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Eyeliner, Tiaras, and Life Stories
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Piercings
Chapter 3
Eyeliner, Tiaras, and Life Stories
Gah! Another green muthafuckin' chapter! You guys rock!
A/n: Hello! Yes you guys get two updates in one week! This is the result of a boring Saturday night, and I hope you guys enjoy. Sorry if I made Mikey too obnoxious or annoying. This is my sad attempt at humor, so I apologize if it sucks.
By the way, thanks soo much for giving me a second green chapter! You guys are sooo awesome! I got really happy when I saw it. I think I even spat out my Pepsi. (Yeah, I love Pepsi :D)
I also feel the need to tell you what song I am currently listening to: Anthem Part Two by blink-182. Which is my favorite band ever, but I love My Chem just as much. It's kinda a tie between them. But I doubt you care, you just wanna read the story so:
Read on my epic Killjoys! :DD
When we got to the door, I let go of Frank’s hand (unfortunately), to fish out my keys.
I wish I had keys that could unlock a door by themselves.
Hmmm… I should work on that. I bet everyone would buy them.
“You know, it’s gonna take forever to get those keys out of your tight jeans.” He raised his eyebrows up.
“I- I know.” I said as I struggled to get them out.
He tapped his foot on the ground while humming some Black Flag song. “Any day now…” he began to mutter.
“Got them!” I yelled out triumphantly as I held them up, and Frank just chuckled and shook his head at me.
“Polka dot keys?” he smirked. “Really?”
I just shrugged. “Mikey went to make a copy last week, and he chose the design. The one before this was covered in pies.”
“Wow.” Frank threw his hands up in the air, “just wow.”
“Whatever.” I smiled as I finally opened the door.
We were greeted with Queen’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ blasting throughout the house as we threw our jackets into the closet.
“How did I not hear this while we were outside?!” Frank yelled to me over the loud music.
“Our house is sound-proofed!” I yelled back. “The neighbor’s kept complaining about our music, so we sound-proofed the house to get them to shut the fuck up!”
“Oh!” Frank nodded his head, just as Mikey appeared.
He was only wearing a long t-shirt that said ‘Unicorns Exist’ and some elephant slippers.
Oh, and he was holding his hair straightener in one hand and some eyeliner in the other.
Wait… that was my eyeliner.
Mikey is using MY eyeliner. My special one.
The one that cost me thirty fucking dollars.
“Uhh… hi.” Was all he managed to get out of his eyeliner stealing mouth.
Well, he can’t steal eyeliner with his mouth, but you know what I mean.
“Mikey,” I blew my fringe out of my eyes, “Can you tell me why you have my favorite eyeliner in your hand?”
“Uhhh… I found it on the floor in the bathroom?” he squeaked as he went to the stereo to turn the music down.
“Sure Mikey, sure you did.” I shot him a death glare. “And later tonight my scissors are gonna accidentally find your stuffed unicorns horn.”
“No!” he dropped my eyeliner. “Don’t hurt Sunshine!”
“Then pick up my eyeliner and give it to me.” I held out my hand, waiting for my precious beauty enhancer. I only use it when I go out somewhere important, or when I wanna feel pretty.
“O-okay.” He picked it up and placed it shakily in my hand.
“Good.” I quickly put it in my pocket. “Mikey, this is Frank.” I gestured toward Mr. What I Presume To Be Sex God.
“He’s the one who gave me my awesome nose piercing.” Mikey sheepishly waved at him.
“Frank this is Mikey. I think you see my point when I warned you.”
Frank waved and smiled at Mikey, who just reddened. “He is a strange little fucker, isn’t he?”
“You don’t know half of it.” I muttered.
Mikey gasped. “Hey! I don’t appreciate being called a strange little fucker by some dude I just met!” he waved his purple straightener around, resembling a crazed lunatic.
Frank backed up a bit. “Sorry Mikey. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Don’t be scared of him.” I giggled. “He’s about as harmless as a hamster.” Wait, I used to have a hamster that enjoyed biting me. They are not harmless.”I take that back, he’s about as harmless as a spider.”
“But spiders are scary.” Frank shivered.
