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This part in the story actully came from a dream I had, Origionally Nixon was one of my best friends, Jamie. and Timesplitter2 is real. here you go ~xo
Modern time
I sat there on our couch with Nixon. We were playing our favourite game. TimeSplitters2. I owned it.
I herd the front door shut and knew Nixon’s Mum, Helen, was home from work.
“Hey guys, have you been playing that all day?” she asked walking into the room, while removing her scarf. Friggin’ U.K weather.
“Yes.” Nixon and I answered in perfect unison. Not bothering to turn our heads.
She laughed at us and shook her head as she walked upstairs.
“Hey, could you go get me some peanut butter, sexy face? I really want some.”
“What am I? You’re Bitch?” I asked, mock horror.
“Yes.” He grinned. “Now WOMAN. Get me PEANUT BUTTER!”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You’re so lucky I love you.” With that, I left the room on my quest for peanut butter.
“Love you to!” He shouted at me, in a sickeningly sweet voice.
I shook my head and walked into the kitchen.
“Now, if I were a jar of peanut butter, where would I be?”
It’s a known fact that different families put stuff in different places. Some liked there peanut better cold, others room temperature.
I looked around, no sign of peanut butter. So I decided to look in the fridge, I’m not a fan of cold peanut better myself, but hey, whatever.
I went to open the fridge door, but noticed the notice board on the front; I looked to see if anything interesting was on for today.
Friday:
-Buy Cheese
-Clean Chickens pen. (Yeah, he has chickens.)
-Gee’s home.
Meh pretty boring stuff. –HANG ON- Gee? HA that’s kinda funny; my savour’s nickname is Gee. HA. I made a mental note to ask who this Gee person was.
Smiling I looked into the fridge. Nope, no peanut butter. Hmm.
I decided I needed help. “Nixie, where’s the peanut butter?” I shouted to him.
“Top left cupboard!” He answered.
Damn. Why in the top? I can’t reach up there! I know he’s fucking tall, but doesn’t he realize that I’m a midge? GRRR
I pulled a chair to the cupboard and climbed on. Swerving to open the door and peered inside. It was kinda dark in there, so I couldn’t really see all that well.
I herd movement in the kitchen and the clatter of a mug; I figured it was his Mum making her tea. I’m more of a coffee person, but Meh. Each to his own.
I couldn’t see her because the door of the cupboard was in the way; but I herd the kettle boiling so it must have been her, Nixon doesn’t drink tea, or coffee. He doesn’t like any hot drink really, he will make it through half a hot chocolate, but that’s him being polite.
“Hey, is there any peanut butter in here? I can’t really tell, it’s too dark.” I Asked.
“Err, I think so, I haven’t been here in a while, but that’s where it used to be.” The voice wasn’t Helen though, it was male, it sounded familiar, so I figured it must have been his Dad, he works a lot, so I don’t really see him that often.
“Hey do you want some coffee? I’m making some.” The man asked.
“Sure, thanks.”
“How’d you take it?” he asked, I still wasn’t convinced it was his Dad, but hey, the guy’s making me coffee, like it matters who he is.
“Black with sweetener, thanks.” WERE THE HELL IS THIS PEANUT BUTTER! Remind me never to go on a quest for Nixon in his kitchen ever again.
“Sure thing sugar.” Ok, now I was sure that wasn’t his Dad, I just realized he had an American accent. How I never noticed that in the first place, I will never know. But Meh, I was distracted looking for this GODDAMNPEANUTBUTTER.
I gave up and jumped down from the chair. I stormed off to shout at Nixon for sending me to find invisible peanut butter, when I was stopped in my tracks.
I looked into the face of this coffee making stranger. And I was met with someone I defiantly recognised.
Hey held out a coffee mug to me.
“Coffee’s done.” He smiled that crooked smile that I knew oh to well, showing off his tinny gaped teeth. Ebony air falling slightly over his face and he gestured to the mug he held in front of me.
“Thanks.” I took the mug and headed straight for Nixon.
I closed the door and placed my mug onto the coffee table.
I switched the game off.
"AHHH you crazy Bitch! I nearly just killed Gretel!" She is our arch enemy in TS2
"You have three guesses and thirty seconds to work out why I'm mad at you. Starting now"
"What day is it today?" he asked.
"Friday."
"SHIT."
"Guessed?"
"You saw Gee didn't you?"
