Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > With the Words You Say
“Thanks for coming with me to do this, Mikey. It really means a lot,” Bob said to his friend as they examined the glass cases filled with rings of varying sizes and styles.
“Anytime, bud,” Mikey said absent-mindedly. He had been hesitant to come with Bob to pick out a ring with which to propose to Pen, obviously. But then again, Bob was his friend, and he couldn’t bring himself to screw him over.
“What do you think of this one?” Bob held up a ring with a pretty hefty diamond gleaming in the center.
“Well…” Mikey looked at it, trying to decide whether or not Pen would like it. “How about a smaller diamond?”
“Really?” He placed it back on the display cushion and continued to skim the assortment of rings.
“Yeah. You know Pen, she’s not a real flashy person, she won’t want a huge ring.”
“You’re right. I’m glad I dragged you along,” Bob smiled, and Mikey forced a laugh. He hated being there, acting happy that Bob had decided to propose to Pen. But he was happy, right? He kept telling himself that there was no point in regretting things.
Bob gasped and stopped in front of one of the display cases. “This one,” he murmured, looking down into the glass. He asked an attendant to take it out so he could examine it more closely.
Mikey looked at it and frowned. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Bob answered with certainty. “I’ll take it,” he told the man behind the counter, taking out his credit card to pay for it. “Thanks again, Mikey. I couldn’t have done this without you, man.”
“Hello?” Pen answered the phone with her right hand, the left one dripping wet from the dishes she’d been washing and drying to put away.
“I know something you don’t know! I know something you don’t know!” Christa’s voice sang out over the phone and Pen jumped a bit.
“What is it?” Pen asked, going back to the dishes in the sink. She was pretty sure that anything Christa had to tell her couldn’t be that important.
“I can’t tell you!” she sang, and Pen could absolutely hear her dancing around her house in excitement.
“Then why’d you call me?”
“Because I’m awful at keeping secrets, and I at least had to tell you that there was one!”
Pen sighed and tried not to say anything mean to Christa. “Okay,” she said measuredly. “Well, thanks for telling me.” Just as she was about to hang up, Christa stopped her.
“Wait, wait! When are you and Bob gonna leave? You should be here by Thursday afternoon.”
“Thursday?” Pen repeated, her jaw hanging. “But today’s Tuesday.”
“Yeah, so I guess you guys should leave, like, tomorrow--”
“No, Christa, you don’t understand. I thought the wedding wasn’t until Sunday?”
“It’s not, but there’s so much to do! We have rehearsals, we have flower arrangements that I’ll need SO much help with, then there’s the rehearsal dinner, and then, of course, the actual wedding! And the reception! Oh, there’s no time at all to get all this done!”
“See, Christa, here’s the thing--”
“I have to go get everything set up! Guest rooms! Hotel arrangements! Bye Pen, see you Thursday!” With that, Christa had hung up, and her wedding-frenzy had caused Pen to forget about whatever benign secret Christa had been about to tell her.
Pen sighed and dialed her boss’ number.
“Hello!” Mr. Thell barked into the receiver, making Pen jump.
“Umm…hello, Mr. Thell…” she stuttered.
“Well, what is it, Rowan? I don’t have all day!”
“Well, sir, I was just calling to remind you that I’m going to need through Monday off for the wedding--”
“Through Monday!” Mr. Thell exploded into the phone, making Pen quiver even though she wasn’t even in the same room as him.
“Y-yes, sir. I’m sorry, but I--”
“This is the last time you take advantage of me, Rowan! You’re fired!”
Pen took a deep breath and clutched the phone to her face. “I’d really like you to reconsider that--”
“I’m not reconsidering shit, Rowan! We are a business, and we can’t afford to be giving out sick days all hum-ho!”
Pen bit her lip and scowled. At that moment, Bob walked in. Seeing the look on Penelope’s face, he slowly backed out, knowing an eruption was soon to follow.
