Ray is now afraid of chainsaws
"Nope. Thought you had 'em when we left the venue, Gerard." he said nonchalantly.
"I'm sure Ray has them," the tall blonde mumbled. Ray had his back towards the rest of the band and he was digging in the rusty Trans-Am trunk. He moved to pull out but was stopped.
"Shit." Ray paused. "Guys, I'm stuck." he called. The blonde, Mikey snickered.
"What'd you get your fro stuck on this time?" he grinned.
"Frank's guitar. FRANK IF WE HAVE TO CUT MY FRO I'M GONNA KILL YOU." Ray yelled. The short one, Frank huffed and crossed his arms. His beaten Converse scuffed the pavement.
"How do you know it's mine?"
"It says Property Of The Sexy Rhythm Guitarist." Ray grumbled. He tried to tug himself out and yelped in pain. "DAMMIT FRANKLIN!" Frank winced and backed away. "Fuckin' midget. . . "
The sky was starting to darken as Gerard and Mikey struggled to yank Ray out. They were stood outside of a dilapidated blue motel when a large red truck rumbled up to them. A grizzled, hairy man stuck his head out.
"Y'all need a ride?" he called, and spat tobacco juice on the ground. Frank squealed and jumped in Gerard's arms, bridal style. Gerard rolled his eyes and dropped Frank on the ground with a thud.
Mikey was the first to speak up. "As you can see, sir, we were just about to enter this lovely-" Gerard elbowed him.
"Why is that'un stickin' his ass out?" Frank giggled at the question.
"I'm part of a porn shoot." Ray growled.
"He got his fro stuck on my friend's guitar." Gerard explained.
"Welp. In that case, I can help detach yer friend." the man smiled showing some missing teeth. He climbed into his truck and pulled out a nasty looking chainsaw and started it up.
"What's that noise?" Ray whimpered.
The man roared a war cry and ran straight towards Ray. The other guys screamed and jumped out of the way. The burly man raised the chainsaw above his head and proceeded to cut around Ray's fro, shearing some chunks off here and there. When he was finished he dragged Ray out.
"MY HAAAAAIIIIRRRRR." Ray wailed, patting it. Frank moved to comfort him but Ray knocked Frank over with one hand. He leaped onto Frank and began to pummel Frank. "THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE, MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Mikey and Gerard moved to pull Ray off and as they yanked him up a golden key flew from his fro, along with other miscellaneous items. The key landed straight into a storm drain.
"So that's where my boxers went!" Mikey exclaimed. The others stared at where the key went in dismay.
"Th-the key." Gerard stuttered. His face went blank for a moment and then it turned into pure rage. "YOU HAD THE MOTHERFUCKING KEY THE WHOLE TIME?!!" he advanced towards Ray and Ray dragged Frank in front of him as protection.
"THIS IS LIKE THE LAST TIME WHEN YOU LOST BANDIT."
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU WERE PREOCCUPIED WITH THE PICKLES."
"AND THEN YOU KIDNAPPED ALICIA." Mikey screamed.
"I DIDN'T KIDNAP HER SHE FELL IN MY FRO ON HER OWN FREE WILL."
Frank sidled into the circle they made. "And now you have a sexy, young nineteen year old." Frank said, winking. Mikey shoved him.
"We'ell, if y'all wanna stand there fightin' all day, I best be headin' out now. You can hitch a ride to where I'm camping, though and stay the night there." the trucker shrugged.
"Please take us with you!" Frank fell to his knees and latched onto the man's legs. "They abuse me!" he panted. The man pulled Frank off him and nodded.
"Hop in the back then."
Mikey adjusted his navy beany. "Are you sure it's safe?"
"Who cares if it's safe, we get free food!" Ray grinned, pushing between the others and hopping into the back of the truck.
Part Two: The guys experience the wild and sexual bears
OKAY HAI GUISE. IT'S MIAH. SO. I WORKED REEAAALLLLY HARD ON THIS AND IT'D BE QUITE LOVERLY IF'N YA COULD RATE AND REVIEW. ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO ARE, LIKE MY BEST FRIENDS. BUT I LOVE YOU ALL ON HERE SO WHATEVER. PLEASE? IT'D LIFT MY SPIRITS. :'3