"YES! What the fuck?! Why didn't you tell me you knew him? You know he's my hero! For fuck sake, his lyrics saved my Fucking life! Did you fucking forget?!"
He looked down at the floor at the memory.
"GOOD so why the fuck did you 'FORGET' to tell me you know him?!" I was furious.
"He's my brother Actually." he said quietly.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
"IT WAS GOING TO BE A SUPRISE! OK! He's my brother, He moved away when our Grandma Died, he was really close with her and I was young. He moved to New Jersey with my Auntie. He studied Art, bluh bluh bluh. You no it from then. When he made it big, he said that he wanted to keep us from the press, to protect us. He even called our Auntie his Mum and our cousin Mikey his Brother. My Auntie was Fine with the publicity. We kept in contact, and when I told him about... that day… he said he wanted to meet you, from what I've told him he really likes you, you have a lot in common.”
"Oh. Oh man, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have flipped out like that. It's just that; well, to find out like THAT just randomly seeing him in your house. I mean, that's fucking mental. HE MADE ME COFFEE."
“Yeah, it was. I'm sorry, but hey, he really wants to meet you. I know you said that you look up to him for his work and how he... helped you, but he wants to get to know you." he raised his eyebrows in a suggestive way.
"Hey! Dude that would be so weird! He's your 'Brother' "
"And I know how much you like him!”
“He saved my life! Of course I fucking like him! You’re the one who walked in on me, who told me what to do, be lucky I’m not dry humping your ass right now!”
I herd a small giggle behind me. I turned to see Gerard was standing at the door, with his hand covering his mouth trying to suppress another giggle.
I herd Nixon giggling now as well.
“ARGHHH I don’t get you guys!” I shouted as I through myself onto the other couch face first.
I herd more Giggling and suddenly I was met with someone jumping on me.
“N’aww don’t worry sweet cheeks, don’t be mad. I never lied to you; you just never asked if he was my brother!” Nixon mumbled into my ear as he lay on top of me.
“Why the Fuck would I ask you that?”
“21 questions and couldn’t think of anything to ask?” he replied.
“Fuck you!” I mumbled into the pillow.
“Oh dear, there it is. Someone’s PMS’ing!”
“No I’m not! You’re just a dickhead!” with that I flipped him over onto the floor and landed on him, I pulled him into a pin that I learnt a few years back in judo lessons, the name escapes me, but it was my favourite.
“Say sorry!” I shouted at him, tightening my grip.
“I’m sorry!”
“Why are you sorry?”
“For not telling you Gerard way was my brother!”
“AND!”
“For saying you had PMS!”
“And who’s my bitch?!”
“I AM!” he nearly screamed the last part. Mostly because he knows I like it.
I let him free but did not get off him quite yet.
“OH and another thing! WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PEANUT BUTTER?!”
“Umm… I eated it all.” He said sweetly, grinning
“You little fucker.” I said pouncing on him.
We fought for about five more minutes, with me winning of course.
“Soooo…” Nixon said suggestively. “I’m gonna go write Peanut Butter on the notice board.” With that, he got up and left the room. Leaving me and Gerard in an awkward silence.
“So, uh, how long are you staying for?” I asked, trying to break the silence.
“Um, about a week. I’m on a break from touring at the moment, so I thought I’d come see the family y’know, the real one.” He said awkwardly, this was gonna take some getting used to.
“Cool, Where are you playing when you go back?” I asked, trying to make conversation, apparently Nixon forgot to spell and is now looking up peanut butter in the dictionary. Bumface is trying to get me to talk to his ‘brother’.
“Err, here actually. We start off in London and we are making our way over the country. You guys could come see us if you wanted?” he asked, looking somewhat hopeful.
“Dude.” I said pointing at my shirt. It said ‘Revenge’ over it, with a My Chem. logo on the corner. “I would kill to see you guys.”
A small smile crossed over his face as he realized it was a stupid question.
“Good well I’ll set you up with tickets. How old are you?” he asked smiling.
“Nineteen.”
“Good, ‘Coz I do a lot of Fucking Swearing, and err, occasionally some bad things with stage amps” He told me, now grinning.
I giggled a little, but stopped myself with my hand; I have a stupid fucking giggle.
“Aww what? Don’t stop it, it’s adorable.” He said honestly.
I tired not to laugh again. But it was proving difficult.
“No it’s not, it’s horrible.” I said hiding my face in a pillow, trying to stop my giggling, now aware he was paying attention.
