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A/N--- OH MEH GAWD PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR NOT UPDATING THIS. I couldn't think of anything ><

this chapter is shit because of that. Thanks to all of you who harassed me to get a move on; you can put away your torches and pitchforks now cuz here it is ^^

xoxo Tabi

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Ch.9--- A Cart, Condoms, and a Hose; Oh My

"No matter what we do the gym is still ugly." Pete called from the stage, hands wrapped around the edge and feet swinging back and forth with his heels hitting the stage.

"Shut up and do streamers." I yelled across the gym to him, sitting Indian style on the sleek shiny floor, sliding string through the little holes on metallic hearts for them to hang in the door ways and wherever else they see fit.

"I am." Pete said, grabbing one of the balls of streamer and chucking it at me, the pink papery material unraveling as it flew across the gym towards me. "See? I'm good at this." Pete said with proud amusement as the streamer ball hit the floor, rolling madly across the floor.

"That's not how you decorate, dumbass." Brendon said with a sigh, dragging tables and chairs into the gymnasium for the students to sit at when they don't want to be up dancing.

"Well I don't want to be here." Pete said, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's your guy's fault we're stuck decorating for the damn dance."

"This is completely and utterly your fault Wentz so drop it." Brendon said sternly, using all his body to drag the metal across the floor from the hall where the janitors so nicely left it all for him.

"If you didn't try to break me out of detention we wouldn't be doing this." Pete defended himself.

"If you kept your damn clothes on then we wouldn't have had to break you out of detention." I replied bitterly to Pete, getting really pissed off at the stupid string that just didn't want to cooperate. "So this is ultimately your fault." There was a loud crashing noise and I looked over to see Brendon beneath a bunch of the chairs. "Shit; you ok B?" I asked, jumping up and quickly rushing over to him with Pete joining me as well to help get Brendon out from the pile.

"Fucking chairs..." He muttered, pushing some of the chairs off his body then crawling out, letting them crash to the floor again. "Why did I get the hardest job?"

"Why are you such a whimp?" Pete asked with a smirk but that only seemed to aggravate Brendon even more. Before he had time to punch Pete like I had previously, I quickly thought of something to brighten his mood.

"I think it's time for a break." I said and they both looked to me curiously. I glanced around the gym, looking at our nice mess, then looked out in the hallway where Brendon was getting the chairs from. "Come with me." I said with a smile, walking through the doorway and into the hall. The chairs had been mostly cleared from the car so I pushed the few over, jumping as they slammed into the ground then grabbed the bar of the cart and moved it away from the chairs. "Ride anyone?" I asked.

"Definitely." Pete said, jumping onto the cart and sitting towards the front of the long plank, crossing his legs Indian style and holding tightly to the plank.

"Sure." Brendon said with a sigh, smiling as he got on behind Pete and wove his arms through the bars which looped around the top.

"We ask that you keep hands, feet, other limbs, and clothes inside the cart at all times. Please hold on tightly and do not exit until you are instructed to do so." I started, planting my feet firmly on the ground and wrapping my fingers so tightly around the handle that my knuckles were turning white. "Enjoy your ride." I smirked, Pete bouncing slightly and Brendon doing all he could not to kick Pete off. I took a deep breath then used all my strength to start pushing the cart down the hall away from the gym and pile of chairs, keeping it steady as I went. Once it started moving though it became a lot easier so I started to run, laughing for no reason as we went along.

"Wheeeeeee!" Brendon called out, pulling his legs close to his body. Once we had a decent speed going I jumped onto the back, sticking my feet beside Brendon's body and leaning over the rail to balance the weight better. We rolled by the empty classrooms, the noise of the wheels squeaking echoing through the vacant hallway along with Pete who was creating his own action music at the front.

