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A/N- OMG. It has been so long. Too long! We apologise! Life just hijacked everything and we didn't notice the time slipping between our fingers. And our internet broke, so we're at school in Media right now. Anyway, an extra long chapter for you :D This one really gets the ball rolling. rolls eyes Don't be dirty. Lol.
So here you are! R + R if you can :D
Chapter 7
Rae POV
I stood in the hall, blind-folded, waiting in anticipation for whoever I had to snog. If someone had told me yesterday that I would be waiting to snog someone from My Chemical Romance I would have told them to go take their medication. Who would have thought MCR would be sitting in my front room drunk, and playing stupid party games with me. And Amy! Who'd have thought she would sneak into Frank's dressing room, they'd bring her back and her and Frank would be making eyes at each other all night?!
Crazy times.
I'm glad Amy and Fuck-wit (Josh) broke up, I need company here.
After what seemed like eternity, I heard the door open, and someone shuffle out. There was a slightly awkward pause before the selected person breathed lightly on the top of my hair. I gingerly (no pun intended here!) placed my hands onto their flat chest.
"Well, you're not Amy." I whispered. I don't know why I was whispering, but I think the moment was mysterious- and slightly erotic- I didn't want to ruin the moment.
I heard a slight chuckle and I felt the air stir around me, they must've shook they're head. Gentle hands encircled my waist, pulling me flush against them, my hands travelling up their torso to their neck and staying there. I tenderly felt the hair at the back of his neck, it was soft.
"You're not Ray either," I stated because of the lack of 'fro. That left Gerard, Bob, Frankie] or ...Mikey.
A hand left my waist and softly pushed my chin up. A heartbeat later, soft, smooth lips touched mine, gently massaging them. There wasn't any piercings, so that ruled out Bob and Frankie. Then
a velvet tongue slid over my bottom lip, silently begging for entrance. I opened my mouth, granting that entrance. Our tongues danced around each other, exploring the other's mouth- whoever it was tasted like mints, coffee and beer. I felt something hard poke my tummy. My face flushed the brightest red ever.
My hands moved to his hair, feeling the crustiness from- hairspray? Who the fuck wears hairspray?!
We both eventually realised that oxygen was essential for living and regretfully broke apart. The tie/blindfold was really starting to dig in.
"Are you going to tell me who you are?" I whispered into his ear. I felt his lips stir by my ear, and at that precise moment, the front-room door swung open and I heard Amy's voice, shattering the magic of the moment.
"Alright, time's up! That should have been long enough. You can go back in there now!" She was fucking pissed as a fart.
"Oh, hang on Rae; I'll take your blindfold off." She untied my blindfold and handed me my glasses, but when I looked up, mystery-man was gone!
"I'm going to fucking kill you Amy." I said slowly. "He nearly told me who he was!"
"Oh. Well, now it’s a mystery- come on!" She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me back into the front room. Everyone there looked like they'd never left. Who the fuck was it? I looked between Gerard and Mikey. I couldn't have been Ray or Bob, but it might have been Frank- he could have taken his lip ring out. I snuck a glance at him and saw him drunkenly flirting with Amy- maybe not. Remind me to give her a condom later.
The rest of the night flew by. Before anyone knew it, it was 3am. Gerard had passed out on one of the leather sofas, Ray had gone to upstairs to bed in the spare room, I hadn't seen Bob since he went to the toilet earlier... Amy and Frank were curled up together, still drinking, and talking on the other sofa- they looked so cute! When they weren't looking, I took a picture of the pair of them looking into each other’s eyes. Mikey and I were in the kitchen, sitting on the sides, talking about music and bass guitars.
"Well, my bass, is in my... room," I drunkenly slurred. "Wanna see it?"
"Go for it," Mikey slurred back.
The pair of us wobbled all the way up the stairs, clinging to each other for balance, till we came to my room.
"Wow. Someone have a crush on me?" Mikey asked, with obvious amusement laced into his voice. I looked around and realised I had all the pictures I'd printed off of him pinned to the walls.
"Shit." I blushed. I grabbed my bass and ordered Mikey to sit down with it. On the bed. No, not what you think, there is no other seat in my room. Perverts.
Anyway, Mikey started strumming Desert Song. I sat down across from him and began to sing along.
