Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Take My Fucking Hand
Keep it down.
2 ReviewsMessy houses, lost shirts, and hall mirrors.
Hello lovely people of FicWad :)
So yeah, short again and not much happening, but I'm not sure about the next chapter so I'm busy deciding to take a risk with it.
Btw Take My Fucking Hand just got about 2200!!!!!!!! I think ive just died!!! The other stories haven't even reached 800 yet:D I feel so loved XD
So anyway, hope you like this mini chapter, and the next one might be a bit later than normal!
Enjoy xxx
Mikey's p.o.v.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, not okay.
Lacey's coming over in 10 minutes and the house is a mess. Not to mention the fact that Gerard and Frank have just gone down to Gerard's bedroom. I race around the rooms, picking up stray things, trying to find a place for them. I hear a small moan from Gerard's bedroom, so I decide to ask them to keep it down before it gets louder. I stomp my way down the wooden stairs, knocking on the door,
"What is it Mikey?" Gerard voice comes from inside, clearly annoyed.
"I, er... have someone coming round, so can you guys keep the noise down," I sigh, "Please?" I finish as the door opens. Gerard stands at the door way, shirtless, and Frank's sitting on the bed looking pissed. "Sorry, but Lacey's coming round and I don't want her hearing you guys." I say, biting my bottom lip.
"It's cool Mikey, we'll keep it down," He glances at Frank, "Well I'll try." Frank giggles, blushing slightly. I scrunch my nose up,
"Uh, thanks." I mutter before spiriting up the stairs, checking my hair in the hallway mirror.
The door bell rings, making me jump. Okay, okay okay o- shut up and get the door. Standing there was Lacey, her auburn hair curled slightly. She was wearing an Anthrax t-shirt again, but a different one this time, a leather jacket, red skinny jeans and knee length biker boots. God she looked pretty.
"Er, hey Mikey." She said, smiling nervously.
"Hi." I reply, moving inside so she could come in. "Sorry it's a bit of a mess," I say as we walk into the kitchen, "Coffee?"
"Yes please!" She smiled.
Gerard's p.o.v.
"Uh, thanks." Mikey says before retreating back up the stairs. I shake my head and turn back to Frank after shutting the door. I walk back over to the bed, sitting down on Franks lap, my legs on either side of his. Grinning, he leans in to kiss my neck, sucking gently at my jaw bone.
"Frankie, don't make me moan." I say, not wanting my brother to kill me, because he will.
"Too bad," He murmured into my ear, fingers gliding along my back. I tug his shirt over his head, chucking it somewhere towards my bookshelves, which are filled with comics rather than books. I bring his lips back to mine, slowly entering my tongue into his mouth. Frank leans backwards onto the bed, pulling me on top of him. He deepen our kiss, making me struggle to keep my moan in, god why does Mikey decide now and here is the right time to ask a girl round?!
"H-how about we go back to yours?" I breath, smiling at his now pink face. Then Frank face falls, as if he remembers something,
"Shit Gerard, we can't! My moms off work today!" I could hear the annoyance in his voice.
"Well we could just hang out. Or put some music on so you can't hear?" I hinted, making Frank grin,
"Sounds like a plan."
I hop off Frank and grab my shirt from the ground, sliding it on.
"Hey Gee, where's my shirt?" Frank asks, glancing around the room.
"On the book shelf." I say, nodding to the direction of the crowded shelf. After Frank put back on his shirt we head up the stairs, hand in hand.
"Hey, Gee!" I hear Mikey call from the kitchen, we walk in to see Mikey sitting next to a pretty girl with wavy auburn hair. Lacey.
"What my dear Mikey?" I ask politely, but really just wanting to get to Frank's room.
"I - woah what happened to you?" Mikey asked, looking at me, startled. I go back into the hall to see the mirror. My hair was sticking up in random directions, my cheeks were a pink colour and there were red marks all over my neck. I walk back into the kitchen as Frank shakes Lacy's hand.
"Frank is what happened to me." I say brightly, turning to the girl with red jeans, "Hey I'm Gerard, nice to finally meet you, Mikey was starting to get on my nerves texting you all the time." I say smiling.
"I'm Lacey. Sorry about that. My mom was getting pissed as well." She says smiling.
"Well Mikey, I'm just going over to Frankie's for a bit as you are being a killjoy." I say grinning at Mikey, who looks very irritated as I kiss Franks cheek. I noticed Lacey frown, oh god what if she was a homophobe?!
Mikey must have noticed as well,
"Uh Lacey, your not a homophobe are you?" Mikey asked, slightly worried.
"Oh no, my sisters gay and so is one of my friends. I'm definitely okay with people being gay!" She says, nodding at me and Frank.
"Okay, sorry just had to make sure." Mikey breathed, smiling at her.
"Cool. Bye." I grab Franks hand, leading him out the door.
So yeah you can probably guess what the next chapter might be about if I can write it good enough! Don't you dare look at me like that Eilidh!
R&R and get a kissy from Mikey (Lacey won't mind!)