“Nevermind.” I shrugged. “He’s harmless. Let’s leave it at that.”
“Anyways, you are forgiven.” Mikey smiled towards Frank. “You’re lucky you look cute, or I woulda burned you with my baby here.” He jerked his head towards his purple straightener in his hand.
Frank beamed. “Seems both Way brothers think I’m cute.”
“Well you are.” He winked at him and then turned to me. “You’re piercing looks nice Gee.”
“Thanks bro. Frankie here did an awesome job.”
“It wasn’t that hard, anything you wear would look nice on you.”
Mikey rolled his eyes as I blushed horribly. “Anyways, let’s go to the living room so I can formally talk to Frank here.”
“With coffee?” I looked up at Mikey with my best puppy dog face.
“No. It’s gonna be quick. I’m going out tonight.” He began walking to the living room, Frank and I following suit.
I glanced at Frank as we walked; and from the look on his face, he loved our house. The walls were painted random neon colors, chosen by Mikey, and covered in posters and random shit, placed there by me.
“With who?” I questioned.
“Just Ray and Bob, along with a few other random people.” Mikey shrugged. He always went out on Saturday nights, with or without me. He always managed to bring someone home, once, it was even some guy who looked like Jared Leto.
“Cool. Just make sure the person you bring home isn’t as ugly as the last dude you brought.”
Mikey just rolled his eyes, a habit he seems to have acquired.
“Both of you guys are gay?” Frank spoke up.
“Mhmm. Our parent kicked us out when I was 18 and Mikey was 15. They found us each in a different room with our boyfriends at the time.” Frank just gawked at me.
“Well Gee, now you’ve gone and scared the dude.”
“I-I’m not scared, just surprised.” Frank said. “Continue though, I wanna hear this.”
“Mikey?” I glanced at him, and he just nodded. “Go ahead, stop acting like it’s some deep dark private secret and shit. But while you do, I’m gonna go change real quick. I’ll be down in a few.”
“Alright then. C’mon Frank, off to the living room we go.” I took his arm in mine and led him to our faux red leather couch.
“Sit.” I instructed, smirking slightly.
Frank sat down, and I plopped down next to him.
“Is Mikey gonna take long?” he asked as he looked around the room. Our blown-up Misfits poster caught his attention, which was hanging on the living room’s right wall.
“Nah. He always knows what to wear. What takes him long is fixing his hair, which he usually does down here.” I gestured to a mirror on the left side.
“It looks like the mirror a teenage girl would own.” Frank giggled.
“He is at heart.” I sighed. “But I do his eyeliner sometimes, so I don’t think I should be talking.”
“I see.” He nodded his head, while trying to hold in his laughter.
“You can laugh if you want.”
So Frank began laughing like, be ready for the unimaginative simile, a hyena. It went on for a bit, long enough for Mikey to come back down.
“I’m back!” he entered, wearing some extremely tight jeans and a ‘I Love Zombies!” shirt. He was also wearing a tiara, and some neon green Converse.
Yeah, Mikey doesn’t have a real good sense of style, but he always knows what he wants to wear.
“Nice. Love the shirt.” Frank commented. “And the tiara.”
“Thanks Frankie!” Mikey smiled. “Here, try on the tiara.” He placed it on Frank’s head, clapping afterwards.
I burst out laughing, and Frank said “Look at me! I’m a pretty fucking princess!”
Then he started prancing around, to which Mikey followed suit.
“Alright.” I clapped my hands to get their attention. “Mikey, you start doing your hair, I have a feeling the guys are gonna be here soon. Frank, I thought you wanted to hear the story.”
“You’re right, I should start.” Mikey went off to the other side of the living room to begin his hair styling process.
“And I do wanna hear the story.” Frank came back to the couch and looked at me, waiting for me to continue. It looked silly, him still wearing the tiara and all.
“Alright. So our parents saw us each in bed with our boyfriends-“
“Good looking fuckers too.” Mikey cut in.
“Mikey, shut the fuck up, let me tell the story.” I shot him another glare. “Anyways, they kicked them out, naked, and took us to the living room for a talk.”
“No offense, but your parents sound kinda shitty.” Frank looked at me apologetically.
