FicWad

Thanks for the reviews :)

I posted another story, too, if anybody feels like reading it. :)


So, I'll shut up now, and let you Enjoy :)

P.S. SORRY IT'S SO SHORT, I'LL TRY TO GET THE NEXT CHAPTER OUT FASTER.


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Mikey:



On the way back, Frank started to get bored.



"I'm bored," he whined.



"We've been walking for 5 minutes," I told him simply.



"What? No way," he kicked a rock. "Heck, I'm tired of this," he jumped on my back, piggy-back

style.



"Frank!" I said frantically as I struggled to keep my balance. He just laughed, and the others

did too. When I finally gained my balance, Frank patted my head. "Nice job, Michael. A for

effort."



The others laughed again. "Wait," Bob asked, completely serious, "Whose Michael?"




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Gerard:



15 minutes later, Frank, Mikey, and I were watching anxiously as Bob and Ray went head-to-head

on some game on the Playstation.



"Oh no, Bob! Look out for those things shooting at you!" Frank said in a dramatic voice.



"You don't think I know that?!?" Bob snapped back, and Frank chuckled. Bob began to push random

buttons, while Ray seemed to have no problems winning this game, judging by the smug smile on

his face.



About a minute later, the TV screen read "GAME OVER". Bob sighed angrily. "Why can't I beat

Ray on this stupid peace of - DING - rematch."



I got up to answer the door. When I opened it, some random kid was standing there, staring at

me intently with enlarged pupils. "Um... May I help you?" I tried to say as nicely as possible.



"Yes, can I speak to Mikey Way?" he asked as he giggled.



"Hey, aren't you that one kid from detention?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.



"Yes, now just go get your brother!" he snapped back. Then he smiled and giggled again.



I turned around. "Well," I muttered to myself. "Mikey!" I called into the living room.

"Some kid needs to talk to you!"



Mikey got up off the couch. "Who is it Gee?" He stopped. "Oh." He walked over to the door,

taking my place. "What do you want now?



The other boy smiled for the 50th time. "Listen man, I'm sorry about before, but hey, I got the

cocaine out of Mr. Wong's desk, maybe we can just sit down and-"



Mikey shut the door, and double locked it. He put his back up against it, with a frightened

expression.



"Eh, maybe some other time, eh?" You could heard the boys muffled voice through the door. "I

invited someone else to join me, anyways."



Police sirens blared. "Guys, would you turn it down?" I called to the living room.



"It's not us!" I heard three simultaneous voices reply.



"They're here!" the kid laughed from outside. "I knew they wouldn't turn down my

invitation!" I looked at Mikey, and his eyes grew wide. "Wait, what's that they have-"



"Put your hands up!" someone else shouted from outside. Bob, Ray, and Frank ran to us.



"Um, it was nice seeing you, again- gotta go bye!" the kid blurted out. The sirens grew louder,

but seemed to fade after a few moments.



I opened the door, and sure enough- everyone was gone.



I looked at the guys, and everyone's, including Bob's, jaws were dropped.



"Well, that's that," I said as I closed the door, and we all returned to the living room.


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Poor Crackhead :(

Oh well, I have him make his final appearance before this story is over :)

speaking of which, I THINK it may be coming to a close. But, I may change my mind. :)

And, I think I'll be adding some new characters, to make things more interesting. Maybe even
some CELEBRITY (hint hint) highschoolers.

R + R? :)