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Three of the other four men woke up one by one, each greeting the day in his own way. Mikey woke up, curled in a ball, he stretched nimbly and stood, his joints cracking in protest of the sudden movement. Ray shook his big afro and yawned loudly, causing Frank to wake with a start, making a little yipping sound.
The only one who didn't wake up was Gerard, who seemed to be very far gone. Mikey sighed and began picking up the bottles and cans littered around the bed. He had a defeated kind of look on his face, as though this weren't the first time this had happened. Pen felt bad for him, and a little guilty for not telling him about what else had happened last night.
"Gerard," Mikey snapped, smacking his brother on the shoulder. "Gerard!" The older Way woke with a snort, groaning and laying back on the pillow with a hand on his head.
"Jeesh, Mikes," he mumbled through his hand. "C'mon, my head hurts..."
"I give a shit," Mikey walked away, tossing the trash in the can on the way to the bathroom. The room was silent as they heard the shower turn on and Mikey slam things around the bathroom before all they heard was the sound of running water.
"Good job, Gerard," Ray snapped.
"Hey," Frank said, jumping to his friend's defense. "Mikey needs to learn to grow up, if you ask me. Needs to learn to deal with the fact that big brother likes to have a little fun,"
Pen couldn't hold back her next remark. "Oh, so your idea of having a little fun is drinking yourself to sleep alone in the middle of the night?"
"Well, Little Red, most of the time, we don't party alone," Frank moved closer to Pen then, causing her to back up against the wall. She already didn't like him.
"Well, Gramps," she spat. "I don't know about you, but most of the people that I meet who 'party' the way you do, end up alone anyway."
"Gramps?" he asked, advancing. "I'm only twenty-one, thank you very much, baby!"
"Twenty-one and already working on that beer belly? Congratulations, you're ahead of the game!" she shot him an evil look, her glare much braver than she felt. Inside, she was quivering with what he might do if he got angry enough.
All he did, however, was step away, glance down at his stomach, and place a hand there. He turned to Gerard. "I don't have a beer belly, do I?"
"No, you definitely don't," Gerard assured him. It was just a small paunch, barely noticeable; why make him feel self-conscious? "C'mon, Pen," he added, quietly. "Lay off, okay? He didn't mean anything by it."
Pen bit her tongue and didn't say anything. She could be mouthy at times, and already felt bad for hurting Frank's feelings, despite his distinct asshole-iness. "I'm sorry, Frank," she murmured. He didn't answer; now who was the baby?
The rest of the morning was hectic with people in and out of the room, getting dressed, doing hair and brushing teeth. Men in various states of undress were wandering throughout their hotel quarters, and Pen gave up trying to avert her eyes. She waited until the bathroom was vacant and rushed in, locking the door behind her so she could shower and change. Ahh, a warm shower after over a week of the funk building up. When she finally came out of the bathroom, it was in a cloud of fruity-scented steam, toweling out her long, red hair. She opted to skip the makeup, since, for one, she hadn't brought any, and second, because she doubted they'd even be leaving the hotel today, with the blizzard and all.
"Hey," she said, walking out of the bathroom to see all five guys sitting around, chatting. "Do you guys have a show to play tonight?" she gestured out the window, to the howling winds and whirling snow.
"Yeah," Ray answered, laying back on the bed. "But obviously, we won't be able to play tonight, so we postponed it 'til tomorrow. I guess the good people of the city will have to wait until the 22nd for us to grace them with our presence."
"Wait. Tomorrow's the 22nd?" Pen said, thinking.
"It is, indeed."
"So today's the 21st..." she smiled widely, beginning to feel giddy.
"Yeah...why?" Mikey asked.
"It's my eighteenth birthday!" She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet for a moment.
"Oh, wow, happy birthday," Mikey smiled. "We should celebrate, somehow."
"You know how I celebrated my eighteenth birthday," Frank smirked at Gerard, who laughed.
