Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > With the Words You Say
“Ray!” Pen dropped Bob’s hand and threw her arms around her friend’s neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed seeing her closest friends until she saw Ray’s smiling face, so familiar, yet so much a memory.
“Hey Pen! Hey Bob!” Ray hugged back, and then shook Bob’s hand when they pulled apart. “I’ve missed you guys so much. Guess what? The rest of the guys are--”
“Pen!” A man with light brown hair and geeky glasses came barreling out of the house, ducking under Ray’s arm and scooping Pen up into a tight hug before she could even glimpse his face.
“Mikey!” Pen laughed, hugging her friend back. “I haven’t talked to you in forever! I’ve missed you.”
When they finally broke apart, Mikey went for Bob, who laughed and shied away from a hug before relenting and allowing Mikey to embrace him. “I’ve missed you both. We all have!”
“Come on, guys,” Ray said, opening the door wider. “Let’s continue the reunion inside, where it’s warm.”
As they entered the living room, Gerard and Frank, who had both been sitting on the couch, stood up and walked over to their friends.
“Hey guys,” Pen couldn’t stop smiling for the life of her. Her heart swelled with happiness at seeing her closest friends after so long, too long.
“Pen,” Gerard said, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek.
“Gerard! You’ve cut your hair! Oh my gosh, it’s so short, but it looks great!” She ran her hand over the top of his head, marveling at its lack of length.
“Oh, Little Red, I know you’ve missed me,” Frank moved forward and took his hug, rocking from side to side, giving one good squeeze before letting go.
“Oh, Frank, of course. How could I not?” She smiled. She would never admit it, but Pen actually liked hearing the nickname that she had once hated, but hadn’t heard in almost a year.
“Ray,” Bob said once everyone had hugged, or kissed, or shaken hands with the freshly-arrived couple. “Where’s the lucky lady?”
“Her sister and mom took her to dinner in celebration, so it’s just us tonight! Just like old times.”
“Well, I say we go out to dinner, then maybe we can come back here and watch a movie or something.” Gerard offered.
“Here, here!” everyone else said in unison, and then laughed.
The group of six ended up at a sports bar-type place, seated at a booth that smelled like fish sticks. Listening to the friends’ conversations from the minute they sat down, one would never have guessed that they hadn’t seen each other in a year. Pen felt so at home with these five men (especially Bob, of course), and she didn’t believe she could ever feel awkward or unwanted in their presence; living with people for five months and getting to know everything about them did that to you. They laughed, they reminisced, they wondered at how it had been so long since the couple had been to visit.
“Well,” Bob said. “Penelope’s boss works her like a slave. I think the only day she’s taken off since she got the job was when she was running a fever of 104.3 and I had to force her to call in sick.” Bob smiled down at Pen, who blushed and shrugged.
“Yeah, Mr. Thell can be a dick, but it’s a good job and I like having something to do during the day. If Bob had his way, I’d be at home all day--”
“--so I could wait on you hand and foot,” Bob finished for her, kissing her temple and making Pen giggle.
“I’m sure,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him.
“Well,” Mikey said. “Your boss sounds like a real treat, Pen. What is it you do again, Bob?”
“I’m a sound-technician for a local venue. Concerts and stuff. It’s pretty cool, and I get to see some pretty good bands for free.”
“That sounds cool.” Gerard nodded, taking a sip of his drink (diet Coke; he hadn‘t touched alcohol since the tour for Bullets). “Speaking of concerts, when are we gonna put out the new album? We’ve had it all written for almost two years, and we haven’t released anything on Myspace or anything.”
And they were off, discussing dates, which songs would be the released singles, what order to put them in, etc…Pen just shook her head and smiled; they all became so animated when it came to discussing the band. Most of the time, Pen forgot that her best friends were in a band that was quickly rising in popularity, and it always surprised her a little to see how much heart they put into their music.
In the excitement, a glass was knocked over and Pen volunteered to go up to the bar to get more napkins. “Excuse me,” she said to the bartender. “Can I have some extra napkins? There was a spill.” The bartender nodded, walking off. He returned minutes later with, not only the napkins, but an apple martini. He handed both to Pen.
