I'm very bored okay? R&r please c:
"-IT MEANS NO WORRIES FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS! IT'S OUR PROBLEM FREE PHILOSOPHY! HAKUNA MATATA!"
she then went through numerous other Disney songs like Colours of the Wind from Pocohontas and Girl Worth Fighting For from Mulan.
She was so busy singing she didn't hear the doorbell ring and her dad answering it.
She continued to sing until all the hot water ran out then she turned off the shower and got out wrapping a towel around her.
Once her body was dry she wrapped the towel round her head in an attempt to dry her hair she was talking to herself randomly whilst doing this because it was too quiet.
Putting on her underwear and bra she though she'll put on her t shirt and skinny jeans in her room because the water vapour still filled the room making it very humid.
She hung up the bath mat on the edge of the bath and opened the window watching the water vapour swirl out of the room.
Unlocking the door she grabbed her pyjamas and her t shirt and jeans and opened the door turning off the light in the bathroom as she did so.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a group of 4 men standing in her hall, dropping her clothes onto the step she went back into the bathroom, grabbed her glasses and went out of the room again to see who they were.
Recognising them her mouth fell open and a squeal escaped from it.
"omgomgomgomgomgomogmomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgIT'SMYCHEMICALFUCKINGROMANCE!!!!!!!!" she screamed very quickly. They all looked at the teenage girl with confused looks at the lack of clothes.
Then realizing she was just in her underwear and bra she held one finger up and said "one minute"
Grabbing the clothes she legged it into her room which looked like war torn Baghdad she dumped her clothes onto her bed took off her glasses and ran to her wardrobe.
She rummaged through her draw full of t shirts and was stuck deciding what top to wear her MCR one or her Clash one.
Walking onto the landing she shouted down at the 4 musicians
"What top should I wear?! My MCR one or my Clash one?!"
"Er.....you're Clash one?" said Frank after a minutes silence
"Okay!" she said brightly pulling on the sleeveless top on, she went back into her room and put on her black size 6 skinny jeans. She turned on her TV and her DVD player and put in Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge singing along loudly as she plugged in her hair dryer.
Turning it on she dried her hair as quickly as she could so it was bone dry then switched on her hair straighteners and opening up her makeup bag.
Once her GHD's were fully warmed up she began to straighten her damaged gingery blondish hair which was a result of her trying to dye her hair blonde after she dyed it black.
Once it was as straight as humanly possible she opened the tub of pale foundation and began to apply it. She put on quite a lot so it covered most of her spots and blackheads, she spread it over her lips even though she her lips were in quite a bad condition and got her eye liner out.
She didn't own any liquid eye liner and wasn't going to get paid from her job until tomorrow so she applied a lot of her eye pencil around her eyes a bit too much it looked like she's been punched in the face but she didn't care. She then put on her mascara making her eyelashes extremely long and dark.
Then picking up one of her many hair brushes she began to tease her hair at the top and scrunched it up with her hand making it much bigger than it was before.
Pushing her fringe out of her eyes she took one final look in the mirror in her wardrobe.
Pleased with how she looked she paused the CD which was currently playing The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You and exited her room.
Going down the stairs she saw that the band weren't in the hall anymore, taking a deep inhale thinking they had left and she wasted all that time for nothing she opened the door to the front room and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw them sitting on the sofa drinking coffee.
"Hai. So you're Rosie right?" asked Gerard in his sexy voice making her legs turn to jelly
"Er yeah" she smiled and saw the only space left was in between Frank and Gerard on the sofa. But being the awkward person she was she just sat in the middle of the carpet staring at the band.
"Rosie I am your father." said Gerard nervously scratching the back of his neck.
"Hehe Star Wars quote" she giggled
They all looked at her as if she was mentally retarded as she continued to smile determined not to show her fucked up teeth. Her large eyes bulging slightly so she looked like a mental patient.
"Er.....did you understand what I said?" he asked nervously after a couple minutes of awkward silence
"Oh I understood perfectly what you said" she said smiling still "Just a bit weird since I fancy you...oh shit I shouldn't have said that" she cursed seeing the look of horror on his face.
"Er...any other member of the band you fancy?" he asked nervously
"Just you and Frank." It was Frank's turn to look scared now. "Oh and I ship Frerard."
They looked at each other then back to her
"Please don't tell me you write fan fiction."
"I'm a 15 year old fan girl of course I write fan fiction!"
"So what now?" she asked after a minute
"Well...erm would you like to come and live with me or do you want to still live here?"
"Live with you!" she said without a moments hesitation. "The question is do you want to live with me?"
He nodded silently wondering what the fuck was wrong with her
"Er okay well I'll talk to your dad and you can go pack your stuff."
"Okay!" she said standing up.
"Do you want any help?" asked Mikey speaking for the first time since arriving
"Please. Just a warning my room is a tip and I have about a gazillion posters." he nodded showing her understood and followed her out of the room.
Opening the cupboard underneath the top staircase she got out her flowery suitcase and dragged it into her room.
