[01] What I Bought On eBay [MCR]

"Bet you can't." said one of the two men standing on the tourbus, both beside the bunk area. The other grinned cheekily,

"Bet I can." He answered, shaking his messy black hair from his eyes,

"How much are you going to bet?" The first questioned, pulling out a load of dollar bills from his back pocket.

"Twenty bucks says I can, without him noticing or anything."

"Twenty bucks - alright, you're on."

"Frank? Mikey? You guys on here?" Both guys looked up innocently at their unsuspecting front man.

"Maybe." Frank replied, beaming childishly, hazel eyes glittering, alive with mischief.

"Are you coming for lunch or what?" Gerard asked, rolling his eyes, "And has Frankie had Skittles?" He asked his brother, who grinned slightly,

"SKITTLES! Whoa. I wanna go change. I'll be out in a minute. Fuck off, now. BYE!" Frank said, almost in one breath. Mikey laughed and shoved him lightly before running off of the bus, Gerard followed, utterly bemused.

"BITCHES! Anyone order me anything, or did you just get-Ooh, milkshake." Frank had wandered into the diner with a slight bounce in his step. He shot Mikey a proud grin and sat down next to Bob, grabbing Gerard's vanilla milkshake and devouring it, "Where's Gee, anyway?" He asked, looking up and sliding the glass back into place,

"Bathroom." Ray answered, sitting down, "I just got you a veggie burger and fries,"

"Awesome." Frank said happily, "I wanna go to the bathroom now." He announced loudly, getting up. Mikey followed, amused and eager to hear the results.

"Frank - Mikey?" Gerard was finishing with washing his hands when the pair walked in laughing. Mikey paused, then smiled slowly,

"Hi Gee!" Frank yelled, jumping on his best friends' back.

"Dude. Too many Skittles. Seriously." Gerard patted his brothers' back and walked out of the bathroom. Mikey looked around at the shortest member of their band,

"Well?" He asked. Frank's mouth slid into a half-moon of childish innocence,

"Well what?" He asked, whistling an abstract tune,

"Did you get them?" Mikey asked. Frank nodded, tugging down the waistband of his tight black drainpipes to reveal the blue and yellow boxer shorts,

"Gerard Way's lucky underpants." He confirmed, nodding down at them solemnly, "Now, excuse me while I go take a piss." He wandered off toward the opposite wall. Mikey nodded and left the bathroom.

"Has anyone seen my pants?" Gerard questioned, walking through the bus. Bob and Ray shook their heads, Mikey looked at Frank,

"They're covering your ass and legs at the moment, Gee, why?" Frank said coolly, looking back at the book he was reading. Harry Potter. Obviously.

"No, my underwear. You know the ones." He said, hands-on-hips. Frank's lips tilted in an amused smirk,

"I don't know, then. Do you have them on? If you don't, maybe some crazy-ass fan girl ran off with them and is salivating over them as we speak." He shrugged, finding himself lost in the world of Hogwarts, magic, and over-hormonal teenagers,

"No, I don't have them on." He walked away, running a hand through his hair and looking confused; Mikey leaned across bunks and slapped a hand against Frank's, both wearing wide grins of triumph.

Meanwhile, a few days on, Halo answered the door to the apartment she shared with her flat mate, Shelly,

"Hey, package for Sh--" said the mail guy, before Halo cut him off, a hairbrush, toothbrush and PopTart in one hand, pen in the other,

"Just tell me where to sign." She said, taking the paper and the small box from him. He nodded and pointed to the lines. She nodded, signed, took the package, then slammed the door.

"I'll just slide the rest of your mail under the door, then!" the guy yelled, Halo grinned as she walked toward Shelly's room,

"You do that!" She shouted back, tossing the package at her friend. Shelly fell off her chair in shock, "Mail for you." Halo walked back out, toward the bathroom. Shelly, on the other hand, grinned at the package and tore it open after noticing the multi-colored 'eBay' printed on the front.

Dear Shelly,

I'm Frank, you might know me as the rhythm guitarist for My Chemical Romance. Anyway! Your bid won, so you get these. This is just a letter confirming that these duck-covered-boxers are, in fact, real. Gerard Way's lucky underwear - he used to wear them to every show. Now he can't, but still. I recommend you wash them, too. We're the real guys. Here's an autograph.

-Frank Iero

She laughed and put the letter up on her multi-colored notice board. She held up the blue and yellow shorts and ran for the bathroom, grabbing the letter again,

"HALO!" she yelled happily,

"FUCKER! OW!" Halo screamed, jumping and succeeding in poking her own eye with her black eyeliner, "What?" She whined,

"Look! Oh, you can have this. Frank Iero wrote it by hand." She shoved the letter into Halo's hand. Her short, black-and-red haired friend scanned the letter briefly,

"You have Gerard Way's lucky underpants." She said, beyond amused by this point. Shelly nodded enthusiastically, waving the underpants around in the air. "Go wash them. He could have done God-Knows-What in those..." She trailed suggestively, looking back to the mirror after tucking the letter safely into her tight jeans pocket,

"I know!" Shelly's grin was manic, and she dashed back out of the room, toward her bedroom, beginning to get dressed and ready for work. Both girls worked as stage technicians for the local venue.

"You'll never guess who are playing tonight..." Shelly said excitedly, as Halo entered via the back door; they both walked toward the staff room,

"Tell me, then. Seeing as you're practically wetting yourself with excitement..." Halo drawled lazily, putting down her bag and stripping off her heavy jacket and beanie, revealing a black and green striped wife beater and black form-fitting jeans. She'd also redone her hair - no longer black and red...just black.