“Hey,” he said moving from the couch to the floor to sit cross-legged in front of me.
He pulled the pillow slowly down from my face. “It’s cute, don’t ever try and hide it.”
What could I say to that? Lucky though, I didn’t have to say anything.
“THAT’S WHAT I KEEP TELLING HER!” Came the voice of lanky-face himself.
“Shut up! Both of you!” I said as I rammed my face into the pillow once more.
“Whatever sugar, it’s adorable.” He got up and left the room.
When we could here his bedroom door shut, Nixon turned to me.
“That was so cute! Awww I’m gonna have my best friend as a sister-in-law in not time!” he ginned again, surely his cheek muscles are a bit warned out today.
“AHH shut up, he said my laugh was cute, that’s all. Don’t read too much into it.” I whined, I wasn’t even sure I liked him that much, I mean, yeah, he’s a pretty cool guy, and he writes amazing music….. And does strangely sexy things to stage amps. But other than that, I don’t really know him. He’s hot, but I don’t know him.
I voiced my opinion to Nixon and he just laughed at me.
“Stage amps? I didn’t hear the sexy part? OH you’ve seen it haven’t you?! You’ve been googleing him!” He burst into a fit of laughter. Bum hole. “You’ve googled my brother! ahh that’s weird!”
“For your information, I’m not the only one! He has a massive fan base, and I got bored one night so I looked through some videos! OK! I’m not obsessed with him like a million girls out there! Just… curious…” It was true; I was curious, curious to know what it would feel like to have his tongue in my mouth.
Of course, I didn’t voice that part.
“Dude, I know that look. And keep it in your pants. I’m still here.” I snapped back out of my thoughts. Feeling kind of embarrassed.
“Look, I just wanna get to know him. That’s all.” It was half true. I did want to get to know him. But that wasn’t all. I also wanted to lick chocolate off his bare chest, but once again, I kept quite.
“DUDE!!” he shouted snapping his fingers in front of my face. “I know you want him, and it’s fine, in fact I would love that. Go for it.” He grinned again. The boy need’s to stop doing that; it’s starting to creep me out.
“Fuck off.” I said simply, and got up to make some fresh coffee, as mine was now cold.
Next chapter: MCR concert, Gee does something...intersting. ;) ~xo
Modern time
I sat there on our couch with Nixon. We were playing our favourite game. TimeSplitters2. I owned it.
I herd the front door shut and knew Nixon’s Mum, Helen, was home from work.
“Hey guys, have you been playing that all day?” she asked walking into the room, while removing her scarf. Friggin’ U.K weather.
“Yes.” Nixon and I answered in perfect unison. Not bothering to turn our heads.
She laughed at us and shook her head as she walked upstairs.
“Hey, could you go get me some peanut butter, sexy face? I really want some.”
“What am I? You’re Bitch?” I asked, mock horror.
“Yes.” He grinned. “Now WOMAN. Get me PEANUT BUTTER!”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You’re so lucky I love you.” With that, I left the room on my quest for peanut butter.
“Love you to!” He shouted at me, in a sickeningly sweet voice.
I shook my head and walked into the kitchen.
“Now, if I were a jar of peanut butter, where would I be?”
It’s a known fact that different families put stuff in different places. Some liked there peanut better cold, others room temperature.
I looked around, no sign of peanut butter. So I decided to look in the fridge, I’m not a fan of cold peanut better myself, but hey, whatever.
I went to open the fridge door, but noticed the notice board on the front; I looked to see if anything interesting was on for today.
Friday:
-Buy Cheese
-Clean Chickens pen. (Yeah, he has chickens.)
-Gee’s home.
Meh pretty boring stuff. –HANG ON- Gee? HA that’s kinda funny; my savour’s nickname is Gee. HA. I made a mental note to ask who this Gee person was.
Smiling I looked into the fridge. Nope, no peanut butter. Hmm.
I decided I needed help. “Nixie, where’s the peanut butter?” I shouted to him.
“Top left cupboard!” He answered.
Damn. Why in the top? I can’t reach up there! I know he’s fucking tall, but doesn’t he realize that I’m a midge? GRRR
I pulled a chair to the cupboard and climbed on. Swerving to open the door and peered inside. It was kinda dark in there, so I couldn’t really see all that well.
I herd movement in the kitchen and the clatter of a mug; I figured it was his Mum making her tea. I’m more of a coffee person, but Meh. Each to his own.