"We hold in our hearts
The sword and the faith
Swelled up from the rain clouds
Move like a wraith
Well after all, we'll lie another day.
And through it all we'll find some other way
To carry on through cartilage and fluid
And did you come to stare or wash away the blood?
Well tonight, well tonight will it ever come?
Spend the rest of your days rockin' out
Just for the dead
Well tonight, will it ever come?
I can see you awake anytime in my head
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
From the lights to the pavement
From the van to the floor
From backstage to the doctor
From the earth to the morgue
Morgue.... Morgue.... Morgue
Well tonight, will it ever come?
Spend the rest of your days rockin' out just for the dead
Well tonight, will it ever come?
I can see you awake anytime in my head
All fall down, well after all...."
"You're really good." He shyly complimented.
"Thanks," I blushed in return, looking down at my lap "But Amy's the musical genius- she can play guitar, drums, sing a little, violin, and flute, I bet she could play bass or piano if she tried."
"But who composes the songs?" He asked quietly, softly putting a hand under my chin and pushing upwards.
"Me." I stood up, looking around. "You know the song I played earlier? I have the bass tabs for it."
I finally located what I was looking for and pulled it free from the pile of tabs, before handing it to him. As he started strumming what I had written, I casually walked over to a wall. I started to pull down one of my pictures from the wall, before a pair of arms reached round me, pressing the picture back to the wall. My back pressed to his front, as he whispered in my ear;
"Don't. I like it." And as quick as he arrived, he sat back down and continued strumming. My band-tee rode up slightly as I pinned the picture back firmly into place- just to be sure it wouldn't fall off.
"You have a tattoo?" He asked in surprise, again right behind me. Damn he moves fast!
"No!" I said quickly trying to tug the back of my shirt down at the back, and turn around at the same time. A clumsy clash of limbs later, I was pressed (front ways) against the wall, lodged firmly into place so I couldn't move, with one arm stuck in front of me, between the wall and my front, and Mikey had a firm grip on the other that was still trying to tug my band-tee back down. He gently pulled my arm away from my top and lifted up my top to revel my tattoo I (very drunkenly) had had done. It was the words 'Mikey Way' in italics, surrounded by a love heart. This was one of the drunken dares I completed, that Amy and I never talk about. I could get it lasered off, but I haven't got the heart -nor the money- to. He gasped.
"Umm, I was drunk? And it was a dare?" I cringed, this was so not how I planned this moment. I felt a cold fingertip trace my tattoo gently.
"I think it's cute you like me so much you got a tattoo of my name," He sexily whispered. "And Ray thought you liked him." He softly laughed.
I gulped audibly. "Uh, thanks?" I nervously whispered. I could still feel his cold fingertip on my tattoo, and his hazel gaze looking down at it.
Suddenly the door spring open and Amy and Frank stumbled in.
"Whoa? We interrupting summit?" Frank drunkenly slurred. Amy was looking at us with wide, alcohol-glazed eyes, probably wondering what the hell was going on. I had no-fucking-idea. An awkward silence coated the air; we were frozen like a freeze-frame in that exact moment.
"Umm, Mikey? You can let go now." I said gently, breaking the magic of the moment.
"Oh. Yeah. I can." He laughed nervously. He stepped away, releasing me from his grasp. I stepped away from the wall, almost sad at the loss of Mikey's contact.
Another awkward silence filled the room. Frank whispered in Amy's ear, and she burst out laughing.
"Frankie says we should play strip poker!" She giggled. We all looked at each other and simultaneously sat down on the double bed in the centre of the room. I grabbed a pack of cards from the draw.
"Umm, anyone actually know how to play poker?" I slurred. I looked at the three inebriated people sitting on my bed. So none of us could play?
"Oh, well..." I started, "In that case, why don't we play strip blackjack?"
"Right on, man..." Amy sounded- high. I frowned at her and she winked back. She's up to something. Hm.
I dealt out the cards- 5 each- while trying to figure out what the hell Amy was up too.
*
"Aww! Dammit! Lost a-fucking-gain!" Frank whined. We all giggled at him as he removed his skinnies, leaving him in only his boxers. I was by far the worst- down to my bra and knickers already! Mikey had only lost his socks and band tee, and Amy (the conniving bitch) had only lost her bracelets and a sock!
"Hey! No fair! If I lose again, I'm naked! But if Rae loses again she's still has her draws!" Frank whined again.
