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“Hello?” I called as we walked through the door of mine and Mikey’s home.

“Hey sweetie, I made brownies!” My Mom called from the kitchen as we all kicked off our shoes, shrugged off our jackets and walked through.

“Hi boys.” Elena said, inspecting us all as we sat down. “Okay, what’s up?” She asked from where she was sitting at a stool by the breakfast bar, a cup of my Mom’s famous cappuccino in her hands.

“Ugh, a lot.” Bob said as he leant his elbows on the table, allowing his face to rest on his hands.

“Like what?” She asked, sipping the caffeine substance in her hands.

“Like the fact that me and my girlfriend were on a break. She then went and got pregnant before taking me back and then crushing both mine and Bob’s heart into miniscule little pieces by telling me the baby wasn’t mine and around about now she’ll be getting on a plane to start a new life in England with Bob’s girlfriend.” Ray explained, barely pausing for breath as the words poured out of his mouth.

“Oh dear.” Elena said, looking truly lost for words.

“I think all of you need a kind of…therapy, maybe. Something you can all work on together and make into something productive.” Mom said, setting down the plate of still warm chocolate brownies down in the centre of the table.

“Like a band?” Elena suggested and I shrugged.

“We may as well. Who’d sing though?” I asked. I knew that we had a bassist; Mikey, a lead guitar; Ray, a rhythm guitar; Frankie and a drummer; Bob – who the hell would sing though?

“You.” Mikey and Frank said at the same time.

“Whoa, what?” I asked and everyone nodded.

“You have an amazing voice.” Frank said and I shook my head.

“Are you actually speaking these words?” I asked in disbelief which only caused him to giggle.

“Oh, come on, Gee. It would be fun.” Mikey said and I sighed.

“Fine then, but if my horrific voice breaks the windows you’re paying for the damn things.” I said, only half joking as my brother punched my arm playfully.

“I wouldn’t have it any other Way, bro.” Mikey said and I nodded, taking a bite out of my brownie.

“What would we call ourselves?” Frank asked and Mikey hummed softly in thought. He was bound to come up with something good, he was excellent at creating band names.

“My…Chemical Romance?” He said after a while.

“Damn, that’s good.” Frank muttered, nodding enthusiastically in approval.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” Ray said, face-palming.

“Do you like it?” My younger sibling asked unsurely.

“Mikes, that’s awesome! I think that’s an epic band name.” I said honestly, ruffling his perfectly straightened hair just to annoy him.

“So you want to use it?” He asked, his eyes sparkling almost playfully.

“Definitely.” Bob said, downing a brownie in one. Wow…them things are big.

“Cool.” He said, “Hey, we could start using some of the songs Gee’s written.” Mikey put in and I blushed.

“You and Frank have done some too.” I pointed out.

“Sure, I don’t mind you using them, what the hell would I put them to use in anyway?” Frankie said enthusiastically.

“You know we need somewhere to practice?” Ray said and I nodded.

“We can use my room.” I offered.

“How are we going to get my drum kit in there?” Bob asked and I rolled my eyes.

“Unpack the drum kit I already have, maybe?” I said sarcastically.

“I never knew you had a drum kit.” Frank mused.

“You never asked.” I replied.

“Fair play.” He said.

“So, it’s taken you five like, what…less than five minutes to put together a band. Well done, I must say.” Mom said, smiling at us.

“Hmm, you guys can use my trailer and stick it on the back of Bob’s van for shows.” Elena offered.

“That would be really great! Thanks Elena.” Ray said and she reached over to fluff his afro…and her long painted blue finger nails got caught in it.

“You can let go of my hair now.” Ray said, looking a little freaked out.

“I wish I could, son.” Elena said sympathetically as she tried to tug her hand away.

“Ouch!” Ray complained.

“If we cut off Elena’s fingernails, we can get her hand out like that.” Frank said and I hit him upside the head.

“Then how would we get the nails out, you mong.” I said.

“Ray, can you carefully stand up and make your way to the sink, please?” I asked and the two shuffled over to by the kitchen sink.

