaned. "Youre the man with the plan."
"Okay Mr. Hula-hoop man, that's it," Ray stood up threatening, though we could tell already he was joking as the others smiled amusingly. Mikey stood up seconds later, and they circled the round coffee table that was placed before us, both of them looking like they were in a showdown.
"This is lame," Frank whined, "let's do something fun!"
"Like what?" Bob questioned, rolling his eyes at the two immature men, who were still circling the table.
"Anything to get away from these imbeciles," Gerard muttered, making both Ray and Mikey turn to him defensively.
"We are not imbeciles!" Mikey retorted, glaring slightly.
"Are to," Gerard.
"We are not," Ray.
"Are to," Gerard.
"Are not," Mikey and Ray.
"Okay, guys, don't scare these two away, please," Frank nearly pleaded.
"Well then, what are we supposed to do?" Gerard questioned, leaning back in the couch with a soft sigh. "How about we-"
"Get drunk!" Frank exclaimed.
"I'm sober Frank, remember?" Gerard asked, rolling his eyes.
"Right... well. Let's play video games."
"I'm sure these two hate video games, so-" I cut Gerard off.
"Actually, we love video games," he smiled.
"Really?! Most girls hate them..."
"Well, we're not like most girls, obviously," the room was silent for several seconds, until Gerard turned his attention back to the main door.
"Brian!" He shouted, seconds later a tall figure with brown hair, and brown eyes entered the room.
"Hmm, yeah?"
"Do you have the PS2 with you? By any chance?" Gerard questioned, giving him a pleading look.
"Yeah, it's in that bag over there," Brian, their tour manager, pointed to a bag lying on a desk, and then left the room as Frank quickly walked over to it. He pulled out the game system and walked over to the TV, looking at it with confusion.
"Shit, I don't remember how to work it..."
"I do," I chimed, and all the guys turned to me, confusion etched across their faces.
"You do?" Frank asked, giving me that odd look.
"Yeah, my dad works around electricity, he showed me how it works when I was younger, so naturally I still remember," I told him, walking over to him swiftly. I began plugging the cord into the right ports, and flicked on the TV before turning on the game system. Instantly the logo came up, and arms were instantly wrapped around me.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Anytime Frank," I replied back, laughing amusingly before standing and heading back over to the couch.
"I'm supposed to be the man with the plan," Ray complained.
"Well, I'm the girl with the plan," I winked, making him smile humorously. "There can be two."
All was silent for several seconds.
"What are you guys going to play?" I asked, watching Frank turn to me with a grin.
"Grand Theft Auto: Vice City."
"Ah! Sweet!" I exclaimed, jumping up from my spot and rushing over to him. "I want to play to... after you."
"Alright, alright," he resumed the game and I watched with complete interest as he began hijacking cars and killing a few people.
"Frank! Don't use the chainsaw!" I nearly shouted, hearing several chuckles from behind me.
"Why not?!" He questioned, laughing along with them.
"That's brutal! Use your fists... or at least a gun. Goddammit," I groaned as he used the chainsaw, and shook my head slightly with a soft sigh. "You never listen to anyone, do you?"
"No, I'm a free man," he smiled. "I do as I please."
"Oh please Frank, if you did what you pleased, you'd walk around naked all the time," Gerard muttered, his voice coming from straight behind us. I turned my head, noticing that he was in fact directly behind us. I noted that off in the corner Clarissa was talking with Bob, Mikey, and Ray. The main shy ones, I guess...
"Probably," I murmured, smiling.
"Shut up," Frank groaned, his eyes focused intently on the screen before him as he pressed buttons repeatedly, and gun fires followed. "I am right here you know..."
"We noticed," Gerard and I replied in unison, cracking smiles as Gerard sat down behind us, and watched along with me. "Frank, why are you running towards the cops? You're just going to run out of energy and - you see Frank? Now how are you supposed to escape them?"
"When you die it's my turn," I piped in. "Unless of course, Gerard-"
"No, I'm fine," Gerard smiled. "I'd rather watch anyway. See if you can actually last longer than Frank."
"I bet I can," I whispered.
"Is that a real bet?" Frank questioned, grinning.
"You bet," I smiled.
"Alright, $20, deal or no deal?"
"Deal," I confirmed, shaking his hand as he temporarily let go of the controller, and died. "Ha! You see! I am so going to win this!"
"Shit," Frank groaned, reluctantly tossing the controller to me. I grabbed it and started a new game, roaming the streets as several people ran by me in a hurry. "You know, you have to actually go after people."
"I know, I like to kill the ones who least expect it. All these people are finicky."
"Finicky? I like that word," Frank chuckled.
"Aha! It's some punk!" I exclaimed, suddenly pressing the buttons as my character began beating him up, having a few punches thrown at me from the 'punk.' I laughed as my character ran off, the police suddenly going after him. "Shit! I need a car!"
"Oooh. Try the mini motorcycle," Gerard pointed out.
"But then if I get thrown off the cops are still after me. I need a car..." instantly I spotted some sort of fancy looking sports car, and threw the person out before getting inside the vehicle, and driving off with some old rock music playing in the cars stereo.
"Did you know you can have sex in this game?" Frank suddenly asked, his tone blunt.
"Only you Frank would think of that," Gerard mumbled, a soft laugh leaving my lips.
This had to be the best day of my life.
This Is The Best Day Ever...
"How much longer are you going to be?" Frank whined, realizing that already I had beaten his bet.
"Well, seeing as I already won, I guess you can have it back now," I replied nonchalantly. He scowled slightly and resumed the game as I sighed in satisfaction, folding my arms across my chest smugly as I continued to stare at the screen as Frank played.
"Hey, Melanie...?"
"Yeah, Gerard?"
"Can I talk to you for a second... alone?"
Yes.
Ooooh.
Alone.
Hahahaha.
XD