"My Chemical Romance!" Shelly squealed. Halo gave a loose grin,

"No shit, Sherlock! The posters all over town would never give that away." She said, ruffling her friends' hair, "And, seeing as you're Shelly, and you're super crazy, you've managed to somehow assign us to set up, and work on the same stage as them?" Shelly's head bobbed so rapidly that Halo was afraid her head would roll right off her neck, "Alright! Calm! Stop!" She grabbed her friends' ears. Shelly squeaked and stood still. Halo patted her head and walked away.

"Underpants, underpants, underpants." Shelly sang under her breath as she double checked the lighting,

"Hey, Shell - the band here yet?" Halo called from the sound box. Shelly shrugged and walked out back, looking around. As though perfectly timed, a huge silver monster bus rode up and parked. Shelly screamed and ran back inside. Halo started laughing,

"THEY'RE HERE!" She yelled, bouncing on the spot,

"Tell them to hurry the hell up, their soundcheck is due." She chuckled, then stopped dead, "Please don't tell me you're wearing the pants..."

"I won't tell you, then." Shelly said happily, bounding back out of the hall. Halo's head found it's way to the desk, landing there with a dull thunk.

"One, two. One, two. Testing, testing; one, two, three, four." Halo repeated into the mic; Shelly gave her the thumbs-up from the sound booth. The band still hadn't readied themselves, so the two girls were messing around, checking everything they could think of.

"Hey, girls." Said a smooth voice. Halo yelped and [s][color=gray]stylishly fell[/s][/color] flew off the stage. A chorus of laughter.

"Damn. You guys took your time." She said, retaining her cool-chick composure.

"Yeah, Gee couldn't find his underpants. What are your names?" Mikey asked, grinning broadly,

"Halo, and my MCR-obsessed friend who's practically wetting herself, is Shelly." She gestured a hand to the girl quivering behind the sound boards.

"Shelly? Like...Shelly?" Frank's eyes widened, staring at the sound-booth girl. Shelly nodded, grinning now.

"Duh, Frank." Gerard said, not realizing the oddness of the situation. Halo darted to the sound decks. Shelly squealed, and both girls started dancing excitedly.

"Dude. I didn't think you were excited. Damn you and your drama classes." Shelly whined, slapping Halo over the head. Halo yelped,

"Shelly, man, Frank Iero's standing over there. Sex-On-Legs is right over there!" She said loudly, pointing. Another chorus of loud laughter. Halo looked around, "Oops." She muttered, hitting her head off the desk again.

"Ha. Fuck you guys, I'm sex-on-legs." Frank chimed happily,

"Yeah? Well Gerard's commando." Mikey said, causing more laughter, and Shelly to look up sharply,

"Don't. Even. Think about it." Halo breathed, clasping her shoulder firmly,

"Aww - but - he's - but..."

"No. No raping the rock stars. Hey, if we were allowed, Sex over there wouldn't be standing there. He'd be in a bathroom stall with me..." She hummed; the guys hearing every word.

The show went off without a hitch, and both girls got things signed by the band. Halo's highlight was Frank winking at her and trading cell numbers. Shelly's highlight was, well, knowing Gerard had no underpants on...

"Burning through the sky, yeah! Two-hundred degrees! That's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit! I'm gonna make a supersonic man outta you!" Halo sang yelled as she and Shelly danced victoriously through the apartment.

"Dude - why Queen? Why not David Bowie?" Shelly asked, stopping abruptly, thus resulting in Halo flying straight into her and both of them landing in a heap on the carpet,

"Because Freddie Mercury owns that dudes' ass, man!" She laughed, jumping up, "But I don't care about that at the moment! I HAVE FRANK IERO'S CELL NUMBER. Dude - I'm gonna go text him." She scampered off to her bedroom, pulling out her cell phone as she went. Shelly stared after her, shaking her head incredulously.

"How cute, Ice Bitch found something to keep herself amused." She said loudly, earning a noisy laugh from Halo before promptly turning the TV on and flicking over to Invader Zim with a delighted grin.

Halo hadn't left her room since they'd gotten in, and Shelly had no intention of going in to check on her. Switching the TV off, she climbed to her feet and walked into her own room, pulling off her clothes and getting changed into a baggy white wife beater and black shorts, bundling up her discarded clothing and walking into the kitchen to deposit them in the wash basket. She wandered back to her room and nimbly crawled into her bed, clutching Gerard's underpants.

Vaguely aware of what was going around her, she wasn't sleeping, but she wasn't exactly awake earlier. The first thing she noticed was the tugging. Something was pulling at her fingers,

"Damn it, vice grip." Grunted a vaguely familiar voice. Shelly sat up quickly and screamed. Halo darted into the room, flicking on the light as she did so. Both girls stared at the man in the room,

"What the fuck?" Halo demanded, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Halo?" Shelly said quietly,

"Yeah?" Halo asked,

"Why is Gerard Way standing in my bedroom?"

"I have no idea."

"I want my pants back!" He snatched them out of Shelly's hands,

"Dude! I paid money for those!" Shelly whined. Gerard tossed four twenties at her, and then ran out of the room, laughing like a school boy.

"Did you see that?" Shelly asked, after a few moments of shocked silence,

"I don't think I did, no. I'm still asleep. Mmm, bed..." Halo switched off the light and went back to her room, sinking down onto her bed and falling asleep gradually.