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When Pen opened her eyes, the room was dark, everyone else was also asleep, the TV was off, and she was curled up on Bob's lap. She shifted without waking him, sliding off his lap. She rubbed her face as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Was someone missing...?
At that moment, the door to the room opened and in walked a dark figure that Pen soon recognized as Mikey's brother, what's-his-name...
"Gerard?" she asked quietly, so as not to wake the other four sleeping men.
He sniffed deeply and blinked his eyes a few times. Then he coughed. "Uhh...Yeah," he said, a little too loud. Pen shushed him and gestured at the sleeping band mates. "Oh...sorry," he dropped his voice to a whisper, swaying slightly. This time, it was definitely not Pen's imagination.
"What were you doing?" she cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Mmm...nothing," his head was lolling about on his shoulders, and he looked as though he were about to fall over. Pen found that she could stand, and walked slowly over to Gerard to lead him to sit on the bed.
Pen thought about what to say. She'd had friends who were into coke, but she didn't approve, and she made everyone aware of it. But this was a man she didn't know, that didn't really care about her opinion, and, to be honest, she didn't really care what he did with his life, either. But he was still a person, and he was making bad decisions...
After much internal battling with herself, Pen just shook her head and turned around to go back to sleep on the floor. She examined Bob for a moment; sleeping Bob, who looked much warmer (and more comfortable) than the floor...She settled back into his lap, laying her head back against his chest.
"...Hey, Pen?"
"What," she said without opening her eyes.
"Don't--don't tell Mikey about this...please? He...he wouldn't be...happy, if he knew," Gerard sounded somewhat remorseful.
Pen bit her lip before finally saying, "I won't lie to him, Gerard, but if he doesn't ask, I won't tell him."
"Thanks..."
Neither said anymore, and Pen fell asleep, intending to wake up tomorrow morning and pretend like nothing had happened.
For Gerard, sleep did not come so easily. He sat on the bed, awake, thinking.
The girl would definitely tell Mikey; that was a given. He could just tell from the tone of her voice that she intended to tell his brother what had happened as soon as they had a moment alone together; that's what all the guys in the band always did. That's why Gerard had had to be more sneaky about where and when he did these things, to keep from hurting Mikey's feelings.
Oh sure, he felt bad about lying to his brother, but why stress him out? They were finally touring for their first-ever record, and he didn't need to be worried about his big brother's "problem", as Mikey called it.
Yes, it was all nice and good to go through life, blissfully ignorant of how not all problems could be solved with happiness and rainbows and good thoughts, and that maybe the world could, at times, be a very dark place.
He had, of course, gotten himself a beer by this time and was guzzling it on the bed, emptying the bottle in the span of a few seconds. It did nothing for him. He had advanced to harder liquor in the past few months, needing more than a weak beer to get him even a little buzzed.
Twelve more beers later, he was passed out on the bed, snoring loudly, surrounded by empty bottles and crushed cans.
Bob was the first to wake in the morning, surprised to see that Penelope was still cuddled in his lap, sleeping soundly. He didn't have the heart to wake her; she looked so peaceful. When they had first seen her collapse in the middle of the road yesterday, Bob had been the one to run out into the snow to scoop her up off of the ground and carry her back onto the bus. She had been sunburned, chapped, frazzled, and passed out from pure exhaustion, but he had still thought her quite pretty. She couldn't be much older than eighteen or so, and she was small; perhaps just over five feet, with big hips and very...busty. She reminded Bob of a doll: small, thin, pretty.
She was stirring. Pen opened her eyes sleepily and looked up at him, smiling bashfully when she saw that he was awake. "Sorry," she murmured, sliding off his lap, standing up shakily.
"It's fine," he replied, just as shy about thinking about her in that way.