I couldn’t see her because the door of the cupboard was in the way; but I herd the kettle boiling so it must have been her, Nixon doesn’t drink tea, or coffee. He doesn’t like any hot drink really, he will make it through half a hot chocolate, but that’s him being polite.
“Hey, is there any peanut butter in here? I can’t really tell, it’s too dark.” I Asked.
“Err, I think so, I haven’t been here in a while, but that’s where it used to be.” The voice wasn’t Helen though, it was male, it sounded familiar, so I figured it must have been his Dad, he works a lot, so I don’t really see him that often.
“Hey do you want some coffee? I’m making some.” The man asked.
“Sure, thanks.”
“How’d you take it?” he asked, I still wasn’t convinced it was his Dad, but hey, the guy’s making me coffee, like it matters who he is.
“Black with sweetener, thanks.” WERE THE HELL IS THIS PEANUT BUTTER! Remind me never to go on a quest for Nixon in his kitchen ever again.
“Sure thing sugar.” Ok, now I was sure that wasn’t his Dad, I just realized he had an American accent. How I never noticed that in the first place, I will never know. But Meh, I was distracted looking for this GODDAMNPEANUTBUTTER.
I gave up and jumped down from the chair. I stormed off to shout at Nixon for sending me to find invisible peanut butter, when I was stopped in my tracks.
I looked into the face of this coffee making stranger. And I was met with someone I defiantly recognised.
Hey held out a coffee mug to me.
“Coffee’s done.” He smiled that crooked smile that I knew oh to well, showing off his tinny gaped teeth. Ebony air falling slightly over his face and he gestured to the mug he held in front of me.
“Thanks.” I took the mug and headed straight for Nixon.
I closed the door and placed my mug onto the coffee table.
I switched the game off.
"AHHH you crazy Bitch! I nearly just killed Gretel!" She is our arch enemy in TS2
"You have three guesses and thirty seconds to work out why I'm mad at you. Starting now"
"What day is it today?" he asked.
"Friday."
"SHIT."
"Guessed?"
"You saw Gee didn't you?"
"YES! What the fuck?! Why didn't you tell me you knew him? You know he's my hero! For fuck sake, his lyrics saved my Fucking life! Did you fucking forget?!"
He looked down at the floor at the memory.
"GOOD so why the fuck did you 'FORGET' to tell me you know him?!" I was furious.
"He's my brother Actually." he said quietly.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
"IT WAS GOING TO BE A SUPRISE! OK! He's my brother, He moved away when our Grandma Died, he was really close with her and I was young. He moved to New Jersey with my Auntie. He studied Art, bluh bluh bluh. You no it from then. When he made it big, he said that he wanted to keep us from the press, to protect us. He even called our Auntie his Mum and our cousin Mikey his Brother. My Auntie was Fine with the publicity. We kept in contact, and when I told him about... that day… he said he wanted to meet you, from what I've told him he really likes you, you have a lot in common.”
"Oh. Oh man, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have flipped out like that. It's just that; well, to find out like THAT just randomly seeing him in your house. I mean, that's fucking mental. HE MADE ME COFFEE."
“Yeah, it was. I'm sorry, but hey, he really wants to meet you. I know you said that you look up to him for his work and how he... helped you, but he wants to get to know you." he raised his eyebrows in a suggestive way.
"Hey! Dude that would be so weird! He's your 'Brother' "
"And I know how much you like him!”
“He saved my life! Of course I fucking like him! You’re the one who walked in on me, who told me what to do, be lucky I’m not dry humping your ass right now!”
I herd a small giggle behind me. I turned to see Gerard was standing at the door, with his hand covering his mouth trying to suppress another giggle.
I herd Nixon giggling now as well.
“ARGHHH I don’t get you guys!” I shouted as I through myself onto the other couch face first.
I herd more Giggling and suddenly I was met with someone jumping on me.
“N’aww don’t worry sweet cheeks, don’t be mad. I never lied to you; you just never asked if he was my brother!” Nixon mumbled into my ear as he lay on top of me.
“Why the Fuck would I ask you that?”
“21 questions and couldn’t think of anything to ask?” he replied.
“Fuck you!” I mumbled into the pillow.
“Oh dear, there it is. Someone’s PMS’ing!”
“No I’m not! You’re just a dickhead!” with that I flipped him over onto the floor and landed on him, I pulled him into a pin that I learnt a few years back in judo lessons, the name escapes me, but it was my favourite.
