Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > In with the old Ways
Just so you know, I'm Britsh, so if my lingo is a bit off, sorry, I'm doing my best.
Soon I herd the song of footsteps heading up the stairs that obviously belonged to Mikey. I decided to hop in his bed and make myself comfortable. I pulled out one of the porn mags hidden under his bed and flicked through as if I were interested. Soon he was bursting through his door with an exhausted look on his face that just cried out: “BED”
But as soon as he looked towards that direction, I was already sitting in it.
“Nice collection you got here Mikey, does Donna know about this?” I said still flicking through with a bored expression on my face.
Mickey stood still for a good thirty seconds before mumbling a small
“Rox?”
I looked over at him and through the mag down as I gave him the biggest smile my cheeks could handle. Have I mentioned I missed him?!
“ROX?!?!?!”
He flung himself at me and we fell to the floor beside the bed, bringing the bed covers with us, which ended up covering us almost completely.
He stared up at him as he scanned my face, to check it really was me.
“OH MY UNICORNS-”
And with that he took me into one of the tightest hugs I have ever had the pleasure of receiving.
“Mikes-Can’t-BRETHE.”
He let me go and I regained my breath, before hitting him right across the face with a pillow that had come off the bed with us.
Soon we were rolling around on the ground trying to pin each other just like old times, but it’s kind of difficult with bed covers in the way. We just ended up in one big mess of sheets and pillows before collapsing on top of each other panting. Neither of us was very athletic.
“Mikes what’s going on? I herd screaming?” Gerard said as he burst through the door.
After that he stood still and just stared at me. Be fore I knew it; Mikey was being pushed off of me and was being replaced by a very scraggily looking Gerard. He just stayed the staring down at me, his knees either side of me, his hands sort of examining my face, as if to check I wasn’t some sort of robot or wax figure.
“OH MY UNICORNS.” –I see they both share the same expressions- “ROXY? Roxanne? AM I DREAMING?! IS IT REALY YOU?!!”
Ok, if I didn’t shut him up soon; I would have a hyperventilating scraggily-looking Gerard on top of me. I placed my hand over his mouth to stop him from talking, and forcing him to breathe through his nose, my attempt of calming him down. Although it backfired when I saw a mischievous look in his eyes and ended up with him licking my hand.
“EWWWWWW!! GEE YOU ASSHOLE!!!”
He merely laughed and enveloped me and a hug just as tight as Mikey’s was before.
Speaking of Mikey…
“BUNDEL!!” he shouted as he launched himself on top of me and Gerard.
“Can’t-BREATHE” I tried to force out. But they had taken the air out of my lungs, so I’m not sure they herd it. Either way Gerard sensed I was struggling for breath and pushed Mikey off both of us, and then shouted at him for being a fuckwit. We laughed it off and soon they were asking that question I knew they would.
“What are you doing here?” they asked in unison.
“I’ll explain over dinner.” I told them smiling.
With perfect timing, Donna called up to us that dinner was ready.
I was always very good at that.
Over dinner I told them about how Donna and I had got into contact a few months back and she offered me to stay with her once I was out of Cambridge. I was never fond of that place, but it was what my mom wanted, so I stuck it out even after she died. I had told Donna that I had never felt I really needed much of an education, as my real passion was music. Never writing or performing it-although I do play guitar, bass and drums- I just always wanted to work around it.
“So she got me a job with Reprise, and I’m going to be working on the tour with you guys when you go back.”
They both nearly chocked on their food.
“Wow!”
“That’s fantastic!” They only just managed to get out without coughing up their bits of meat, which were still in their mouths.
“Swallow first then talk to me, I don’t want any of your meat flying onto my plate thank-you-very-much, as I would then have to kill you. And that would be sad, ‘coz I have grown kind of fond of you two.” Have I mentioned I’m a Vegetarian?
The rest of the evening went smoothly and we caught up over the last eight years. I learnt that their band was called My Chemical Romance, and a lot about the characteristics about the other band members, as I had been offered to bunk with them all on tour, so they told me what to watch out for, things like:
-Get in with the coffee early; because EVERYONE drinks it like there is no tomorrow.
-If possible, avoid Frank when there is Skittles about.
-If I’m in the mood for Skittles, I will most likely find a few in Ray’s afro; as Frank likes to keep some there.
-DON’T let Mikey anywhere near the toaster with ANY sort of eating utensils. (Although I knew that already)
-Don’t use my most expensive camera if trying to film Bob, because it WILL be destroyed.
-Don’t hang my clean underwear to dry on the shower curtain, as frank will most likely steal it and wear it himself. (What am I getting myself into?)
And the list goes on….
So we all finished up eating and went to stay in Gerard’s room for the night, we had decided to do it just like old times; which meant mattress tents and torch lights.
