Some crapass one-shot about My Chem's bus "running out of gas" :P
" What do you think, Sherlock?" Alicia said sarcastically. " We're moving so damn fast!"
" I don't need the feisty shit right now," Frank said.
" Um... I have some very bad news," Carl called from the front of the bus. " We have no gas."
" NO GAS?!" Mikey cried. " Dude! We're nowhere near civilization! We'll have to feed off of Frank's LEG!"
" What?! No! We're feeding on Ray's Afro-puff thingy!"
" Shut up!" Ray said. " We need to call-"
" No service," Bob sighed.
" Frank, we're eating your leg."
Frank threw open the tour bus door and jumped off the steps, looking around. " There's green shit for miles!"
" It's called grass, trees, and bushes," I said. " It's EVERYWHERE in New Jersey."
" Think. What can we do to somehow get gas?" Ray said. " I mean it. We're not gonna sit here and act like a bunch of fucking four year olds."
But that's exactly what we did. Alicia and Lindsey sat down on the side of the road, leaning against a fence resembling that of a ranch and complained about how cold it was, while Frank and Mikey were fighting over who would sit by the tree- which wasn't even a tree if you think about it. It didn't have any leaves- which resulted in Mikey tackling Frank down in the middle of the street. Bob was still in the bus, eating our Pop-tarts and watching 24, no doubt, while Ray was sitting on the hood of the tour bus, even if it was slanted ridiculously.
" Lacgh! We're two deers caught in headlights!" Frank screamed when a car was coming down the road.
" It's deer dumbass!" Mikey said.
" I don't give two shits! Gerard! Put some leg in it!"
" Hell no!" I objected. " Use Alicia!"
" What?! No! I'll look like a hooker! What if it's a cop?!"
" We'll be pimps then!" Frank said. " Lindsey! Drop your bra strap!"
" SHUT UP!" she yelled.
" Alicia seriously! Put some leg in it!" Frank said, shoving Mikey off of him.
Instead of some random car, it was another tour bus, slowly approacing until we could see the door open, Hayley Williams leaning in the doorway.
" My prediction is," she started when their bus slowed down," is that you need a ride."
" Well look at that," Bob said. " We really did have gas. The little F looked like an E!"
Yeahhh short. I have random- but extremely bad- writing spazzes. I think....