Ahaha, Kas owns. I'd link her, but she deleted her Quizilla account. Which sorta really sucks.
Photbucket doesn't like me right now.
But I hope you guys do, because I updated. Even though I promised Halo that I would like ten years ago.
So... my usual dedications. Halo because she continues to be the best feedback-er that the world has ever seen. Plus it's also for my little sister, who, oddly enough, has become addicted to this story. Oh, and I almost forgot: Violet because she Cboxed and messaged. Which like completely owns.
So I bring you...
Chapter Seven: The SuperSoakers
"All right, wait here," said Gerard, stopping me when we were a few feet away from the bus.
"What? Why?"
"It's a surprise," he said.
"Are you making this up as you go?"
"Maybe. Just stand there, okay? I'll be back in a minute."
Well, 'a minute' turned into a lot of minutes. I shuffled my feet, hummed under my breath, stared at the sky, whistled Row Row Row Your Boat, and basically did everything I could to entertain myself. I even started counting blades of grass.
I was on about nine zillion, nine trillion, nine billion, nine million, nine thousand, nine hundred and nine, and wondering what came after that, when suddenly -
BWOOSH!
Okay, just for the record, I do not normally scream like a girl. But hey - if you were unexpectedly blasted by four SuperSoakers from four different angles when you'd been wondering what comes after a zillion, then your scream would be high-pitched, too.
I flung up my arms automatically, but you can guess how much good it did against the jets of water. All I could do was stand stupidly under the onslaught, hiding my face, until finally it died down.
I looked up slowly.
Every part of me was dripping. Water was literally running off me in little rivulets while I stood, gaping.
Gerard, Ray, Bob, and Brian, our manager, were leaning against each other, howling with laughter.
"Oh... man!" gasped Gerard. "That was good!"
"That was really good!" Ray agreed.
An inarticulate scream tore from my throat and I hurled myself at them.
It's hard running terribly fast when your clothes are clinging to your body awkwardly and they're about ten pounds heavier than usual, and I'm already about three feet shorter than them, but when I finally caught up to them and threw my body at Gerard, all four of them were somehow toppled.
I quickly spread my body out so I was lying across their chests. They were still panting and giggling.
"That wasn't cool," I told them. "That was seriously not cool."
"Was," Bob said, his chest heaving.
I glanced around, and when I saw them agreeing with them, an evil smile spread across my face.
Gerard was instantly suspicious. "Uh-oh... Frank what was th-"
He was cut off as he and the other three yelled with sudden pain.
"FRAAANK!" bellowed four angry voices as I pushed myself off of them and raced away.
I got a good head start, and they would undoubtedly find it difficult to run without experiencing pain for some time.
I think you can guess what I had done.
I made it to the bus and flung the door open, all but falling inside and slamming the door shut. Then I slid down to the floor, laughing as hard as I could.
"Frank?" said Mikey, sitting up and walking toward me. "What the -? Why are you all wet? What's so funny?"
"Lock the windows and the other door," I told him.
"Uh-oh... Frank, what did you do?"
"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies, my friend. Now lock the windows and doors if you know what's good for you."
"Frank..."
"Mikeyyy... Look, lock them! Or else you might be caught on accident and rendered incapable of reproduction."
That got him moving.
"Yeah," said Gerard, squirming a little bit next to me - it's extremely cramped when you try to fit five guys on a small couch. "We get pretty bored sometimes. Like yesterday, we - Bob, Ray, Brian, and I - Brian's our manager - went after Frank with some SuperSoakers."
"Dude, that sucked," I said, shooting him a Look.
The interviewer had a smile plastered to her face, clearly indicating that Gerard should continue the story.
"So Frank like chased us and knocked us down. I mean, he doesn't look like he could do it, but he can."
The guys snickered.
"Ha ha," I said dryly.
"So he's got us knocked down, right," said Gerard, "and he's lying on top of the four of us, and suddenly... Well, I dunno how he got the other guys, but suddenly his elbow was -"
At this point, everyone was laughing too hard for him to continue. Even he broke into weak laughter.
"So then they, like, chased me back to the bus," I jumped in. "Mikey and I locked all the windows and doors and sat in there for - what? four hours?"
"Five, dude," Mikey corrected.
"Yeah, so we're sitting in there for five hours while they're like... what's the word?"
"Like prowling around the house," Mikey supplied.
"Well, it hurt!" Gerard complained. I ignored him.
"And they got, like, backup, too," I went on. "So there's like twenty people circling our house, and four of 'em are threatening us with death every ten minutes -"
"Frank, you weren't the one who'd had his -"
I giggled but kept talking. "And finally we realized that we had no food, so we opened the door, and -"
At this point I was laughing so hard at the memory that I couldn't continue, so Ray took up the story for me.
"So Frank comes out and dives to the ground," he said. "We all jumped on top of him right away, and there's just this humongous... dogpile, I guess you'd call it," he said, glancing at us for confirmation.
"Yeah," Gerard agreed. "We're all of us - like ten people - lying in this big pile, laughing our heads off."
"And that is a bona-fide My Chem boredom buster," I said.
"Yeah... it was scary, though," Mikey said, his gaze flickering briefly to the camera on his face. "I mean, the worst part was when Frank threatened me and said I might be rendered incapable of reproduction."
"Well, once he'd finished rendering us incapable of reproduction!" Gerard said.
"Well, I mean, the way I look at it, it's a good thing," I said, unable to keep the grin off my face. "Population control. Really. Like, who wants a bunch of little Gerards or Bobs running around? Scary thought, man. Scary thought." I shook my head solemnly.
"But you know what would be worse?" Bob said, speaking up for the first time. "Little Franks."
"We've already got one of those!" Gerard quipped.
I got up.
"Where you going?"
"I'm going to make something," I announced. "Something very special and just for you, Gerard."
Trepidation flashed across his face. "Oh yeah?"
"Yup. Very, very special."
Mikey and Ray glanced at each other and broke out in another fit of laughter.
"He put something on my back, didn't he?" said Gerard impatiently, trying to paw at his back but unable to reach that one spot, dead center between your shoulder blades.
"Who, me?" I said innocently.
"No. Batman. Of course you, Frank!"
"Frank would never do something so... evil," said Bob, lounging with his feet up.
"Oh, you don't want to know how evil I get," I said with a laugh.
"That's probably true," Mikey commented.
"I bet you did," said Gerard, twisting around and around in circles, still trying to get a good look at his back. "Does anyone have a mirror?"
"Nope, sorry!" said Ray. He quickly got up and stood with his back pressed against the bathroom door.
Now Gerard was really suspicious. "I - wanna - know!" he said, still looking like a ballerina, spinning around and around. I shoved my fist in my mouth to smother my laughter.
"Fraaank..." he pleaded.
What can I say? I couldn't help myself: "Geraaaaard..."
"Dude, Mikey, you'll help me," said Gerard, turning his full-force puppy-dog eyes on his little brother.
"With what?" Mikey's expression was beautifully blank, and I grinned at him from behind Gerard.
"That's it!" Gerard grabbed the hem of his shirt and began to pull it off.
I stood waiting for the explosion as he plucked off the paper I'd tacked to the back of his shirt. His mouth moved silently as he read it, and then, his chest swelled up, and his face turned funny, and I bolted.
"FRANK - IERO!" was what I heard as I was launching myself out the door, the lead singer of my band once again on my heels.
If you don't go to the results, Frank will stick something on your back.
Plus you'll miss out on the picture. Which would suck.
Ray Toro because he's sexier than you.
I updated while in China! See? You're so lucky. Why don't you thank me? *Coughs and points at Cbox*
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