A/N: So, this is a pretty short/filler-like chapter. I'm sorry. Honestly, I didn't mean for it to be, but it does somewhat further the plot, as you will see. Since this chapter is so short, I will probably be posting chapter 5 very shortly. So yeah. Rate/Comment/Sub. Thanks. OverAndOutxx
At that moment, the door to the room opened and in walked a dark figure that Pen soon recognized as Mikey's brother, what's-his-name...
"Gerard?" she asked quietly, so as not to wake the other four sleeping men.
He sniffed deeply and blinked his eyes a few times. Then he coughed. "Uhh...Yeah," he said, a little too loud. Pen shushed him and gestured at the sleeping band mates. "Oh...sorry," he dropped his voice to a whisper, swaying slightly. This time, it was definitely not Pen's imagination.
"What were you doing?" she cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Mmm...nothing," his head was lolling about on his shoulders, and he looked as though he were about to fall over. Pen found that she could stand, and walked slowly over to Gerard to lead him to sit on the bed.
Pen thought about what to say. She'd had friends who were into coke, but she didn't approve, and she made everyone aware of it. But this was a man she didn't know, that didn't really care about her opinion, and, to be honest, she didn't really care what he did with his life, either. But he was still a person, and he was making bad decisions...
After much internal battling with herself, Pen just shook her head and turned around to go back to sleep on the floor. She examined Bob for a moment; sleeping Bob, who looked much warmer (and more comfortable) than the floor...She settled back into his lap, laying her head back against his chest.
"...Hey, Pen?"
"What," she said without opening her eyes.
"Don't--don't tell Mikey about this...please? He...he wouldn't be...happy, if he knew," Gerard sounded somewhat remorseful.
Pen bit her lip before finally saying, "I won't lie to him, Gerard, but if he doesn't ask, I won't tell him."
"Thanks..."
Neither said anymore, and Pen fell asleep, intending to wake up tomorrow morning and pretend like nothing had happened.
For Gerard, sleep did not come so easily. He sat on the bed, awake, thinking.
The girl would definitely tell Mikey; that was a given. He could just tell from the tone of her voice that she intended to tell his brother what had happened as soon as they had a moment alone together; that's what all the guys in the band always did. That's why Gerard had had to be more sneaky about where and when he did these things, to keep from hurting Mikey's feelings.
Oh sure, he felt bad about lying to his brother, but why stress him out? They were finally touring for their first-ever record, and he didn't need to be worried about his big brother's "problem", as Mikey called it.
Yes, it was all nice and good to go through life, blissfully ignorant of how not all problems could be solved with happiness and rainbows and good thoughts, and that maybe the world could, at times, be a very dark place.
He had, of course, gotten himself a beer by this time and was guzzling it on the bed, emptying the bottle in the span of a few seconds. It did nothing for him. He had advanced to harder liquor in the past few months, needing more than a weak beer to get him even a little buzzed.
Twelve more beers later, he was passed out on the bed, snoring loudly, surrounded by empty bottles and crushed cans.
Bob was the first to wake in the morning, surprised to see that Penelope was still cuddled in his lap, sleeping soundly. He didn't have the heart to wake her; she looked so peaceful. When they had first seen her collapse in the middle of the road yesterday, Bob had been the one to run out into the snow to scoop her up off of the ground and carry her back onto the bus. She had been sunburned, chapped, frazzled, and passed out from pure exhaustion, but he had still thought her quite pretty. She couldn't be much older than eighteen or so, and she was small; perhaps just over five feet, with big hips and very...busty. She reminded Bob of a doll: small, thin, pretty.
She was stirring. Pen opened her eyes sleepily and looked up at him, smiling bashfully when she saw that he was awake. "Sorry," she murmured, sliding off his lap, standing up shakily.
"It's fine," he replied, just as shy about thinking about her in that way.
A/N: So, this is a pretty short/filler-like chapter. I'm sorry. Honestly, I didn't mean for it to be, but it does somewhat further the plot, as you will see. Since this chapter is so short, I will probably be posting chapter 5 very shortly. So yeah. Rate/Comment/Sub. Thanks. OverAndOutxx
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