“None taken.” I waved it off. “They told us that it’s not appropriate for us to be having sex so young, especially with dudes.”
“Which is the best kind.” Mikey interrupted me as he straightened his hair.
“Mikey!” I scolded him.
“Sorry.” He mumbled.
“So they told us to stop, but we didn’t want to. So they said that if we weren’t gonna stop, we can’t live there anymore.”
“Then?” Frank was looking up at me, clearly into my story.
“We said ‘Fine’ packed our things, and left. I had money from my art, I think a gallery had just then bought one of my painting for like $2,500.”
Frank whistled and Mikey just laughed.
“So we found this house, rented it, and three years later, I bought it. Mikey continued going to school, and when he graduated, he joined a band, where he played bass.”
“But those stupid cunts kicked me out.” He grunted.
“Why?” Frank asked.
“Because I broke up with the lead singer and slept with the other guitarist.” Mikey shrugged.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” I shook my head at him. “Fast forward two years, we made the house look like this.” I gestured to my awesome place, “And I’m having a pretty decent art career, Mikey is now in a band with me, and-”
“Ray and Bob are also in it.” He cut in. “But we want another guitarist.”
Just as Frank was about to say something else, the doorbell rang.
I sprang up. “I’ll get that. It’s probably Ray and Bob. You have to meet them Frankie.”
“You really do.” Mikey muttered as he straightened the last of his hair. He then gelled the back of it, spiking it a bit here and there, then plastered down the sides and front.
“Ready.” He glanced at himself in the small mirror.
“You look good Mikey.” Frank smiled. “But not as good as your brother.”
“Yeah, well that’s what you think.” He smirked at me.
“Along with a few others!” Bob’s voice startled Frank. "I like your tiara by the way. Is it Mikey's?"
He turned to see me with two of my long time best friends. One has a humongous fro, and the other has sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Thanks." Frank blushed. "It is Mikey's though."
Time for Frank to meet the rest of the crazy gang.
A/n: So? What do you think? Was Mikey too flamboyant or something? And I'll introduce Ray and Bob next chapter. If it sucked too much, tell me so I could update every week instead. Please read rate and review!
Chapter 3
Eyeliner, Tiaras, and Life Stories
Gah! Another green muthafuckin' chapter! You guys rock!
A/n: Hello! Yes you guys get two updates in one week! This is the result of a boring Saturday night, and I hope you guys enjoy. Sorry if I made Mikey too obnoxious or annoying. This is my sad attempt at humor, so I apologize if it sucks.
By the way, thanks soo much for giving me a second green chapter! You guys are sooo awesome! I got really happy when I saw it. I think I even spat out my Pepsi. (Yeah, I love Pepsi :D)
I also feel the need to tell you what song I am currently listening to: Anthem Part Two by blink-182. Which is my favorite band ever, but I love My Chem just as much. It's kinda a tie between them. But I doubt you care, you just wanna read the story so:
Read on my epic Killjoys! :DD
When we got to the door, I let go of Frank’s hand (unfortunately), to fish out my keys.
I wish I had keys that could unlock a door by themselves.
Hmmm… I should work on that. I bet everyone would buy them.
“You know, it’s gonna take forever to get those keys out of your tight jeans.” He raised his eyebrows up.
“I- I know.” I said as I struggled to get them out.
He tapped his foot on the ground while humming some Black Flag song. “Any day now…” he began to mutter.
“Got them!” I yelled out triumphantly as I held them up, and Frank just chuckled and shook his head at me.
“Polka dot keys?” he smirked. “Really?”
I just shrugged. “Mikey went to make a copy last week, and he chose the design. The one before this was covered in pies.”
“Wow.” Frank threw his hands up in the air, “just wow.”
“Whatever.” I smiled as I finally opened the door.
We were greeted with Queen’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ blasting throughout the house as we threw our jackets into the closet.
“How did I not hear this while we were outside?!” Frank yelled to me over the loud music.
“Our house is sound-proofed!” I yelled back. “The neighbor’s kept complaining about our music, so we sound-proofed the house to get them to shut the fuck up!”
“Oh!” Frank nodded his head, just as Mikey appeared.