"Un-lucky Sonny Jim." I replied.
"Sonny-What?" He asked.
"Shut up and lose again!" Amy commanded. Kinky.
The cards were re-dealt, and we played in mock-silence, complete with poker faces. Amy lost.
"Alright! Something more exciting than a bloody sock- the rest of us are freezing! So you should be too!" I slurred, while pulling Amy's top off her protesting body. When her 'Dennis-the-Menace' style top came off, about 10 cards fell from her sleeves.
"You two-faced cheating bitch!" I shouted, while Frank jumped on her and started tickling her and Mikey just laughed, grabbed all the cards and re-dealt them. I lost.
"Shit." I gulped.
"Haha!" Frank shouted. "Now, off with the bra!"
"Shut it Frodo." I snapped, my English accent challenging him to say something back. Mikey snorted cutely. Oh this has to stop! "I'm not undressing anymore!"
"Forfeit!" Frank squealed.
"Again?"
"Yes. You have to...umm..."
"Drink this in 4 minutes." Amy piped up, while holding up a rather large bottle of Vodka. Bitch! She knows I'm a complete lightweight- and I'm already drunk!
"Bu-"
"I dare you." When Mikey uttered those three words, my fate was sealed. I saw the challenge in all three of their eyes. I growled and snatched the bottle off of Amy.
"Get bloody timing then." I sniped. Mikey looked at his watch and signalled go, while I pulled off the lid and chugged the whole contents of the bottle in 3:29 seconds. Beat that mofos.
"Haha!" I hiccupped- all that Vodka had gone straight to my head. I caught all the looks of amusement on their faces. Then the world went black.
*
I blinked slowly, rubbing my eyes and stretching out the cricks in my back- at the same time. Wow. What the fuck happened last night? I grabbed my glasses from their usual position on the bedside table and looked around the room. There were clothes everywhere. I looked to my left to see Amy flat out asleep. I then climbed out of bed, pulling a random pair of shorts from my magical-chair-of-clothes and I picked up some random black t-shirt off of the floor and pulled it on, before waddling (still half-asleep) downstairs.
My body felt sluggish and weak, and my head was pounding like a bitch. I grabbed two headache tablets and swallowed them with a little water, before turning around and making a pot of coffee. As that was boiling, I shoved some bread in the toaster. What? I'm hungry in the morning!
As the coffee was boiling and the bread was toasting, I rubbed sleep out of my eyes and last nights frolickings- no not fro-lickings, you sick people, frolickings! Anyway, I started to remember flashes of last night- including a rather hot make-out with one member of MCR!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeep! Sorry, fangirl moment.
I grabbed the jam from the fridge, when the freshly done toast got stuck in the toaster.
"Bloody-fucking piece of shit..." I sleepily muttered to myself, while I grabbed the nearest utensil- a fork. I was about to poke the toast out of the toaster with the fork, when two hands seized mine and pulled the fork out of my hands.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." Mikey whispered darkly, as though from experience...
"Coffee..." I grunted, moving away from the workbench. Mikey set to work with the toast, while making two cups of coffee. "Finally! A guy that can multi-task! Where have you been all my life o-lanky-one?"
He cracked up.
"Shh!! You'll wake the others!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the piano room and quietly shutting the door behind him. Somehow he had both coffees!
"Coffee!" I said like Golem from The Lord Of The Rings, and pounced on Mikey for the coffee. I'm not a morning person. At all. The coffee disappeared in about 4 seconds flat. I'm not kidding.
"Thanks." I said, both of us sitting down on the piano stool. My fingers automatically started playing.
"You're welcome." He replied, strangely sincere. "I wish I could play piano, instead of bass."
"Well, you can! Here," I placed his hands on the piano and arranged his fingers so they sat on the right keys, before placing my hands over the top and pushing down his hands and moving them with mine so we were playing a tune together. "See."
"This is Cancer!" He exclaimed, excited. I giggled and nodded.
"I know all your songs." I hesitated. "Can I show you something? Something even Amy hasn't heard?"
"Sure." He nodded.
I started to play, shortly before singing.
"Are you thinking of him?
The world is ugly,
And you wanted me to go.
I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are you thinking of me?
Are you thinking of him?
You can say I told you so
If you wanted me to go.
I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are you thinking of me?