However, the cart has no brakes or steering for that matter so our fun only lasted for so long. As we drew closer to the end of the hall I realized that the cart wasn't stopping anytime soon and there was no way I could stop it so I yelled "abandon ship!" then jumped off, Pete and Brendon jumping off opposite sides as well. The cart went slamming into the wall and I winced some at the loud noise it made then burst into laughter with Pete and Brendon who were laying on the ground laying away. "Oops..." I said between my gasps as the cart fell over onto its side.

"You suck at driving!" Brendon said, looking up at me with his normal cheery eyes. I stuck my tongue out at him and decided to leave the cart where it was, turning on my heel to go back to the gym to finish decorating so I could leave the school and hang out with Gerard. "Frankie; wait up!" Brendon called, scrambling to his feet and jogging to walk beside me. "Comin' Pete?" He called over his shoulder to Pete who was still on his back laughing.

"No; go on without me!" Pete said and I rolled my eyes.

"You're still responsible for streamers!" I called back to him though I knew Brendon and I would get stuck doing it for his lazy ass.

"Race you?" Brendon asked with an excited smile and gleaming eyes so I shrugged and nodded. "On your mark, get set, GO!" Brendon and I both started running, our feet squeaking against the tile as we made our way quickly back to the gym. Brendon slid and fell, causing me to burst into laughter as I looked over my shoulder at him which inevitably caused me to miss the open door in front of me which my face met quite literally and sent me to the ground as well.

"T-that...was...p-priceless!" Brendon said, sitting on his knees and holding his gut as he laughed so hard he began to choke. I groaned, my hands going up to my face in agony as I felt pain run through it but luckily couldn't detect blood coming out of anywhere.

"Nice Frankie." I opened my eyes and saw Pete standing over me with a giant smile as he extended his arm down to help me up. I removed one of my hands from my face and put it in Pete's extended one, letting him pull me up onto my feet again while still clutching my face. "I mean, that door is clearly invisible and totally hard to see." He started laughing.

"Fuck you." I muttered, shoving him and walking towards the gym again.

"Aww, don't be such a poor sport Frankie." Pete said, following me back to the gym while a very drunk looking Brendon managed to walk on the other side of me, still laughing and holding onto his gut with one hand as he stumbled along. "We're just having fun."

"My face hurts." I mumbled into my hand since it was still over my face, pain throbbing through it.

"No shit." Brendon said, looping one arm around my shoulders. "You like full on force slammed it into a door." He started laughing all over again, leaning on me with his head on my shoulder so I basically dragged him back to the gym.

"Fuck decorating." Pete said as we got closer. "I have a far better idea that will surely be a more entertaining way to waste our night away." I stopped and looked at him, shoving Brendon off of me and letting both my hands dangle beside my body.

"No truth or dare." I told him and Pete rolled his eyes, scoffing. "And you keep your clothes on."

"Always taking the fun out of everything." Pete sighed and Brendon held himself upright, managing to calm himself. "I've been dying to have a water balloon fight and it's been unusually warm out lately."

"We don't have balloons." I told him and Pete sighed, grabbing my hand as well as Brendon's.

"No but we have something far better."

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Pete sure is a very creative person; I'll give him that. He dragged us out of the building, telling some of our admirers to finish decorating for us so we could go have our water balloon fight in the back fields. While Pete went to get the 'supplies', he told Brendon and I to text everyone and tell them to drop what they're doing to come join in the merriment. Needless to say, none of us were really shocked when Pete returned with a bucket full of water filled condoms.

Yes, we're having a water condom fight.

It's not like we were short on those while we didn't have balloons. Both work just as well but condoms are slightly misshapen and hurt royally when you get hit. The school supplies condoms because as a GLBT school we are strong supporters of safe sex so we could afford to lose a few to a water fight. Pete of course didn't make things any better by saying that he added soap to them too so they were truly filled with white stuff.

"So the rules are as follows;" Pete said, setting the bucket down while we gathered around to listen to him, eyes rolling, heads shaking, and heavy sighing. "Anyone is fair game; no teams. No aiming for the face or genitals." Bob smiled and I couldn't help but snicker at the thought of one of us clutching desperately to our balls on the ground. I mean, it's funny until it happens to you. "The game goes on until all the condoms are gone."