Soon I herd the song of footsteps heading up the stairs that obviously belonged to Mikey. I decided to hop in his bed and make myself comfortable. I pulled out one of the porn mags hidden under his bed and flicked through as if I were interested. Soon he was bursting through his door with an exhausted look on his face that just cried out: “BED”
But as soon as he looked towards that direction, I was already sitting in it.
“Nice collection you got here Mikey, does Donna know about this?” I said still flicking through with a bored expression on my face.
Mickey stood still for a good thirty seconds before mumbling a small
“Rox?”
I looked over at him and through the mag down as I gave him the biggest smile my cheeks could handle. Have I mentioned I missed him?!
“ROX?!?!?!”
He flung himself at me and we fell to the floor beside the bed, bringing the bed covers with us, which ended up covering us almost completely.
He stared up at him as he scanned my face, to check it really was me.
“OH MY UNICORNS-”
And with that he took me into one of the tightest hugs I have ever had the pleasure of receiving.
“Mikes-Can’t-BRETHE.”
He let me go and I regained my breath, before hitting him right across the face with a pillow that had come off the bed with us.
Soon we were rolling around on the ground trying to pin each other just like old times, but it’s kind of difficult with bed covers in the way. We just ended up in one big mess of sheets and pillows before collapsing on top of each other panting. Neither of us was very athletic.
“Mikes what’s going on? I herd screaming?” Gerard said as he burst through the door.
After that he stood still and just stared at me. Be fore I knew it; Mikey was being pushed off of me and was being replaced by a very scraggily looking Gerard. He just stayed the staring down at me, his knees either side of me, his hands sort of examining my face, as if to check I wasn’t some sort of robot or wax figure.
“OH MY UNICORNS.” –I see they both share the same expressions- “ROXY? Roxanne? AM I DREAMING?! IS IT REALY YOU?!!”
Ok, if I didn’t shut him up soon; I would have a hyperventilating scraggily-looking Gerard on top of me. I placed my hand over his mouth to stop him from talking, and forcing him to breathe through his nose, my attempt of calming him down. Although it backfired when I saw a mischievous look in his eyes and ended up with him licking my hand.
“EWWWWWW!! GEE YOU ASSHOLE!!!”
He merely laughed and enveloped me and a hug just as tight as Mikey’s was before.
Speaking of Mikey…
“BUNDEL!!” he shouted as he launched himself on top of me and Gerard.
“Can’t-BREATHE” I tried to force out. But they had taken the air out of my lungs, so I’m not sure they herd it. Either way Gerard sensed I was struggling for breath and pushed Mikey off both of us, and then shouted at him for being a fuckwit. We laughed it off and soon they were asking that question I knew they would.
“What are you doing here?” they asked in unison.
“I’ll explain over dinner.” I told them smiling.
With perfect timing, Donna called up to us that dinner was ready.
I was always very good at that.
Over dinner I told them about how Donna and I had got into contact a few months back and she offered me to stay with her once I was out of Cambridge. I was never fond of that place, but it was what my mom wanted, so I stuck it out even after she died. I had told Donna that I had never felt I really needed much of an education, as my real passion was music. Never writing or performing it-although I do play guitar, bass and drums- I just always wanted to work around it.
“So she got me a job with Reprise, and I’m going to be working on the tour with you guys when you go back.”
They both nearly chocked on their food.
“Wow!”
“That’s fantastic!” They only just managed to get out without coughing up their bits of meat, which were still in their mouths.
“Swallow first then talk to me, I don’t want any of your meat flying onto my plate thank-you-very-much, as I would then have to kill you. And that would be sad, ‘coz I have grown kind of fond of you two.” Have I mentioned I’m a Vegetarian?
The rest of the evening went smoothly and we caught up over the last eight years. I learnt that their band was called My Chemical Romance, and a lot about the characteristics about the other band members, as I had been offered to bunk with them all on tour, so they told me what to watch out for, things like:
-Get in with the coffee early; because EVERYONE drinks it like there is no tomorrow.
-If possible, avoid Frank when there is Skittles about.
-If I’m in the mood for Skittles, I will most likely find a few in Ray’s afro; as Frank likes to keep some there.
-DON’T let Mikey anywhere near the toaster with ANY sort of eating utensils. (Although I knew that already)
-Don’t use my most expensive camera if trying to film Bob, because it WILL be destroyed.
-Don’t hang my clean underwear to dry on the shower curtain, as frank will most likely steal it and wear it himself. (What am I getting myself into?)
And the list goes on….
So we all finished up eating and went to stay in Gerard’s room for the night, we had decided to do it just like old times; which meant mattress tents and torch lights.
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