"Yeah, the same way you celebrated your fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth birthday!"
Frank laughed and high-fived his friend. "Hell yeah!"
Pen just rolled her eyes and ignored them. "I'd love to," she answered Mikey. "But...y'know...the blizzard. And besides, I wouldn't want anyone to go to the trouble."
"Well, the blizzard's supposed to blow over by this afternoon. We'll take you out somewhere."
"But--"
"No buts. It's your birthday, and you haven't been having the easiest week. Please?" he added, with a puppy-dog look gracing his features.
Pen giggled girlishly. "Mmm...alright, if you insist," she said, rolling her eyes. But Mikey could see her eyes sparkling with happiness.
"Good times," said Ray. "We'll all go, it'll be a regular ol' party. C'mon, let's go get ready," with that, the four men left. Pen sat on her bed.
"You really don't have to, Mikey," she told him.
"I know. I want to, it'll be fun."
"Well, in that case, you wouldn't happen to be carrying around some eyeliner, would you?" She gave him a hopeful look.
"Nah, sorry. You could ask Frank, though, he's the only who wears eyeliner for shows and stuff."
Pen sighed. "Of course he is."
"Ask nicely," Mikey advised.
Pen nodded and walked out of the room.
I am SO SORRY! I wish I could have updated sooner. It's all because my internet provider, which we'll call...CAMCOST, is an ASSHOLE. On Tuesday, the internet wasn't working, so they were all "Oh, there's an outage in your area." Okay, two days later, still no internet. "Oh, it's probably your modem. We'll come out and fix it." Great. When? "Ehh...Monday." Great. They get here, and the "technicians" take the batteries out of the modem, turn them around, and put them back in. NO JOKE. I was so mad.
But anyway. Yeah. Also, my rabbit just died this morning, and I've been on-off crying since about 1:00, when I found out. I miss him. ='[ Oddly enough, "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" by Death Cab For Cutie is a GREAT song to listen to when someone dies...Anyway, yeah. Stay tuned for the next chapter, probably tomorrow or later tonight. So yeah. I'm gonna go cry some more. OverAndOutxx.
The only one who didn't wake up was Gerard, who seemed to be very far gone. Mikey sighed and began picking up the bottles and cans littered around the bed. He had a defeated kind of look on his face, as though this weren't the first time this had happened. Pen felt bad for him, and a little guilty for not telling him about what else had happened last night.
"Gerard," Mikey snapped, smacking his brother on the shoulder. "Gerard!" The older Way woke with a snort, groaning and laying back on the pillow with a hand on his head.
"Jeesh, Mikes," he mumbled through his hand. "C'mon, my head hurts..."
"I give a shit," Mikey walked away, tossing the trash in the can on the way to the bathroom. The room was silent as they heard the shower turn on and Mikey slam things around the bathroom before all they heard was the sound of running water.
"Good job, Gerard," Ray snapped.
"Hey," Frank said, jumping to his friend's defense. "Mikey needs to learn to grow up, if you ask me. Needs to learn to deal with the fact that big brother likes to have a little fun,"
Pen couldn't hold back her next remark. "Oh, so your idea of having a little fun is drinking yourself to sleep alone in the middle of the night?"
"Well, Little Red, most of the time, we don't party alone," Frank moved closer to Pen then, causing her to back up against the wall. She already didn't like him.
"Well, Gramps," she spat. "I don't know about you, but most of the people that I meet who 'party' the way you do, end up alone anyway."
"Gramps?" he asked, advancing. "I'm only twenty-one, thank you very much, baby!"
"Twenty-one and already working on that beer belly? Congratulations, you're ahead of the game!" she shot him an evil look, her glare much braver than she felt. Inside, she was quivering with what he might do if he got angry enough.
All he did, however, was step away, glance down at his stomach, and place a hand there. He turned to Gerard. "I don't have a beer belly, do I?"