"Shirts and shoes are the only clothes allowed to leave the body." Patrick added, looking directly to Pete who was giving him his best, fake look of innocence. "Nice try Wentz." He said with boredom so Pete flung his arms around Patrick's neck and slammed his lips against Patrick's.

"No PDA!" I said, smacking the back Pete's head. "Down boy!" Pete flipped me off and waited until Patrick couldn't breathe before pulling his lips from his.

"Grab some condoms and run." Pete said, bending down to grab a few from the bucket and run off towards the field.

"Doesn't that sound familiar?" Brendon asked with a smirk, looking to me and making me laugh as I nodded my head. Everyone took a few of the water/soap filled condoms and started off in different directions around the field.

"Your friends are extremely odd." Gerard said, walking along side me and examining the condom.

"Yeah but they're fun." I shrugged, walking up the steps of the bleachers to sit up top and throw my few condoms at people until my hands were free and available to do other things. Pete initiated the war by chucking a condom at nothing so everyone began dueling while I sat backwards on the top bench, Gerard taking a seat beside me.

My first victim was Ryan who thought he could get away with hiding below the bleachers. I waited until he was almost completely below me, holding the condom over him then letting it go, watching it slam into the top of his head and burst, Ryan actually falling to the ground which made me laugh when I knew he was ok. Gerard laughed as well but when I noticed Brendon glaring at me, I knew I was in serious trouble so I quickly handed all my water condoms to Gerard. "I'll be back in a minute." I told him and he gave me a look of confusion then looked to where Brendon was now running towards the bleachers, mouthing 'oh' and nodding.

I pulled my legs out and stood up, running down the bench and listening to my feet clank against the metal as I made my way to the stairs. I reached the cement and ran down them, jumping over the railing so I was on the track, looking around to make sure the coast was clear. "Get back here Iero!" I heard Brendon yell, seeing him by the entrance to the track. I smirked and shook my head, waiting for him to catch up a little before starting to run away.

Brendon threw the condoms at me, missing me, and making me laugh as I ran away from him, keeping my eyes straight ahead this time to make sure I didn't run into anything. Even when his hands were empty, Brendon continued to chase me and the others started gathering around the fence surrounding the track, cheering Brendon on as he ran after me. Gerard mindless dropped the condoms from the top of the bleacher to dispose of them and I ran in circles from Brendon.

Then the mass cheating started. I was running around the track when I suddenly got pelted with a stream of freezing water, falling down from the sheer impact. Bob and Ray were laughing hysterically, having found a hose, and I pushed my soaked hair from my face. Water ran down my face and I blinked my eyes, noticing Brendon catching up with me again. "Fuckers!" I shot at Bob and Ray who continued to laugh, pulling myself up to run from Brendon again.

Running got a lot harder with my soaked clothes though. Not only was I slower from my added weight now but it didn't take me long to realize that everyone else except Patrick who went to sit beside Gerard, decided to help Brendon in his quest to catch me. I groaned and jumped over the fence of the track, running across the open field now. Pete got over the fence with no problem, having run away from the cops many times with me, and Brendon stopped running as he took time to make sure Ryan was ok. "Why are you running after me?" I yelled back to Pete, not stopping at all because Pete's a fast runner.

"Because I can." Pete yelled back, gaining on me. That's what I get for smoking. Plus my clothes are really pulling me down. "Isn't this better than decorating a gym?"

"Not really!" I yelled, turning and running back towards the school, going behind the bleachers; completely forgetting about Bob and Ray with their hose. Again I got pelted with a freezing stream of water and fell to the ground, Pete launching himself on top of me after that. "Fuck; Pete!" I said, pain shooting through my abdomen where Pete landed.

"I caught you!" Pete sang triumphantly, getting hosed as well. "Fuck that's cold!" He said, coughing up the water.