“Well, you listen to me, you fucking cunt!” she yelled into the phone. “I fucking hated working for you, anyway! You’re the biggest dick I’ve ever met, and you can have your stupid fucking job! And for another thing, I haven’t taken a day off since I started working for you, you miserable old ass! When I took off a few weeks ago, that was the first time, and in almost a year! So don’t talk to me about wasting time, skippy! I’m fucking done with you!” With that, she threw the phone on the floor and stomped her foot. “Argh!” she yelled in frustration.
“Bad day, honey?” Bob asked, walking back into the war zone.
“That fucking asshole had the balls to fire me! All because I asked for a few days off! Are you fucking kidding me?” She scowled and crossed her arms sourly. Bob shushed her and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her hair and stroking her back with his hand.
“Hey, at least you don’t have to deal with him anymore, right?”
“Whoop-dee-friggin’-doo.” Pen mumbled into his chest, but what he said had calmed her, and she relaxed. “I guess you’re right,” she said.
“Speaking of,” Bob said, pulling away and sitting at the table. “What days were you taking off that he got so angry?”
“Well, Christa called me saying she had some stupid secret to tell me, then never spilled. She got side-tracked by wedding plans and told me that we need to be at their place by Thursday afternoon at the latest.”
Bob froze for a moment when Penelope said that Christa had been about to tell her a secret. What secret? Could it be the secret that he most definitely did not want Penelope finding out about? He bit his lip, but continued to listen to what she had to say. “Thursday? But today’s Tuesday. And the wedding isn’t until Sunday.”
“You’re telling me,” Pen sighed, getting up from the table and making her way upstairs to their room to pack. Bob joined her, and this time they had to have two separate bags. As Penelope was in the closet trying to find her favorite pair of shoes (how she could find a favorite was beyond Bob’s understanding; she had so many, he didn’t even know how she kept up with all of them), he stuck a small, square box into his suitcase, rubbing the soft velvet reassuringly before his girlfriend came back out with the shoes.
“All packed?” Pen asked as Bob zipped up the bag. He nodded and pulled her in for a hug.
“I love you,” he murmured, kissing her and playing with her hands. She smiled.
“I love you, too,” she told him, smiling up at her boyfriend.
La-di-da, just wait for the next chapter, my friends. It won't come until I see some reviews. La-di-da...OverAndOutxx
“Anytime, bud,” Mikey said absent-mindedly. He had been hesitant to come with Bob to pick out a ring with which to propose to Pen, obviously. But then again, Bob was his friend, and he couldn’t bring himself to screw him over.
“What do you think of this one?” Bob held up a ring with a pretty hefty diamond gleaming in the center.
“Well…” Mikey looked at it, trying to decide whether or not Pen would like it. “How about a smaller diamond?”
“Really?” He placed it back on the display cushion and continued to skim the assortment of rings.
“Yeah. You know Pen, she’s not a real flashy person, she won’t want a huge ring.”
“You’re right. I’m glad I dragged you along,” Bob smiled, and Mikey forced a laugh. He hated being there, acting happy that Bob had decided to propose to Pen. But he was happy, right? He kept telling himself that there was no point in regretting things.
Bob gasped and stopped in front of one of the display cases. “This one,” he murmured, looking down into the glass. He asked an attendant to take it out so he could examine it more closely.
Mikey looked at it and frowned. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Bob answered with certainty. “I’ll take it,” he told the man behind the counter, taking out his credit card to pay for it. “Thanks again, Mikey. I couldn’t have done this without you, man.”
“Hello?” Pen answered the phone with her right hand, the left one dripping wet from the dishes she’d been washing and drying to put away.
“I know something you don’t know! I know something you don’t know!” Christa’s voice sang out over the phone and Pen jumped a bit.
“What is it?” Pen asked, going back to the dishes in the sink. She was pretty sure that anything Christa had to tell her couldn’t be that important.
“I can’t tell you!” she sang, and Pen could absolutely hear her dancing around her house in excitement.
“Then why’d you call me?”
“Because I’m awful at keeping secrets, and I at least had to tell you that there was one!”
Pen sighed and tried not to say anything mean to Christa. “Okay,” she said measuredly. “Well, thanks for telling me.” Just as she was about to hang up, Christa stopped her.
“Wait, wait! When are you and Bob gonna leave? You should be here by Thursday afternoon.”