"Woah" said Mikey simply as he took in all the posters the majority of which were My Chemical Romance. It must have been weird for him to see multiple faces staring at him. "Don't they scare you at night?"
"Ha! No. I get freaked out if they're not there."
She then began to take down all the posters removing the started to remove the blue tac and make a ball.
"Right will my DVD's and videos work in the USA?" she asked once all the posters were removed.
"Fuck! I'll just buy copies of them in america." she said dismissively.
Putting all the clothes that she actually wore and packed them it was time to pack her books.
"Ah." she said staring at the full shelves in front of her. She did have some books she didn't read and didn't want to read but the majority she couldn't part with and had to find a way of packing them all. There was also her wand that she got from the Harry Potter park at disney the year before and got signed by Warick Davis.
She managed to cushion it in between clothes, she then packed her shoes and went around her room for numerous other items when she got to her computer she stared at it for a moment then turned to Mikey.
"Do you have a memory stick?"
"Not on me no."
"I have fanfiction saved on here and my memory stick has fucked up." she bit her lip for a moment thinking then suddenly ran out of the room and thundered down the stairs and into the front room.
"Dad!" she said as soon as she entered the front room.
"Yes?" answered Gerard and Andy.
She sighed dramatically
"Do you have a memory stick I could have cause mine has fucked up?"
"Er sure." he handed her a small black memory stick which she thanked him then ran upstairs plugged it into the computer and saved all the fanfiction files she had.
She put it into her Death Note messenger bag along with other items she would need on the plane including her travel sickness tablets.
"When is the flight?" she asked Mikey
"In about 5 hours."
She nodded to show she understood and ran to the bathroom to collect her toiletries then ran back into her room to pack the final stuff.
She had to sit on her suitcase in order for it shut.
Her and Mikey managed to drag the fucking heavy suitcase down teh stairs before it could crush either of them and stood in silence waiting for Andy to stop talking about motorbikes and say goodbye to her.
Once he had finished they hugged tightly and she slipped in her shoes before leaving the house forever.
The airport was not very interesting apart from her and Frank chasing each other round the departure lounge earning many tuts and mutters of "kids these days" not knowing that Frank was in fact 30.
She took her travel sickness tablets 3 hours prior to the flight so she wouldn't throw up everywhere.
Once on the flight she sat in the middle in between Gerard and Frank whilst Ray and Mikey sat near the window to the right of them.
She, Gerard and Frank began to chat throughout the entire flight about numerous topics like politics, war, music, homosexuality and stuff like that.
Rosie never liked it when a plane started to descend her hand really hurt and she took deep breaths closing her eyes she then noticed that a hand gripped hers in a reassuringly way. opening her eyes she saw that it was Gerard's and he smiled. She smiled in return then closed her eyes again as he ears popped.
Once the plane had landed she let go of Gerard's hand and waited until a lot of people had left before she got her bags and made her way off the plane.
When she got off the plane she was glad she hates flying but doesn't like to say anything.
"So have you been to America before?" asked Ray conversationally
"Yeah this will be my 7th time. The first was when I was 18 months in Virginia, then when I was 6 in Florida then Florida again when I was 8 then Virginia and Florida when I was 11 then Arizona when I was 12 and Florida again last year."
"Wow. You go to Florida a lot"
"Yeah that's cause my sister is autistic and so she loves Disney land so we have to go a lot."
They nodded but said nothing as she collected her luggage, she had to go through different customs since she had a British passport so it took longer than hoped to get through.
Once she got to the nearest restroom she grabbed her short shorts from her luggage and changed into them.
Exiting the airport they all crammed into a taxi. Gerard gave the driver his address and he drove off.
They didn't talk during the journey instead Rosie just stared out of the window now thinking of all the people she has left behind.
They arrived at the house stepping out and getting her luggage she looked up and her jaw fell open.
"You live here?!" she asked
"Er...yeah otherwise we wouldn't be standing outside it."
"It's fucking HUGE!"
"Way to state the obvious!" said Frank rolling his eyes narrowly avoiding the slap directed at him by the 15 year old.
Upon entering the house which looked more like a fucking mansion she was suddenly in a huge embrace by Lindsey
"Er...haidder" she said her voice slightly muffled due to her being crushed.
"Oh sorry" she apologized letting go the young girl stumbled slightly not used to being hugged so violently...well she had been hugged that violently before but she was expecting it then.
"I'll show you to your room" she said smiling taking her hand and leading her upstairs.
Rosie's room was on the top floor it was wide and spacious with a grand window with a good view of the street below. there was a large bookcase and a large king sized bed
"Wow thank you." she said gratefully placing her bags in a corner. She opened the big suitcase and started to stick all the posters up making sure there were no gaps in which the black paint would show.
Once that was completed she noticed Lyn-z was still hovering by the door. turning to her she smiled encouragingly silently asking her to say whatever it was she wanted.
"Erm... would you like to go shopping with me and the guys? You can have whatever you want."
"Do you want to be bankrupt?"
yeah I've spent all day writing this for no reason what so ever so yeah...rate and review please :)