Are you thinking of him?
You can say I told you so
If you wanted me to go.
I just wanted you to know.
The world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are you thinking of me?
Can we both be ugly?
Are you thinking I'm the one?
We could fight it to the end.
I just wanna hold your hand.
And you're probably just too good.
I just wanted you to know."
Mikey didn't say anything.
"Oh, umm. I know it's bad, I just-"
"That was amazing." He cut me off, and flashed me the biggest, brightest grin ever.
"I imagined you guys doing it too." I shyly said.
"And we'd love too." Gerard spoke from the doorway, with Frank and Ray beside him. "We'd also love for you to be our pianist."
"What happened to the last one?" I curiously asked. I thought they were like this close to all their pianist.
"Well, things... Things didn't quite work out." Gerard said with a weird expression and a glance at Frank. He then reeled of all the necessary information, like tour dates, salary, etc.
"No."
"What?" The four of them looked shocked.
"Well, I can't leave Amy here can I? She's got no-one but me! How can I leave her on the streets, huh?" I reasoned.
"I'm sure she'd be fine, she's a big girl..." Ray trailed off at my expression.
"You don't understand. We need each other. Okay?" I know this is an opportunity of a lifetime, but Amy needs me. She was there when I needed her, so I'm going to be there for her. No matter what.
"Well, she could come too..." Frank quietly suggested. "She cleaned the tour bus, and now it smells nice- and I can see the floor!"
"And she cooks!" I added. The other three looked at each other. "Where's Bob?"
We all shrugged.
"Look, if Amy goes, I go." I could see this mulling over in their minds. I think they like it. "I'm presuming from the silence that you all like the idea of a maid/cook."
"Okay." Gerard finally relented. "We'll go with it."
"Go with what?" The subject of our discussion had finally arrived.
"Well, honey. I've found you a job! One you're guaranteed to like!" I excitedly told her.
"Where?!" She asked.
"With us." Frank stole my big moment and I pouted. For a second, until I saw the huge grin on her pixie-like face. Then I grinned.
"Amy, you're the new maid/cook and I'm the new pianist!" I squealed. He jumped up and down hugging her. "Now make me some pancakes!"
"Excuse me?"
"Please?" I gave her the puppy eyes.
"Fine." She rolled her eyes. "What is it with you and pancakes anyway? You always want them!"
"But they're magical!"
Amy looked at Mikey. "Did you give her coffee?"
He meekly nodded.
"Thought so. By the way, Bob's in the tub." She said.
"The tub? Amy we're not American! It's a bath!" I scolded.
"So? Don't you need to get Bob outta the bath so we can shower?"
"Yes. Yes I do." I walked out of the room and up the stairs, while Amy made her way into the kitchen. I walked into the bathroom and Bob was in the bath just like Amy had said.
"Bob? Bob, you need to wake up..." I said gently, shaking him slightly.
"You're not going to wake him up." Came the smartass voice of Mikey from the bathroom doorway.
"Wanna bet?" I challenged, one eyebrow raised.
"Yep." He made the 'p' pop.
"Name your price."
"Loser has to make coffee for the winner for the whole month. Doesn't matter when or where, they have to make it- no questions asked." He stated.
"Deal." I said, sealing the deal by shaking his hand. Then I turned the shower on. Instantly, Bob awoke.
"What the-?!" Bob started. Mikey's jaw dropped.
"Close your mouth Honey, that's a rather compromising expression" I said, leaving the room.
2 hours later, we had all eaten Amy's delicious pancakes, showered and had made the arrangements for me and Amy on the tour. We were meeting up with Brian and everyone else at the next venue, the next day. I had called my Mom to let her know what was going on, I had arranged for people come and clean the house, someone to look after my car and I was packing up the house for my departure. Amy was virtually already done with all her stuff still in boxes from Josh's.
She came bouncing in the room as I was packing all my essentials- iPod, make-up, photos, clothes, straighteners, chargers, toiletries, instruments (and the shit that comes with them), books, pens, my diary, phone, money, jewellery, music sheets and tabs, and Waffle. Waffle is my honey coloured teddy.
"Hey Rae, have you seen my hairbrush?" She asked.
"Yeah. It's in the kitchen." I looked up from my packing and noticed blood on her skinny leg. "Amy? What's that?"