“Complements of the man in the black jacket,” he said at her confused face, pointing out the man who had bought Pen a drink. She nodded, thanked him, and walked over to the mystery man.
“Thank you,” she said, a bit uncomfortably. “But I…can’t.” Pen tried to hand back the drink but he wouldn’t take it.
“Oh, of course you can,” he told her. “I knew you’d come and talk to me if I bought you a drink.” He smirked, actually smirked at her, making Pen wrinkle her nose slightly in frustration.
“Right,” she said, cocking her hip in an annoyed way. “Well, I have a boyfriend. I only came over to give this back to you.” Once again, the man refused the drink that Pen tried to give him.
“Keep it,” he said, still smiling. “Pretty girls deserve free drinks.”
Pen rolled her eyes, knowing that this guy wouldn’t quit. She just shook her head and walked back to the table, setting the martini down on the table, along with the napkins to sop up the spill.
“What did you get that for?” Bob asked, eyeing the drink with mistrust; Penelope and alcohol no longer went together.
“Some guy bought it for me and wouldn’t take it back,” Pen said, looking away. Even though she hadn’t done anything, she still felt embarrassed that another guy had hit on her.
“You should have left it on the bar,” Bob said somewhat coldly.
Pen shrugged. “What does it matter? I don’t have a problem anymore, I never really did with alcohol.” She reached out and picked it up, sniffing the glass before lifting it to take a sip. Bob stopped her.
“Let’s not take the chance,” he told his girlfriend, setting the glass back on the table, away from Penelope. Gerard stared at the alcohol, biting his lower lip slightly; he had also had a problem with alcohol, worse than Pen’s and for longer than she had. He glanced at Frank, who was also staring down the glass as though it were about to catch fire. Ray looked at both of them. He picked up the glass and dumped its contents on a pile of napkins, breaking the tension.
“Thanks for that, Toro,” Gerard said quietly.
Oh, gadzooks, you guys, this is just the second chapter, and I've already got some comments. I'm glad to see that you like the idea of reading a sequel as much as I will enjoy writing it. Okay. Now. Comment/Rate/Subscribe if you haven't already, please. Okay. OverAndOutxx
“Hey Pen! Hey Bob!” Ray hugged back, and then shook Bob’s hand when they pulled apart. “I’ve missed you guys so much. Guess what? The rest of the guys are--”
“Pen!” A man with light brown hair and geeky glasses came barreling out of the house, ducking under Ray’s arm and scooping Pen up into a tight hug before she could even glimpse his face.
“Mikey!” Pen laughed, hugging her friend back. “I haven’t talked to you in forever! I’ve missed you.”
When they finally broke apart, Mikey went for Bob, who laughed and shied away from a hug before relenting and allowing Mikey to embrace him. “I’ve missed you both. We all have!”
“Come on, guys,” Ray said, opening the door wider. “Let’s continue the reunion inside, where it’s warm.”
As they entered the living room, Gerard and Frank, who had both been sitting on the couch, stood up and walked over to their friends.
“Hey guys,” Pen couldn’t stop smiling for the life of her. Her heart swelled with happiness at seeing her closest friends after so long, too long.
“Pen,” Gerard said, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek.
“Gerard! You’ve cut your hair! Oh my gosh, it’s so short, but it looks great!” She ran her hand over the top of his head, marveling at its lack of length.
“Oh, Little Red, I know you’ve missed me,” Frank moved forward and took his hug, rocking from side to side, giving one good squeeze before letting go.
“Oh, Frank, of course. How could I not?” She smiled. She would never admit it, but Pen actually liked hearing the nickname that she had once hated, but hadn’t heard in almost a year.
“Ray,” Bob said once everyone had hugged, or kissed, or shaken hands with the freshly-arrived couple. “Where’s the lucky lady?”
“Her sister and mom took her to dinner in celebration, so it’s just us tonight! Just like old times.”
“Well, I say we go out to dinner, then maybe we can come back here and watch a movie or something.” Gerard offered.
“Here, here!” everyone else said in unison, and then laughed.