"No, you definitely don't," Gerard assured him. It was just a small paunch, barely noticeable; why make him feel self-conscious? "C'mon, Pen," he added, quietly. "Lay off, okay? He didn't mean anything by it."
Pen bit her tongue and didn't say anything. She could be mouthy at times, and already felt bad for hurting Frank's feelings, despite his distinct asshole-iness. "I'm sorry, Frank," she murmured. He didn't answer; now who was the baby?
The rest of the morning was hectic with people in and out of the room, getting dressed, doing hair and brushing teeth. Men in various states of undress were wandering throughout their hotel quarters, and Pen gave up trying to avert her eyes. She waited until the bathroom was vacant and rushed in, locking the door behind her so she could shower and change. Ahh, a warm shower after over a week of the funk building up. When she finally came out of the bathroom, it was in a cloud of fruity-scented steam, toweling out her long, red hair. She opted to skip the makeup, since, for one, she hadn't brought any, and second, because she doubted they'd even be leaving the hotel today, with the blizzard and all.
"Hey," she said, walking out of the bathroom to see all five guys sitting around, chatting. "Do you guys have a show to play tonight?" she gestured out the window, to the howling winds and whirling snow.
"Yeah," Ray answered, laying back on the bed. "But obviously, we won't be able to play tonight, so we postponed it 'til tomorrow. I guess the good people of the city will have to wait until the 22nd for us to grace them with our presence."
"Wait. Tomorrow's the 22nd?" Pen said, thinking.
"It is, indeed."
"So today's the 21st..." she smiled widely, beginning to feel giddy.
"Yeah...why?" Mikey asked.
"It's my eighteenth birthday!" She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet for a moment.
"Oh, wow, happy birthday," Mikey smiled. "We should celebrate, somehow."
"You know how I celebrated my eighteenth birthday," Frank smirked at Gerard, who laughed.
"Yeah, the same way you celebrated your fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth birthday!"
Frank laughed and high-fived his friend. "Hell yeah!"
Pen just rolled her eyes and ignored them. "I'd love to," she answered Mikey. "But...y'know...the blizzard. And besides, I wouldn't want anyone to go to the trouble."
"Well, the blizzard's supposed to blow over by this afternoon. We'll take you out somewhere."
"But--"
"No buts. It's your birthday, and you haven't been having the easiest week. Please?" he added, with a puppy-dog look gracing his features.
Pen giggled girlishly. "Mmm...alright, if you insist," she said, rolling her eyes. But Mikey could see her eyes sparkling with happiness.
"Good times," said Ray. "We'll all go, it'll be a regular ol' party. C'mon, let's go get ready," with that, the four men left. Pen sat on her bed.
"You really don't have to, Mikey," she told him.
"I know. I want to, it'll be fun."
"Well, in that case, you wouldn't happen to be carrying around some eyeliner, would you?" She gave him a hopeful look.
"Nah, sorry. You could ask Frank, though, he's the only who wears eyeliner for shows and stuff."
Pen sighed. "Of course he is."
"Ask nicely," Mikey advised.
Pen nodded and walked out of the room.
I am SO SORRY! I wish I could have updated sooner. It's all because my internet provider, which we'll call...CAMCOST, is an ASSHOLE. On Tuesday, the internet wasn't working, so they were all "Oh, there's an outage in your area." Okay, two days later, still no internet. "Oh, it's probably your modem. We'll come out and fix it." Great. When? "Ehh...Monday." Great. They get here, and the "technicians" take the batteries out of the modem, turn them around, and put them back in. NO JOKE. I was so mad.
But anyway. Yeah. Also, my rabbit just died this morning, and I've been on-off crying since about 1:00, when I found out. I miss him. ='[ Oddly enough, "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" by Death Cab For Cutie is a GREAT song to listen to when someone dies...Anyway, yeah. Stay tuned for the next chapter, probably tomorrow or later tonight. So yeah. I'm gonna go cry some more. OverAndOutxx.
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