Adam prodded my side with his finger, threatening to tickle with the rapid movements of his fingers in my ribcage. I shot him a look, ceasing any thoughts of attacking me. "Guess what?" He quipped, bouncing like he'd pulled a secret card out of his pocket and it suddenly turned into 100 dollars.
"What?" I mumbled, extremely uninterested, gulping down my bowl of noodles and ignoring him, my eyes fixed to Dr. Phil.
"I'm taking you with me this time." He grinned at me, bearing his perfect teeth and crooked sort of smile. I shrugged, trying my very best to ignore him, but failing. "On tour.."
"Really?" I half-smiled. It was almost suicide to let Adam know exactly how you felt about something. And yet, as annoying as he is, I could never get enough of Adam. We're like two pieces of a puzzle and we just fit together.
"Yeah!" He bounced up and down, nearly spilling my drink everywhere. He sputtered, covering his mouth with his hand and muttered, "With MCR."
I looked up before flipping my head to him, burning him with my blue eyes. "What was that?"
"The tour's with My Chemical Romance." He sighed, assuming I'd take back my answer.
I frowned, thinking about it. Gerard and I don't really have the best history together. Ever since him and Adam started hanging out we've been at each other's throats. Honestly, I don't have a clue why I hate him so much. He just sort of gets on my nerves, I guess. I sighed a little, not wanting to miss out on time with my only brother. "Alright. But Gerard is staying far away from me." Adam sighed. "FAR."
He stumbled off the purple couch, standing at a salute. "Yes ma'am! We leave tomorrow."
I gaped, tossing a pillow at him. "You could have asked me earlier, douchebag!" I yelled and was carried off to my bedroom and dumped on my bed.
"Pack now. You would have said yes either way, admit it." He pointed his finger at me, his striped long sleeve shirt hanging down a little from his tiny wrist. Adam and I were both skinny sort of kids. Spindly and scrawny, people called us tiny a lot. Even I'm lighter than Adam, and he's got no muscle whatsoever. He's like Iggy Pop on a diet that actually works. I sighed, surveying my closet and beginning to pick out clothes in my head before dragging them off the hangers, breaking a few, and pushing them into a duffle bag. The first time I went with Adam I'd packed a suitcase and a backpack. Bad idea. I've learned since then, duffle bags are the way to go. You only have one thing to worry about and it can be carried and stuffed or crammed anywhere. Matt's things are usually what takes up the most room anyway. Just as I was beginning to get halfway through the packing process, Adam popped his head back into my room. "I..er..forgot to tell you, we're sharing a bus with them."