"You're dead Frankie!" I heard Brendon say before he caught up with us, Pete suddenly grabbing my arms as Bob grabbed my ankles to hold my legs. "You don't hurt my Ryro and get away with it!"

"Rape!" I yelled, getting sprayed in the face with the hose by Ray.

"Don't hurt him too bad." Gerard called, looking over the bleachers with amusement. "I need him for the dance."

"You're supposed to save me!" I yelled at Gerard, struggling to break free from my captors.

"Why?" Gerard asked, smiling and cocking his head to the side.

"Asshole!" I called back, Brendon grabbing the hose from Ray then straddling himself over me. "Gerard! Save meeee!" I tried one last time, Pete laughing at me as I awaited my fate.

"No, I'm good up here." Gerard said and I shut my eyes, biting my lower lip to prepare myself for the wave of water I knew was coming for me. "If I were you I would go for those jeans of his!" He said after and I opened my mouth, eyes opening as well to stare at Gerard with shock. Very bad idea.

"Revenge!" Brendon yelled, water flying into my mouth and causing me to start choking as I tried not to swallow it. I tried to struggle free from Pete again, knowing I wouldn't get free from Bob, but was unsuccessful and had to wait for Brendon to satisfy his revenge and stop with the hose. After what seemed like days, Brendon finally released the water as I was soaked and surrounded by mud. "Ok, you can release him now." Brendon said, stepping over me and wandering off towards Ryan who was leaning against one of the support beams to the bleachers laughing.

"You're a little wet Frankie." Pete said, letting go of my wrists as Bob let go of my ankles to get the hose and stand beside Ray who was doubled over with laughter. I sat up and coughed a bit, grabbing a handful of mud and throwing it at Pete; smacking him right in the face. "What the fuck?!" He asked, wiping his eyes.

"Asshole." I muttered, standing up and sliding a little in the mud that covered my entire backside.

"You're a little dirty." Gerard called down to me with laughter. I glared at him, grabbing the hose from Bob and turning it on a high setting, pointing it right for Gerard who stopped laughing to stare at me.

"You have five seconds to run you fucker!" I warned Gerard. "Five!" He looked at me apprehensively but smirked again.

"You wouldn't hit me!" Gerard challenged.

"Four!" I yelled up to him some more, fingers locking tightly around the head of the hose. Gerard's eyes narrowed but he didn't move, still challenging me. "Three!"

"Dude! I'd run if I were you!" Pete said, using his shirt to clean his face off of mud.

"Frankie won't attack me. He likes me too much." Gerard mocked me so without counting anymore I slammed the lever down, the water flying out in a sharp stream towards Gerard and smacking him in the face.

"Wanna bet?" I called, releasing the lever and stopping the water. "That's what you get for not saving me jackass!"

"You got my hair wet!" Gerard whined, blinking his eyes and pushing his bangs aside. "You're really dead now." He got up and began to run down the bleachers.

"Why is everyone fucking chasing me?!" I asked aggravated, pulling my shirt off and tossing it to the side then kicking my shoes off to relieve myself of some weight. I turned and ran for the school, Gerard jumping off the last few steps and running after me while everyone cheered him on; against me again.

"Come back here Frankie!" Gerard called but I shook my head, running as fast as I possibly could though I was extremely exhausted, wet, and uncomfortable. I ran along the sidewalk beside the school, ignoring the strange glances from students out studying or walking between buildings as I ran from Gerard towards the willow tree.

As I reached the hill I got too exhausted to carry on so I put my hands on my knees, doubled over, and took quick deep breaths as I felt my heart pound against my chest. Gerard caught up to me and grabbed my waist, yanking me around to face him. He grabbed the sides of my face then slammed his lips against mine which took my completely by surprise, not that I was complaining, and just pretty much began to make out with me in front of the passing students who whistled. "Run all you want Frankie; "Gerard said, moving his hands to my waist and pulling me against his body. "You're not getting away from me that easily."