Thanks again for reading!!!!!!!!!!
So yeah, short again and not much happening, but I'm not sure about the next chapter so I'm busy deciding to take a risk with it.
Btw Take My Fucking Hand just got about 2200!!!!!!!! I think ive just died!!! The other stories haven't even reached 800 yet:D I feel so loved XD
So anyway, hope you like this mini chapter, and the next one might be a bit later than normal!
Enjoy xxx
Mikey's p.o.v.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, not okay.
Lacey's coming over in 10 minutes and the house is a mess. Not to mention the fact that Gerard and Frank have just gone down to Gerard's bedroom. I race around the rooms, picking up stray things, trying to find a place for them. I hear a small moan from Gerard's bedroom, so I decide to ask them to keep it down before it gets louder. I stomp my way down the wooden stairs, knocking on the door,
"What is it Mikey?" Gerard voice comes from inside, clearly annoyed.
"I, er... have someone coming round, so can you guys keep the noise down," I sigh, "Please?" I finish as the door opens. Gerard stands at the door way, shirtless, and Frank's sitting on the bed looking pissed. "Sorry, but Lacey's coming round and I don't want her hearing you guys." I say, biting my bottom lip.
"It's cool Mikey, we'll keep it down," He glances at Frank, "Well I'll try." Frank giggles, blushing slightly. I scrunch my nose up,
"Uh, thanks." I mutter before spiriting up the stairs, checking my hair in the hallway mirror.
The door bell rings, making me jump. Okay, okay okay o- shut up and get the door. Standing there was Lacey, her auburn hair curled slightly. She was wearing an Anthrax t-shirt again, but a different one this time, a leather jacket, red skinny jeans and knee length biker boots. God she looked pretty.
"Er, hey Mikey." She said, smiling nervously.
"Hi." I reply, moving inside so she could come in. "Sorry it's a bit of a mess," I say as we walk into the kitchen, "Coffee?"
"Yes please!" She smiled.
Gerard's p.o.v.
"Uh, thanks." Mikey says before retreating back up the stairs. I shake my head and turn back to Frank after shutting the door. I walk back over to the bed, sitting down on Franks lap, my legs on either side of his. Grinning, he leans in to kiss my neck, sucking gently at my jaw bone.
"Frankie, don't make me moan." I say, not wanting my brother to kill me, because he will.
"Too bad," He murmured into my ear, fingers gliding along my back. I tug his shirt over his head, chucking it somewhere towards my bookshelves, which are filled with comics rather than books. I bring his lips back to mine, slowly entering my tongue into his mouth. Frank leans backwards onto the bed, pulling me on top of him. He deepen our kiss, making me struggle to keep my moan in, god why does Mikey decide now and here is the right time to ask a girl round?!
"H-how about we go back to yours?" I breath, smiling at his now pink face. Then Frank face falls, as if he remembers something,
"Shit Gerard, we can't! My moms off work today!" I could hear the annoyance in his voice.
"Well we could just hang out. Or put some music on so you can't hear?" I hinted, making Frank grin,
"Sounds like a plan."
I hop off Frank and grab my shirt from the ground, sliding it on.
"Hey Gee, where's my shirt?" Frank asks, glancing around the room.
"On the book shelf." I say, nodding to the direction of the crowded shelf. After Frank put back on his shirt we head up the stairs, hand in hand.
"Hey, Gee!" I hear Mikey call from the kitchen, we walk in to see Mikey sitting next to a pretty girl with wavy auburn hair. Lacey.
"What my dear Mikey?" I ask politely, but really just wanting to get to Frank's room.
"I - woah what happened to you?" Mikey asked, looking at me, startled. I go back into the hall to see the mirror. My hair was sticking up in random directions, my cheeks were a pink colour and there were red marks all over my neck. I walk back into the kitchen as Frank shakes Lacy's hand.
"Frank is what happened to me." I say brightly, turning to the girl with red jeans, "Hey I'm Gerard, nice to finally meet you, Mikey was starting to get on my nerves texting you all the time." I say smiling.
"I'm Lacey. Sorry about that. My mom was getting pissed as well." She says smiling.
"Well Mikey, I'm just going over to Frankie's for a bit as you are being a killjoy." I say grinning at Mikey, who looks very irritated as I kiss Franks cheek. I noticed Lacey frown, oh god what if she was a homophobe?!
Mikey must have noticed as well,
"Uh Lacey, your not a homophobe are you?" Mikey asked, slightly worried.
"Oh no, my sisters gay and so is one of my friends. I'm definitely okay with people being gay!" She says, nodding at me and Frank.
"Okay, sorry just had to make sure." Mikey breathed, smiling at her.
"Cool. Bye." I grab Franks hand, leading him out the door.
So yeah you can probably guess what the next chapter might be about if I can write it good enough! Don't you dare look at me like that Eilidh!
R&R and get a kissy from Mikey (Lacey won't mind!)
Thanks again for reading!!!!!!!!!!
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