Matt burst in through the door.
"GUESS WHO'S DRUNK!!" Gerard woke up reluctantly.
"I guess Matt."
"You guess right", he confirmed, flinging the keys to the apartment at Gee's head. Matt flopped down on the the mattress next to Gerard.
"So that girl...", Gerard said. "She's real."
"That girl... CAN WE PRETEND WE'RE TALKIN ABOUT A GUY?"
"I just go to the party and BOOM! There she is."
"Boom- there he is."
"I think she's-"
"I think he's-"
"I think she's the woman of my dreams..."
"AW! Then you should break up with you're fake ass girlfriend."
"I'VE NEVER FELT SO SURE!"
"Then you shawd bray cup with your fayaz growllllfrien...", Matt muttered, failing asleep mid-sentence.
"-whisper, whisper- -herp derp-"
"I can't understand you..." Just then, Gerard's phone rang.
"YOU'RE THINKING OF JUGGLING TWO CHICKS?!", screamed Grace.
(Grace Clark, Age: 11, Gerard's Best Friend- Sad, Right?)
"WELL THEN, YOU SHOULD BREAK UP WITH YOUR FAKE ASS GIRLFRIEND!"
"WATCH THE LANGUAGE. Wait- who told you?"
Gerard looked back at Matt, who was completely asleep, holding his cell phone in one hand.
"He's not even conscious!"
"Whatever. You, of ALL PEOPLE, should know how sucky it is to get cheated on!"
"Don't you have like, an English assignment to do?"
"You're right- I should write an essay on rebound girls!"
"How does he do that....?"
"MATT!" Matt awoke immediately. "What's the web address for Starbucks.com?"
"I have to order something really good...."
YOU'VE GOT MAIL
"This thing claims that I have mail."
"So happy for you", said Jimmy, eating his bacon quietly.
"NOW I'M READING IT!"
"It's amazing what we can do with technology these days."
Lynz began reading the email she'd been sent.
"Dear Lindsey Ballato, it has come to our attention that , blah blah blah, Thanksgiving dude. We wish to, blah blah blah, said actions....OH MY GOD! THIS. IS."
-GERARD AND MATT'S APARTMENT-
Gee sat anxiously in front of the door.
"Gerard? Are you waiting for the coffee beans you just ordered?"
"It's Sunday. They won't ship until Tuesday at the earliest."
"You were saying", asked Gerard as he opened the door excitedly.
"ATTACK HUG." It was Lunette. She had constricted her arms tightly around Gee again.
"Rape", he gasped.
"Remember? You were supposed to pick me up from therapy an hour ago?"
"...How could I possibly forget?"
Lunette lathered black dye into Gerard's faded hair.
"AND SHE SAID I WAS A BITCH."
-LUNETTE'S COFFEE TABLE-
Lunette painted a fresh coat of black polish on Gee's nails.
"So I punched her."
ICP blasted from the speakers.
"And I got in trouble. ME!"
The song ended, along with the CD itself.
"Wanna listen to it again?", Lunette asked.
"Lu....I think we should... We should..." Lu's wicked eyes stared into his soul. He wanted SO BADLY to break up with her. She knew that already. "Should...."