"Uh. Nothing." She tried to quickly exit. I grabbed her, pulled her back into my bedroom and closed the door.
Haha. Cliffhanger!
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Chapter 7
Rae POV
I stood in the hall, blind-folded, waiting in anticipation for whoever I had to snog. If someone had told me yesterday that I would be waiting to snog someone from My Chemical Romance I would have told them to go take their medication. Who would have thought MCR would be sitting in my front room drunk, and playing stupid party games with me. And Amy! Who'd have thought she would sneak into Frank's dressing room, they'd bring her back and her and Frank would be making eyes at each other all night?!
Crazy times.
I'm glad Amy and Fuck-wit (Josh) broke up, I need company here.
After what seemed like eternity, I heard the door open, and someone shuffle out. There was a slightly awkward pause before the selected person breathed lightly on the top of my hair. I gingerly (no pun intended here!) placed my hands onto their flat chest.
"Well, you're not Amy." I whispered. I don't know why I was whispering, but I think the moment was mysterious- and slightly erotic- I didn't want to ruin the moment.
I heard a slight chuckle and I felt the air stir around me, they must've shook they're head. Gentle hands encircled my waist, pulling me flush against them, my hands travelling up their torso to their neck and staying there. I tenderly felt the hair at the back of his neck, it was soft.
"You're not Ray either," I stated because of the lack of 'fro. That left Gerard, Bob, Frankie] or ...Mikey.
A hand left my waist and softly pushed my chin up. A heartbeat later, soft, smooth lips touched mine, gently massaging them. There wasn't any piercings, so that ruled out Bob and Frankie. Then
a velvet tongue slid over my bottom lip, silently begging for entrance. I opened my mouth, granting that entrance. Our tongues danced around each other, exploring the other's mouth- whoever it was tasted like mints, coffee and beer. I felt something hard poke my tummy. My face flushed the brightest red ever.
My hands moved to his hair, feeling the crustiness from- hairspray? Who the fuck wears hairspray?!
We both eventually realised that oxygen was essential for living and regretfully broke apart. The tie/blindfold was really starting to dig in.
"Are you going to tell me who you are?" I whispered into his ear. I felt his lips stir by my ear, and at that precise moment, the front-room door swung open and I heard Amy's voice, shattering the magic of the moment.
"Alright, time's up! That should have been long enough. You can go back in there now!" She was fucking pissed as a fart.
"Oh, hang on Rae; I'll take your blindfold off." She untied my blindfold and handed me my glasses, but when I looked up, mystery-man was gone!
"I'm going to fucking kill you Amy." I said slowly. "He nearly told me who he was!"
"Oh. Well, now it’s a mystery- come on!" She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me back into the front room. Everyone there looked like they'd never left. Who the fuck was it? I looked between Gerard and Mikey. I couldn't have been Ray or Bob, but it might have been Frank- he could have taken his lip ring out. I snuck a glance at him and saw him drunkenly flirting with Amy- maybe not. Remind me to give her a condom later.
The rest of the night flew by. Before anyone knew it, it was 3am. Gerard had passed out on one of the leather sofas, Ray had gone to upstairs to bed in the spare room, I hadn't seen Bob since he went to the toilet earlier... Amy and Frank were curled up together, still drinking, and talking on the other sofa- they looked so cute! When they weren't looking, I took a picture of the pair of them looking into each other’s eyes. Mikey and I were in the kitchen, sitting on the sides, talking about music and bass guitars.
"Well, my bass, is in my... room," I drunkenly slurred. "Wanna see it?"
"Go for it," Mikey slurred back.
The pair of us wobbled all the way up the stairs, clinging to each other for balance, till we came to my room.
"Wow. Someone have a crush on me?" Mikey asked, with obvious amusement laced into his voice. I looked around and realised I had all the pictures I'd printed off of him pinned to the walls.
"Shit." I blushed. I grabbed my bass and ordered Mikey to sit down with it. On the bed. No, not what you think, there is no other seat in my room. Perverts.
Anyway, Mikey started strumming Desert Song. I sat down across from him and began to sing along.
"We hold in our hearts
The sword and the faith
Swelled up from the rain clouds
Move like a wraith
Well after all, we'll lie another day.
And through it all we'll find some other way
To carry on through cartilage and fluid
And did you come to stare or wash away the blood?
Well tonight, well tonight will it ever come?