“Be right back.” I said, running out of the room and into my en-suite bathroom. I looked around for the right conditioner until my eyes fell upon a bright green bottle of smooth and sleek straightening shampoo and conditioner. “Aha!” I said, grabbing the bottle and running back upstairs.

“Here we go, I wet Ray’s hair so it goes straight and we can untangle the hand.” I said, waving the shampoo in the air.

“Gee, I would have thought you’d have known me long enough to know by now that my hair only gets frizzier when it’s wet.” Ray complained and I chuckled darkly, knowing he hated his hair being straight.

“Not with this straightening shampoo!” I yelled and pounced on the protesting boy, shoving his head back in the sink and watching the water make his afro even more bouncy. That is, until I applied the ‘shampoo of death’ as named by Ray.

“No! My hair will be straight for days!” He complained as I rinsed the two in one substance out of his (now straight) hair.

“Not my problem.” I giggled, gently teasing Elena’s hand out of Ray’s hair.

“Thank you, as much as I love Ray and his hair, I wouldn’t want to be stuck in his afro for too long.” Elena said, smiling as she picked up a towel and ruffled Ray’s hair with it, drying it as best she could while he pouted unhappily.

“I have an idea!” Mikey yelled, bouncing up and down excitedly and clapping like a clapping thing on clap pills.

“What is it?” My mother asked sceptically.

“Would you mind staying at Grandma’s tonight? You probably don’t want to see or hear this.” Mikey said, smirking.

“I do not want to know.” My mother said, shaking her head and laughing.

“Well, I’m sure I can entertain Donna for tonight. You boys have fun whatever it is you are doing and stay safe.” Elena said, ruffling Ray’s hair once more and smiling, picking up her keys.

“Have fun.” Mom said, kissing us all on the cheek or head and heading out of the door with Grandma.

“Mikey…what is it you want to do?” Bob asked nervously and Mikey grinned like he’d just found Charlie the unicorn and candy mountain.

“The Rocky Horror Picture Show.” He stated, before giggling like a first year school girl with a crush on her math teacher.

“Yes!” Frank yelled, pumping his fist in the air and clapping once. Are these two the bloody clapping twins or something, ‘cause this is just freaking ridiculous.

“Why are you so excited about seeing a bunch of transvestites dance around in a creepy house?” Ray asked Frank and he placed his hands on his hips, lowered his head so some of his fringe hung in his eyes and shot us a smile that could only be described as…perversely paedophilic.

“I really don’t want to know.” Ray said, getting up and shaking his hair out.

“You’re like a wet dog.” Bob commented, laughing.

“Woof, woof.” Ray said, raising his eyebrows.

“We should dress up as transvestites!” Frank yelled and I smiled at him.

“Ha! I don’t even need to fill my bra with tissue.” I said and Frank hugged me.

“Will you guys do this then?” He asked and the guys sighed sarcastically, before grinning and nodding their approval.

“Let’s watch the movie first to get some ideas.” I said, taking Frank’s hand and leading him downstairs.

“On the bed, guys.” I said and Mikey snickered.

“I’m your brother, that’s illegal.” He said and I turned round to face him, hands on my hips and leaning forwards.

“You were the one who said you’d date me!” I said and Mikey blushed.

“I was kind of hoping you’d forget that.” Mikey mumbled, jumping on the bed and pulling a blanket round him. I fished through the shelves of DVD’s until I found the one I was looking for and shoved it in the DVD player. It made a high pitched squeaking sound so I hit it on the top, very hard, and miraculously the darn thing started working.
“There we go.” I said as we settled down to watch the movie.







I HAS BIG PLANS FOR THIS STORY!!! Please rate and review! The next chapter may make you laugh, cry and/or get horny...it has Frankie dressed in a certain something doing a certain act to a certain piece of metal... got it yet??? He he, you will. There's also more of an insight into Frank's past which he's been trying to block out and hide from everyone, even himself...anyhow, I'm bathering and giving a bit too much away.
RATE AND REVIEW AND YOU GET A NEW PAIR OF FAIRY WINGS!!!
Jackie
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