“Thursday?” Pen repeated, her jaw hanging. “But today’s Tuesday.”
“Yeah, so I guess you guys should leave, like, tomorrow--”
“No, Christa, you don’t understand. I thought the wedding wasn’t until Sunday?”
“It’s not, but there’s so much to do! We have rehearsals, we have flower arrangements that I’ll need SO much help with, then there’s the rehearsal dinner, and then, of course, the actual wedding! And the reception! Oh, there’s no time at all to get all this done!”
“See, Christa, here’s the thing--”
“I have to go get everything set up! Guest rooms! Hotel arrangements! Bye Pen, see you Thursday!” With that, Christa had hung up, and her wedding-frenzy had caused Pen to forget about whatever benign secret Christa had been about to tell her.
Pen sighed and dialed her boss’ number.
“Hello!” Mr. Thell barked into the receiver, making Pen jump.
“Umm…hello, Mr. Thell…” she stuttered.
“Well, what is it, Rowan? I don’t have all day!”
“Well, sir, I was just calling to remind you that I’m going to need through Monday off for the wedding--”
“Through Monday!” Mr. Thell exploded into the phone, making Pen quiver even though she wasn’t even in the same room as him.
“Y-yes, sir. I’m sorry, but I--”
“This is the last time you take advantage of me, Rowan! You’re fired!”
Pen took a deep breath and clutched the phone to her face. “I’d really like you to reconsider that--”
“I’m not reconsidering shit, Rowan! We are a business, and we can’t afford to be giving out sick days all hum-ho!”
Pen bit her lip and scowled. At that moment, Bob walked in. Seeing the look on Penelope’s face, he slowly backed out, knowing an eruption was soon to follow.
“Well, you listen to me, you fucking cunt!” she yelled into the phone. “I fucking hated working for you, anyway! You’re the biggest dick I’ve ever met, and you can have your stupid fucking job! And for another thing, I haven’t taken a day off since I started working for you, you miserable old ass! When I took off a few weeks ago, that was the first time, and in almost a year! So don’t talk to me about wasting time, skippy! I’m fucking done with you!” With that, she threw the phone on the floor and stomped her foot. “Argh!” she yelled in frustration.
“Bad day, honey?” Bob asked, walking back into the war zone.
“That fucking asshole had the balls to fire me! All because I asked for a few days off! Are you fucking kidding me?” She scowled and crossed her arms sourly. Bob shushed her and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her hair and stroking her back with his hand.
“Hey, at least you don’t have to deal with him anymore, right?”
“Whoop-dee-friggin’-doo.” Pen mumbled into his chest, but what he said had calmed her, and she relaxed. “I guess you’re right,” she said.
“Speaking of,” Bob said, pulling away and sitting at the table. “What days were you taking off that he got so angry?”
“Well, Christa called me saying she had some stupid secret to tell me, then never spilled. She got side-tracked by wedding plans and told me that we need to be at their place by Thursday afternoon at the latest.”
Bob froze for a moment when Penelope said that Christa had been about to tell her a secret. What secret? Could it be the secret that he most definitely did not want Penelope finding out about? He bit his lip, but continued to listen to what she had to say. “Thursday? But today’s Tuesday. And the wedding isn’t until Sunday.”
“You’re telling me,” Pen sighed, getting up from the table and making her way upstairs to their room to pack. Bob joined her, and this time they had to have two separate bags. As Penelope was in the closet trying to find her favorite pair of shoes (how she could find a favorite was beyond Bob’s understanding; she had so many, he didn’t even know how she kept up with all of them), he stuck a small, square box into his suitcase, rubbing the soft velvet reassuringly before his girlfriend came back out with the shoes.
“All packed?” Pen asked as Bob zipped up the bag. He nodded and pulled her in for a hug.
“I love you,” he murmured, kissing her and playing with her hands. She smiled.
“I love you, too,” she told him, smiling up at her boyfriend.
La-di-da, just wait for the next chapter, my friends. It won't come until I see some reviews. La-di-da...OverAndOutxx
Sign up to rate and review this story