Spend the rest of your days rockin' out
Just for the dead
Well tonight, will it ever come?
I can see you awake anytime in my head
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
Did we all fall down?
From the lights to the pavement
From the van to the floor
From backstage to the doctor
From the earth to the morgue
Morgue.... Morgue.... Morgue
Well tonight, will it ever come?
Spend the rest of your days rockin' out just for the dead
Well tonight, will it ever come?
I can see you awake anytime in my head
All fall down, well after all...."
"You're really good." He shyly complimented.
"Thanks," I blushed in return, looking down at my lap "But Amy's the musical genius- she can play guitar, drums, sing a little, violin, and flute, I bet she could play bass or piano if she tried."
"But who composes the songs?" He asked quietly, softly putting a hand under my chin and pushing upwards.
"Me." I stood up, looking around. "You know the song I played earlier? I have the bass tabs for it."
I finally located what I was looking for and pulled it free from the pile of tabs, before handing it to him. As he started strumming what I had written, I casually walked over to a wall. I started to pull down one of my pictures from the wall, before a pair of arms reached round me, pressing the picture back to the wall. My back pressed to his front, as he whispered in my ear;
"Don't. I like it." And as quick as he arrived, he sat back down and continued strumming. My band-tee rode up slightly as I pinned the picture back firmly into place- just to be sure it wouldn't fall off.
"You have a tattoo?" He asked in surprise, again right behind me. Damn he moves fast!
"No!" I said quickly trying to tug the back of my shirt down at the back, and turn around at the same time. A clumsy clash of limbs later, I was pressed (front ways) against the wall, lodged firmly into place so I couldn't move, with one arm stuck in front of me, between the wall and my front, and Mikey had a firm grip on the other that was still trying to tug my band-tee back down. He gently pulled my arm away from my top and lifted up my top to revel my tattoo I (very drunkenly) had had done. It was the words 'Mikey Way' in italics, surrounded by a love heart. This was one of the drunken dares I completed, that Amy and I never talk about. I could get it lasered off, but I haven't got the heart -nor the money- to. He gasped.
"Umm, I was drunk? And it was a dare?" I cringed, this was so not how I planned this moment. I felt a cold fingertip trace my tattoo gently.
"I think it's cute you like me so much you got a tattoo of my name," He sexily whispered. "And Ray thought you liked him." He softly laughed.
I gulped audibly. "Uh, thanks?" I nervously whispered. I could still feel his cold fingertip on my tattoo, and his hazel gaze looking down at it.
Suddenly the door spring open and Amy and Frank stumbled in.
"Whoa? We interrupting summit?" Frank drunkenly slurred. Amy was looking at us with wide, alcohol-glazed eyes, probably wondering what the hell was going on. I had no-fucking-idea. An awkward silence coated the air; we were frozen like a freeze-frame in that exact moment.
"Umm, Mikey? You can let go now." I said gently, breaking the magic of the moment.
"Oh. Yeah. I can." He laughed nervously. He stepped away, releasing me from his grasp. I stepped away from the wall, almost sad at the loss of Mikey's contact.
Another awkward silence filled the room. Frank whispered in Amy's ear, and she burst out laughing.
"Frankie says we should play strip poker!" She giggled. We all looked at each other and simultaneously sat down on the double bed in the centre of the room. I grabbed a pack of cards from the draw.
"Umm, anyone actually know how to play poker?" I slurred. I looked at the three inebriated people sitting on my bed. So none of us could play?
"Oh, well..." I started, "In that case, why don't we play strip blackjack?"
"Right on, man..." Amy sounded- high. I frowned at her and she winked back. She's up to something. Hm.
I dealt out the cards- 5 each- while trying to figure out what the hell Amy was up too.
*
"Aww! Dammit! Lost a-fucking-gain!" Frank whined. We all giggled at him as he removed his skinnies, leaving him in only his boxers. I was by far the worst- down to my bra and knickers already! Mikey had only lost his socks and band tee, and Amy (the conniving bitch) had only lost her bracelets and a sock!
"Hey! No fair! If I lose again, I'm naked! But if Rae loses again she's still has her draws!" Frank whined again.
"Un-lucky Sonny Jim." I replied.
"Sonny-What?" He asked.
"Shut up and lose again!" Amy commanded. Kinky.