He was only wearing a long t-shirt that said ‘Unicorns Exist’ and some elephant slippers.
Oh, and he was holding his hair straightener in one hand and some eyeliner in the other.
Wait… that was my eyeliner.
Mikey is using MY eyeliner. My special one.
The one that cost me thirty fucking dollars.
“Uhh… hi.” Was all he managed to get out of his eyeliner stealing mouth.
Well, he can’t steal eyeliner with his mouth, but you know what I mean.
“Mikey,” I blew my fringe out of my eyes, “Can you tell me why you have my favorite eyeliner in your hand?”
“Uhhh… I found it on the floor in the bathroom?” he squeaked as he went to the stereo to turn the music down.
“Sure Mikey, sure you did.” I shot him a death glare. “And later tonight my scissors are gonna accidentally find your stuffed unicorns horn.”
“No!” he dropped my eyeliner. “Don’t hurt Sunshine!”
“Then pick up my eyeliner and give it to me.” I held out my hand, waiting for my precious beauty enhancer. I only use it when I go out somewhere important, or when I wanna feel pretty.
“O-okay.” He picked it up and placed it shakily in my hand.
“Good.” I quickly put it in my pocket. “Mikey, this is Frank.” I gestured toward Mr. What I Presume To Be Sex God.
“He’s the one who gave me my awesome nose piercing.” Mikey sheepishly waved at him.
“Frank this is Mikey. I think you see my point when I warned you.”
Frank waved and smiled at Mikey, who just reddened. “He is a strange little fucker, isn’t he?”
“You don’t know half of it.” I muttered.
Mikey gasped. “Hey! I don’t appreciate being called a strange little fucker by some dude I just met!” he waved his purple straightener around, resembling a crazed lunatic.
Frank backed up a bit. “Sorry Mikey. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Don’t be scared of him.” I giggled. “He’s about as harmless as a hamster.” Wait, I used to have a hamster that enjoyed biting me. They are not harmless.”I take that back, he’s about as harmless as a spider.”
“But spiders are scary.” Frank shivered.
“Nevermind.” I shrugged. “He’s harmless. Let’s leave it at that.”
“Anyways, you are forgiven.” Mikey smiled towards Frank. “You’re lucky you look cute, or I woulda burned you with my baby here.” He jerked his head towards his purple straightener in his hand.
Frank beamed. “Seems both Way brothers think I’m cute.”
“Well you are.” He winked at him and then turned to me. “You’re piercing looks nice Gee.”
“Thanks bro. Frankie here did an awesome job.”
“It wasn’t that hard, anything you wear would look nice on you.”
Mikey rolled his eyes as I blushed horribly. “Anyways, let’s go to the living room so I can formally talk to Frank here.”
“With coffee?” I looked up at Mikey with my best puppy dog face.
“No. It’s gonna be quick. I’m going out tonight.” He began walking to the living room, Frank and I following suit.
I glanced at Frank as we walked; and from the look on his face, he loved our house. The walls were painted random neon colors, chosen by Mikey, and covered in posters and random shit, placed there by me.
“With who?” I questioned.
“Just Ray and Bob, along with a few other random people.” Mikey shrugged. He always went out on Saturday nights, with or without me. He always managed to bring someone home, once, it was even some guy who looked like Jared Leto.
“Cool. Just make sure the person you bring home isn’t as ugly as the last dude you brought.”
Mikey just rolled his eyes, a habit he seems to have acquired.
“Both of you guys are gay?” Frank spoke up.
“Mhmm. Our parent kicked us out when I was 18 and Mikey was 15. They found us each in a different room with our boyfriends at the time.” Frank just gawked at me.
“Well Gee, now you’ve gone and scared the dude.”
“I-I’m not scared, just surprised.” Frank said. “Continue though, I wanna hear this.”
“Mikey?” I glanced at him, and he just nodded. “Go ahead, stop acting like it’s some deep dark private secret and shit. But while you do, I’m gonna go change real quick. I’ll be down in a few.”
“Alright then. C’mon Frank, off to the living room we go.” I took his arm in mine and led him to our faux red leather couch.
“Sit.” I instructed, smirking slightly.
Frank sat down, and I plopped down next to him.