The group of six ended up at a sports bar-type place, seated at a booth that smelled like fish sticks. Listening to the friends’ conversations from the minute they sat down, one would never have guessed that they hadn’t seen each other in a year. Pen felt so at home with these five men (especially Bob, of course), and she didn’t believe she could ever feel awkward or unwanted in their presence; living with people for five months and getting to know everything about them did that to you. They laughed, they reminisced, they wondered at how it had been so long since the couple had been to visit.
“Well,” Bob said. “Penelope’s boss works her like a slave. I think the only day she’s taken off since she got the job was when she was running a fever of 104.3 and I had to force her to call in sick.” Bob smiled down at Pen, who blushed and shrugged.
“Yeah, Mr. Thell can be a dick, but it’s a good job and I like having something to do during the day. If Bob had his way, I’d be at home all day--”
“--so I could wait on you hand and foot,” Bob finished for her, kissing her temple and making Pen giggle.
“I’m sure,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him.
“Well,” Mikey said. “Your boss sounds like a real treat, Pen. What is it you do again, Bob?”
“I’m a sound-technician for a local venue. Concerts and stuff. It’s pretty cool, and I get to see some pretty good bands for free.”
“That sounds cool.” Gerard nodded, taking a sip of his drink (diet Coke; he hadn‘t touched alcohol since the tour for Bullets). “Speaking of concerts, when are we gonna put out the new album? We’ve had it all written for almost two years, and we haven’t released anything on Myspace or anything.”
And they were off, discussing dates, which songs would be the released singles, what order to put them in, etc…Pen just shook her head and smiled; they all became so animated when it came to discussing the band. Most of the time, Pen forgot that her best friends were in a band that was quickly rising in popularity, and it always surprised her a little to see how much heart they put into their music.
In the excitement, a glass was knocked over and Pen volunteered to go up to the bar to get more napkins. “Excuse me,” she said to the bartender. “Can I have some extra napkins? There was a spill.” The bartender nodded, walking off. He returned minutes later with, not only the napkins, but an apple martini. He handed both to Pen.
“Complements of the man in the black jacket,” he said at her confused face, pointing out the man who had bought Pen a drink. She nodded, thanked him, and walked over to the mystery man.
“Thank you,” she said, a bit uncomfortably. “But I…can’t.” Pen tried to hand back the drink but he wouldn’t take it.
“Oh, of course you can,” he told her. “I knew you’d come and talk to me if I bought you a drink.” He smirked, actually smirked at her, making Pen wrinkle her nose slightly in frustration.
“Right,” she said, cocking her hip in an annoyed way. “Well, I have a boyfriend. I only came over to give this back to you.” Once again, the man refused the drink that Pen tried to give him.
“Keep it,” he said, still smiling. “Pretty girls deserve free drinks.”
Pen rolled her eyes, knowing that this guy wouldn’t quit. She just shook her head and walked back to the table, setting the martini down on the table, along with the napkins to sop up the spill.
“What did you get that for?” Bob asked, eyeing the drink with mistrust; Penelope and alcohol no longer went together.
“Some guy bought it for me and wouldn’t take it back,” Pen said, looking away. Even though she hadn’t done anything, she still felt embarrassed that another guy had hit on her.
“You should have left it on the bar,” Bob said somewhat coldly.
Pen shrugged. “What does it matter? I don’t have a problem anymore, I never really did with alcohol.” She reached out and picked it up, sniffing the glass before lifting it to take a sip. Bob stopped her.
“Let’s not take the chance,” he told his girlfriend, setting the glass back on the table, away from Penelope. Gerard stared at the alcohol, biting his lower lip slightly; he had also had a problem with alcohol, worse than Pen’s and for longer than she had. He glanced at Frank, who was also staring down the glass as though it were about to catch fire. Ray looked at both of them. He picked up the glass and dumped its contents on a pile of napkins, breaking the tension.
“Thanks for that, Toro,” Gerard said quietly.
Oh, gadzooks, you guys, this is just the second chapter, and I've already got some comments. I'm glad to see that you like the idea of reading a sequel as much as I will enjoy writing it. Okay. Now. Comment/Rate/Subscribe if you haven't already, please. Okay. OverAndOutxx
Sign up to rate and review this story