The cards were re-dealt, and we played in mock-silence, complete with poker faces. Amy lost.
"Alright! Something more exciting than a bloody sock- the rest of us are freezing! So you should be too!" I slurred, while pulling Amy's top off her protesting body. When her 'Dennis-the-Menace' style top came off, about 10 cards fell from her sleeves.
"You two-faced cheating bitch!" I shouted, while Frank jumped on her and started tickling her and Mikey just laughed, grabbed all the cards and re-dealt them. I lost.
"Shit." I gulped.
"Haha!" Frank shouted. "Now, off with the bra!"
"Shut it Frodo." I snapped, my English accent challenging him to say something back. Mikey snorted cutely. Oh this has to stop! "I'm not undressing anymore!"
"Forfeit!" Frank squealed.
"Again?"
"Yes. You have to...umm..."
"Drink this in 4 minutes." Amy piped up, while holding up a rather large bottle of Vodka. Bitch! She knows I'm a complete lightweight- and I'm already drunk!
"Bu-"
"I dare you." When Mikey uttered those three words, my fate was sealed. I saw the challenge in all three of their eyes. I growled and snatched the bottle off of Amy.
"Get bloody timing then." I sniped. Mikey looked at his watch and signalled go, while I pulled off the lid and chugged the whole contents of the bottle in 3:29 seconds. Beat that mofos.
"Haha!" I hiccupped- all that Vodka had gone straight to my head. I caught all the looks of amusement on their faces. Then the world went black.
*
I blinked slowly, rubbing my eyes and stretching out the cricks in my back- at the same time. Wow. What the fuck happened last night? I grabbed my glasses from their usual position on the bedside table and looked around the room. There were clothes everywhere. I looked to my left to see Amy flat out asleep. I then climbed out of bed, pulling a random pair of shorts from my magical-chair-of-clothes and I picked up some random black t-shirt off of the floor and pulled it on, before waddling (still half-asleep) downstairs.
My body felt sluggish and weak, and my head was pounding like a bitch. I grabbed two headache tablets and swallowed them with a little water, before turning around and making a pot of coffee. As that was boiling, I shoved some bread in the toaster. What? I'm hungry in the morning!
As the coffee was boiling and the bread was toasting, I rubbed sleep out of my eyes and last nights frolickings- no not fro-lickings, you sick people, frolickings! Anyway, I started to remember flashes of last night- including a rather hot make-out with one member of MCR!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeep! Sorry, fangirl moment.
I grabbed the jam from the fridge, when the freshly done toast got stuck in the toaster.
"Bloody-fucking piece of shit..." I sleepily muttered to myself, while I grabbed the nearest utensil- a fork. I was about to poke the toast out of the toaster with the fork, when two hands seized mine and pulled the fork out of my hands.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." Mikey whispered darkly, as though from experience...
"Coffee..." I grunted, moving away from the workbench. Mikey set to work with the toast, while making two cups of coffee. "Finally! A guy that can multi-task! Where have you been all my life o-lanky-one?"
He cracked up.
"Shh!! You'll wake the others!" I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the piano room and quietly shutting the door behind him. Somehow he had both coffees!
"Coffee!" I said like Golem from The Lord Of The Rings, and pounced on Mikey for the coffee. I'm not a morning person. At all. The coffee disappeared in about 4 seconds flat. I'm not kidding.
"Thanks." I said, both of us sitting down on the piano stool. My fingers automatically started playing.
"You're welcome." He replied, strangely sincere. "I wish I could play piano, instead of bass."
"Well, you can! Here," I placed his hands on the piano and arranged his fingers so they sat on the right keys, before placing my hands over the top and pushing down his hands and moving them with mine so we were playing a tune together. "See."
"This is Cancer!" He exclaimed, excited. I giggled and nodded.
"I know all your songs." I hesitated. "Can I show you something? Something even Amy hasn't heard?"
"Sure." He nodded.
I started to play, shortly before singing.
"Are you thinking of him?
The world is ugly,
And you wanted me to go.
I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are you thinking of me?
Are you thinking of him?
You can say I told you so
If you wanted me to go.
I just wanted you to know
That the world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are you thinking of me?
Are you thinking of him?
You can say I told you so
If you wanted me to go.
I just wanted you to know.
The world is ugly,
But you're beautiful to me.
Are you thinking of me?