“Say sorry!” I shouted at him, tightening my grip.
“I’m sorry!”
“Why are you sorry?”
“For not telling you Gerard way was my brother!”
“AND!”
“For saying you had PMS!”
“And who’s my bitch?!”
“I AM!” he nearly screamed the last part. Mostly because he knows I like it.
I let him free but did not get off him quite yet.
“OH and another thing! WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PEANUT BUTTER?!”
“Umm… I eated it all.” He said sweetly, grinning
“You little fucker.” I said pouncing on him.
We fought for about five more minutes, with me winning of course.
“Soooo…” Nixon said suggestively. “I’m gonna go write Peanut Butter on the notice board.” With that, he got up and left the room. Leaving me and Gerard in an awkward silence.
“So, uh, how long are you staying for?” I asked, trying to break the silence.
“Um, about a week. I’m on a break from touring at the moment, so I thought I’d come see the family y’know, the real one.” He said awkwardly, this was gonna take some getting used to.
“Cool, Where are you playing when you go back?” I asked, trying to make conversation, apparently Nixon forgot to spell and is now looking up peanut butter in the dictionary. Bumface is trying to get me to talk to his ‘brother’.
“Err, here actually. We start off in London and we are making our way over the country. You guys could come see us if you wanted?” he asked, looking somewhat hopeful.
“Dude.” I said pointing at my shirt. It said ‘Revenge’ over it, with a My Chem. logo on the corner. “I would kill to see you guys.”
A small smile crossed over his face as he realized it was a stupid question.
“Good well I’ll set you up with tickets. How old are you?” he asked smiling.
“Nineteen.”
“Good, ‘Coz I do a lot of Fucking Swearing, and err, occasionally some bad things with stage amps” He told me, now grinning.
I giggled a little, but stopped myself with my hand; I have a stupid fucking giggle.
“Aww what? Don’t stop it, it’s adorable.” He said honestly.
I tired not to laugh again. But it was proving difficult.
“No it’s not, it’s horrible.” I said hiding my face in a pillow, trying to stop my giggling, now aware he was paying attention.
“Hey,” he said moving from the couch to the floor to sit cross-legged in front of me.
He pulled the pillow slowly down from my face. “It’s cute, don’t ever try and hide it.”
What could I say to that? Lucky though, I didn’t have to say anything.
“THAT’S WHAT I KEEP TELLING HER!” Came the voice of lanky-face himself.
“Shut up! Both of you!” I said as I rammed my face into the pillow once more.
“Whatever sugar, it’s adorable.” He got up and left the room.
When we could here his bedroom door shut, Nixon turned to me.
“That was so cute! Awww I’m gonna have my best friend as a sister-in-law in not time!” he ginned again, surely his cheek muscles are a bit warned out today.
“AHH shut up, he said my laugh was cute, that’s all. Don’t read too much into it.” I whined, I wasn’t even sure I liked him that much, I mean, yeah, he’s a pretty cool guy, and he writes amazing music….. And does strangely sexy things to stage amps. But other than that, I don’t really know him. He’s hot, but I don’t know him.
I voiced my opinion to Nixon and he just laughed at me.
“Stage amps? I didn’t hear the sexy part? OH you’ve seen it haven’t you?! You’ve been googleing him!” He burst into a fit of laughter. Bum hole. “You’ve googled my brother! ahh that’s weird!”
“For your information, I’m not the only one! He has a massive fan base, and I got bored one night so I looked through some videos! OK! I’m not obsessed with him like a million girls out there! Just… curious…” It was true; I was curious, curious to know what it would feel like to have his tongue in my mouth.
Of course, I didn’t voice that part.
“Dude, I know that look. And keep it in your pants. I’m still here.” I snapped back out of my thoughts. Feeling kind of embarrassed.
“Look, I just wanna get to know him. That’s all.” It was half true. I did want to get to know him. But that wasn’t all. I also wanted to lick chocolate off his bare chest, but once again, I kept quite.
“DUDE!!” he shouted snapping his fingers in front of my face. “I know you want him, and it’s fine, in fact I would love that. Go for it.” He grinned again. The boy need’s to stop doing that; it’s starting to creep me out.
“Fuck off.” I said simply, and got up to make some fresh coffee, as mine was now cold.
Next chapter: MCR concert, Gee does something...intersting. ;) ~xo
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