"I didn't say you like him, did I?" he said. "But that's what you always try to imply," I replied. He just stared at me. I sighed, "OK I kind of admire his looks now, because I did it. And it ma...
I was lying in my bunk, with my earphones, listening to Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll by The Killers, my eyes closed. We were on our way to U.K. My iPod was right beside me, my hands were rested on my lap. Suddenly the song stopped. I popped my eyes open and turned to my side, Gerard was fiddling with my iPod.
"For God's sakes, don't you have anything else to do!" I snapped, sitting up and snatching it away from him.
"You could turn it down, I was trying to sleep but of course I can't with your iPod blaring as if you're making the whole world listen to The Killers!" he complained.
"Go put some earphones or anything, I don't whine when you listen to anything," I snapped angrily, glaring at him.
"The point is, it's too loud and I can't sleep," he said. "When I listen to songs you can barely hear it, because I am such a considerate person."
It was true, I mean the part about him listening to songs and no one would hear coz it's not loud, but heck, I was annoyed! "Considerate?" I repeated, then laughed cruelly. "Do you even know the true meaning of the word? You seem like you're making up another meaning for that word! Considerate? If all considerate people were like you, the world would rather have bad asses all around."
"Oh, the great Blue is putting up a fight again. You're such a rude woman, you know that? Wait…you're not even worthy to be called a woman. Women aren't childish like you. You need to grow up, be mature!" he exclaimed.
"Look who's talking, Mr. I-love-comic-books-and-I'm-going-to-annoy-the-shit-out-of-Lacey! How can you tell me to be mature when you are so like a 5-year-old yourself?" I retorted, jumping down from my bunk to face him.
He laughed, "You see? Get over yourself! You're making every petty fight big."
"Well who starts it? Let me tell you, Way. You start it, I finish it," I said.
"What are you, some kind of psycho? Now what, you want to finish everything I start?" he snapped back.
"You are the psycho, Mr.! And didn't it ever occur to you that the reason why I want to finish everything you start is because you are not capable of finishing it?"
"Wow, maybe one time while we're having a show you could walk up to the stage and finish Famous Last Words!"
"Fuck you!" I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Come ON, if you say it, do it!"
"Fuck yourself!" I yelled. "Like what you do in every show!"
"Well maybe you should try it too so your brains would start functioning well," he said touching my head, I slapped his hand away.
"Do NOT touch me ever again you narcissistic beast!"
"Why, afraid you'll flinch?" he taunted.
"No, I'm afraid I'll get infected with the same incurable disease that you have!" I said.
Suddenly the bus stopped. Gerard and I looked around. Worm was driving, and Brian was seated beside him, shaking his head. The guys and the girls were all either looking or shaking their heads or smirking at us.
"Are we in Dallas yet?" asked Gerard.
"Nope, but if you are going to continue fighting, you better get off this bus," said Brian calmly and casually. Maybe they finally got fed up of all the fights. I hope they are also done with pairing us off. Maybe they finally realized Gerard and I were really meant to clash. I rolled my eyes as I climbed into my bunk. I put on my earphones and before I pressed play, I glared at Gerard, pointing my index finger at him.
"DON'T start with me," I said, warning.
"Just keep it down," he muttered as he went to lie down in his bunk.
The boys were preparing for a photo shoot that afternoon, I was done with everyone except Gerard, and I was currently doing his. I grabbed the eyeliner pencil and started applying it on him. His eyes were tweaky and it was getting hard for me. I finally stood straight, "Don't let your eyes get tweaky!"
"I can't help it," he said. I shook my head and began applying again, and it was the same thing, eyes tweaky.
"Come on!" I exclaimed.
"I can't help it okay, deal with it!" he exclaimed.
"Well maybe you should apply eyeliner on yourself and see how hard it is with your eyes oh-so-effing-tweaky!" I snapped.
"I'm not the make-up artist am I?" he shot back.
I glared at him first before continuing. Lots of tweaking and moments later he was ready. He just walked away, and like the usual, he didn't even bother to thank me. Well at least he didn't say something that would make me ruin his make-up. Oh wait I should have done that! Why didn't I?
I was watching as the photographers did their job. After a while they began taking solo ones of Gerard. I continued watching. I must admit, he did look kind of hot. Kind of. With that black suit, short but not too short black hair, and well his hazel eyes were really…amazing that day. It was the first time in a long time I had seen him again with eyeliner. And he looked kind of cute, no denying on that.
Realizing I was smiling like an idiot I shook my head, trying to get his image out of my head. Damn what would they all think if they see me like this? For sure they would say I have the hots for Gerard, and well I don't want anymore teasing.
"Hey," suddenly said someone from behind, I quickly turned around and saw Brian. I smiled.
"Hey," I said, well I didn't flinch there.
"Brought you coffee," he said handing me a cup of Starbucks.
"Thanks." I took it and began sipping. I loved Starbucks. Unfortunately Gerard does as well.
"He looks great," Brian said.
Without thinking twice I replied with a nod, "He does."
He looked at me shocked. "Now that's a surprise."
"I mean come on, with me applying make-up on him he looked kind of okay. All thanks to me, I improved his naturally annoying face," I quickly protested. Damn I should think before I talk, if I really want them to stop with all the pairing off.
"OK," he said in a kind of cheerful tone, I looked at him and he had a skeptic smile on his face.
"What? I don't like him. He's a jerk," I said.
"I didn't say you like him, did I?" he said.
"But that's what you always try to imply," I replied. He just stared at me. I sighed, "OK I kind of admire his looks now, because I did it. And it made him look human again."
"Admiration," he said.
"I have a lot of admiration for myself," I said. "I'm a great make-up artist. You just have to look at Gerard to prove it."
"Now that's what you call smug," he joked, I laughed. At least the topic was diverted.
"I deserve to be a bit smug," I playfully said.
"Yeah maybe sometimes you do. You're a great make-up artist. I hope we will never have to replace you," he said.
"As long as Alicia's with Mikey," I said, "you won't."
Not unless I get fed up with Gerard.