Can we both be ugly?
Are you thinking I'm the one?
We could fight it to the end.
I just wanna hold your hand.
And you're probably just too good.
I just wanted you to know."
Mikey didn't say anything.
"Oh, umm. I know it's bad, I just-"
"That was amazing." He cut me off, and flashed me the biggest, brightest grin ever.
"I imagined you guys doing it too." I shyly said.
"And we'd love too." Gerard spoke from the doorway, with Frank and Ray beside him. "We'd also love for you to be our pianist."
"What happened to the last one?" I curiously asked. I thought they were like this close to all their pianist.
"Well, things... Things didn't quite work out." Gerard said with a weird expression and a glance at Frank. He then reeled of all the necessary information, like tour dates, salary, etc.
"No."
"What?" The four of them looked shocked.
"Well, I can't leave Amy here can I? She's got no-one but me! How can I leave her on the streets, huh?" I reasoned.
"I'm sure she'd be fine, she's a big girl..." Ray trailed off at my expression.
"You don't understand. We need each other. Okay?" I know this is an opportunity of a lifetime, but Amy needs me. She was there when I needed her, so I'm going to be there for her. No matter what.
"Well, she could come too..." Frank quietly suggested. "She cleaned the tour bus, and now it smells nice- and I can see the floor!"
"And she cooks!" I added. The other three looked at each other. "Where's Bob?"
We all shrugged.
"Look, if Amy goes, I go." I could see this mulling over in their minds. I think they like it. "I'm presuming from the silence that you all like the idea of a maid/cook."
"Okay." Gerard finally relented. "We'll go with it."
"Go with what?" The subject of our discussion had finally arrived.
"Well, honey. I've found you a job! One you're guaranteed to like!" I excitedly told her.
"Where?!" She asked.
"With us." Frank stole my big moment and I pouted. For a second, until I saw the huge grin on her pixie-like face. Then I grinned.
"Amy, you're the new maid/cook and I'm the new pianist!" I squealed. He jumped up and down hugging her. "Now make me some pancakes!"
"Excuse me?"
"Please?" I gave her the puppy eyes.
"Fine." She rolled her eyes. "What is it with you and pancakes anyway? You always want them!"
"But they're magical!"
Amy looked at Mikey. "Did you give her coffee?"
He meekly nodded.
"Thought so. By the way, Bob's in the tub." She said.
"The tub? Amy we're not American! It's a bath!" I scolded.
"So? Don't you need to get Bob outta the bath so we can shower?"
"Yes. Yes I do." I walked out of the room and up the stairs, while Amy made her way into the kitchen. I walked into the bathroom and Bob was in the bath just like Amy had said.
"Bob? Bob, you need to wake up..." I said gently, shaking him slightly.
"You're not going to wake him up." Came the smartass voice of Mikey from the bathroom doorway.
"Wanna bet?" I challenged, one eyebrow raised.
"Yep." He made the 'p' pop.
"Name your price."
"Loser has to make coffee for the winner for the whole month. Doesn't matter when or where, they have to make it- no questions asked." He stated.
"Deal." I said, sealing the deal by shaking his hand. Then I turned the shower on. Instantly, Bob awoke.
"What the-?!" Bob started. Mikey's jaw dropped.
"Close your mouth Honey, that's a rather compromising expression" I said, leaving the room.
2 hours later, we had all eaten Amy's delicious pancakes, showered and had made the arrangements for me and Amy on the tour. We were meeting up with Brian and everyone else at the next venue, the next day. I had called my Mom to let her know what was going on, I had arranged for people come and clean the house, someone to look after my car and I was packing up the house for my departure. Amy was virtually already done with all her stuff still in boxes from Josh's.
She came bouncing in the room as I was packing all my essentials- iPod, make-up, photos, clothes, straighteners, chargers, toiletries, instruments (and the shit that comes with them), books, pens, my diary, phone, money, jewellery, music sheets and tabs, and Waffle. Waffle is my honey coloured teddy.
"Hey Rae, have you seen my hairbrush?" She asked.
"Yeah. It's in the kitchen." I looked up from my packing and noticed blood on her skinny leg. "Amy? What's that?"
"Uh. Nothing." She tried to quickly exit. I grabbed her, pulled her back into my bedroom and closed the door.
Haha. Cliffhanger!
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