“Is Mikey gonna take long?” he asked as he looked around the room. Our blown-up Misfits poster caught his attention, which was hanging on the living room’s right wall.
“Nah. He always knows what to wear. What takes him long is fixing his hair, which he usually does down here.” I gestured to a mirror on the left side.
“It looks like the mirror a teenage girl would own.” Frank giggled.
“He is at heart.” I sighed. “But I do his eyeliner sometimes, so I don’t think I should be talking.”
“I see.” He nodded his head, while trying to hold in his laughter.
“You can laugh if you want.”
So Frank began laughing like, be ready for the unimaginative simile, a hyena. It went on for a bit, long enough for Mikey to come back down.
“I’m back!” he entered, wearing some extremely tight jeans and a ‘I Love Zombies!” shirt. He was also wearing a tiara, and some neon green Converse.
Yeah, Mikey doesn’t have a real good sense of style, but he always knows what he wants to wear.
“Nice. Love the shirt.” Frank commented. “And the tiara.”
“Thanks Frankie!” Mikey smiled. “Here, try on the tiara.” He placed it on Frank’s head, clapping afterwards.
I burst out laughing, and Frank said “Look at me! I’m a pretty fucking princess!”
Then he started prancing around, to which Mikey followed suit.
“Alright.” I clapped my hands to get their attention. “Mikey, you start doing your hair, I have a feeling the guys are gonna be here soon. Frank, I thought you wanted to hear the story.”
“You’re right, I should start.” Mikey went off to the other side of the living room to begin his hair styling process.
“And I do wanna hear the story.” Frank came back to the couch and looked at me, waiting for me to continue. It looked silly, him still wearing the tiara and all.
“Alright. So our parents saw us each in bed with our boyfriends-“
“Good looking fuckers too.” Mikey cut in.
“Mikey, shut the fuck up, let me tell the story.” I shot him another glare. “Anyways, they kicked them out, naked, and took us to the living room for a talk.”
“No offense, but your parents sound kinda shitty.” Frank looked at me apologetically.
“None taken.” I waved it off. “They told us that it’s not appropriate for us to be having sex so young, especially with dudes.”
“Which is the best kind.” Mikey interrupted me as he straightened his hair.
“Mikey!” I scolded him.
“Sorry.” He mumbled.
“So they told us to stop, but we didn’t want to. So they said that if we weren’t gonna stop, we can’t live there anymore.”
“Then?” Frank was looking up at me, clearly into my story.
“We said ‘Fine’ packed our things, and left. I had money from my art, I think a gallery had just then bought one of my painting for like $2,500.”
Frank whistled and Mikey just laughed.
“So we found this house, rented it, and three years later, I bought it. Mikey continued going to school, and when he graduated, he joined a band, where he played bass.”
“But those stupid cunts kicked me out.” He grunted.
“Why?” Frank asked.
“Because I broke up with the lead singer and slept with the other guitarist.” Mikey shrugged.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” I shook my head at him. “Fast forward two years, we made the house look like this.” I gestured to my awesome place, “And I’m having a pretty decent art career, Mikey is now in a band with me, and-”
“Ray and Bob are also in it.” He cut in. “But we want another guitarist.”
Just as Frank was about to say something else, the doorbell rang.
I sprang up. “I’ll get that. It’s probably Ray and Bob. You have to meet them Frankie.”
“You really do.” Mikey muttered as he straightened the last of his hair. He then gelled the back of it, spiking it a bit here and there, then plastered down the sides and front.
“Ready.” He glanced at himself in the small mirror.
“You look good Mikey.” Frank smiled. “But not as good as your brother.”
“Yeah, well that’s what you think.” He smirked at me.
“Along with a few others!” Bob’s voice startled Frank. "I like your tiara by the way. Is it Mikey's?"
He turned to see me with two of my long time best friends. One has a humongous fro, and the other has sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Thanks." Frank blushed. "It is Mikey's though."
Time for Frank to meet the rest of the crazy gang.
A/n: So? What do you think? Was Mikey too flamboyant or something? And I'll introduce Ray and Bob next chapter. If it sucked too much, tell me so I could update every week instead. Please read rate and review!
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