Battle of the Band(members)
... Wow... uhm... wow... wake me up somebody... please?
I believe I was hit by lightning... maybe?
Not able to tear my eyes from Gerard's, I felt mine tearing from not blinking, until suddenly a hand waved right in front of my face.
"Hey you two, is everything alright?", I turned to the right and it was Mikey, kneeling next to us, looking a little worried.
"I know, I know!" it was Frank's voice. "I forgot my hand lotion and Gerard asked me earlier, so I bet he's got really rough hands now! That's gotta be it, I mean look at her face."
"Yeah, yeah!", Bob's voice, a whacking sound and Frank growling entirely ripped me out of my daydreams.
"I'm... fine!" I whispered hoarsely towards Mikey, who turned to look at Gerard, staring at me as I noticed. Damn his eyes... here we go again.
'He's pretty!' the thought struck me and I had enough sense to question why I'd thought Gerard was pretty instead of handsome but it was as true as it could be, he was just as pretty as handsome.
"Bob, Ray!" I heard Mikey groan though his voice sounded far away while I was studying every inch of the boy's face sitting across from me.
Suddenly someone's hand covered my eyes and out of surprise I yelped before biting right into it. A pained growl could be heard from behind me and it sounded like Ray, but thankfully the hand had lifted, probably to examine the biting mark I'd left.
Then everything happened at once:
Bob had grabbed Gerard from behind, maybe to surprise him, most probably to lift him up and get him out of the room. However, the guy had, maybe out of reflex and even more probable out of sheer anger at the unappreciated attack, kicked the blonde right where it hurt and Bob, without a word uttered or even a small moan of pain, simply fell backwards, right into a unsuspecting Frank, taking Gerard along, as he still hadn't let go of him.
All three crashed into a floor lamp before tumbling to the ground and as the breaking of glass could be heard, everything was suddenly dark around us.
"Guys?" I asked but was only answered by several rather inarticulate grunts from the floor.
"I think that was the fuse!" Mikey exclaimed mournfully, "Again!"
A moment of silence ensued before he continued, "It wasn't my fault!", I wondered why he sounded so happy...
"Go get a flashlight, Mikey!", it was Gerard's voice but the second he'd said it, I heard someone snap a lighter open and soon a small flame cast at least a little light among us.
The scene was too funny, even though all three boys on the floor seemed to be in some sort of pain and I giggled a little as Frank tried to get out from beneath the two that had fallen onto him, obviously out of breath.
Bob had curled up into a ball, both of his hands clutching his lower regions, while emitting soundless sobs.
Gerard was sprawled over the two others, hindering Frank completely from getting up and holding parts of the broken lamp in his hands, hair in a mess, now reminding of a birds nest, he'd lost one shoe that I found (when actually searching for it) had almost hit me and I hadn't even noticed.
Ray, holding the lighter had recovered from my bite and Mikey indeed looked absolutely ecstatic at the prospect of not being involved in the whole mess.
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"I do hope," glaring at four of the five boys now seated in the kitchen, "that your practices don't always end like this!", I pressed a cold-pack against the guy's head I was cradling in my lap while stroking his hair.
"Poor baby!" I cooed as he cried out in pain again, "Look at this," gesturing to the large bruise under my hands I turned back to the others and found that they all looked at their feet. Well, it was their fault... at least Bob knew how to put in the fuse again, so Ray would not have to be holding up that lighter for any longer.
"Frank actually was the only one who didn't participate in your little fighting but he's the only hurt anyway." I shook my head.
"Uhm...", Mikey looked at me, pleading, "you know, Hannah, Frank's used to stuff like that."
Shrugging his shoulders as I looked at poor Frankie, still in pain and sprawled across two chairs and me, Mikey turned to the others for help.
"It's true! It happens all the time to him, he's accident-prone, whether or not it's his fault, he's always on the receiving end.", Ray voiced his opinion and Gerard nodded in Frank's direction with pity, but momentarily I was sure I'd seen his eyes flash dangerously.
"Besides," he spoke up, now his eyes searching mine, "he's faking anyway!"
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Frank went rigid and as soon as I'd noticed that he was about to jump to his feet my nails dug into skin. "You little...", I saw fear in his eyes as he finally opened them again but was unprepared as he screamed bloody murder and waved his arms frantically to sent me, sitting on a chair, flying backwards. "I'm fine!" I mumbled, Im fine! Feedback's appreciated, on my homepage you'll find a lovely little message tool called c-box, or maybe you're more of the quizilla-message type.  |
