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Chapter Three
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A/N Holaaaaa! Okay so guys, I have a confession.
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.
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I tend to take ages to update then remember I’m in the middle of writing a story, then throw loads of chapters out and forget about it.... I SHALL CHANGE MY WAYS (pardon the pun;)
Ahhhhhhh okay so I’ve received a couple of virtual cupcakes. I just want to let you know I also like money, posters, clothes and more free stuff. ENJOYY:D
p.s BITCH THERE ARE LIKE THESE FLASHBACK THINGS OKAY? :D
pps. I’ve never been drunk or tipsy so please excuse my description of it. I just went by what some of the lads did at my friend’s mum’s 50th last night. (it was high-lary-usss)
Disclaimer: I don't own The Ways. I don’t own anything. Not even sanity.
LOL joke I own the storyline bitcheeeesss;D
So my first week has been...eventful. Donna and I get along like mother and daughter, Mikey and I have really deep conversations and I’ve grown very fond of him, Gerard and me, however, well...that’s a different story.
-
“I know you’re there you don’t need to attack the door!” Gerard shouts from in the shower, clearly amused by the fact that he’s got something I want.
“I need my tooth brush! Can’t you just throw it over the cubicle and then I’ll run in and take it with my eyes shut?!” I beg, hearing him snort.
“Your fault for leaving your tooth brush in the shower.” He scoffs. “Wait, why is your tooth brush in the shower?!”
I blush, silently thanking the Lord that he can’t see me. “Because...Because I brush my teeth in there, okay? It’s fun and it’s just easier, so just shut up and throw it over. I’m coming into the bathroom with my eyes shut in five seconds.” I hear him shut the water off and then something small clatters on the floor.
“Fine. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Kay fetch!” He shouts, giggling as I run into the room with my eyes clamped shut.
I blindly feel around for the tooth brush and decide it’s not where I’m looking, so I stand up a little taller and run as fast as I can to what I hope is the other side of the bathroom.
SMACK!
That’s when I black out after whacking my head on the outside shower wall. Bear in mind Gerard’s naked next to where I’ve dropped.
And I’m wearing my farm PJ’s.
With chickens, ducks, cows, pigs and donkeys on them.
-
That’s a pretty painful memory... plus it was like five days ago and I haven’t left my tooth brush in the shower since.
Then there’s that other time when I made him walk me to school. It was Monday when he first met my best friend Georgia. Let’s just say, she’s a very bubbly character. She also gets horny over Patrick Swayze, Lynx deodorant for men (she has worn it on a number of occasions) and olives. Yes, she gets horny over olives.
When Gerard met Georgia, my olive horny friend. Wow. That was something to remember.
-
My heart races as we near the school. Within a matter of minutes Gerard will scream and run. Make that seconds. She’s already spotted us.
Damn.
I grimace at Georgia who is running full speed like a one man wolf pack towards Gerard and I. I had text her a couple times about him yesterday, and I did happen to mention how hot he is.
And how good he smells.
And how nice his bum is.
But I kinda hope she’s smart enough not to open her big fat gob and tell hi-
“Oh so you’re the hot one that Gay-tie has been texting my about! Turn around, let’s see if she’s right about that bum of yours!” Georgia giggles, forcing Gerard to turn around as she checks him out. She whistles at the sight of him before giving me a dramatic wink and mouths ‘I would’ at me.
It’s a really obvious ‘I would’ as well.
Great. So now Gerard’s witnessed Georgia call me Gay-tie instead of Katie he’s never gonna let it drop.
“Uh- care to explain, Gay-tie?” He teases, his playful eyes making me practically melt.
“Oh don’t look at her like that she’ll do her retarded fish impression.” Georgia butts in. She points at me, my mouth agape, occasionally trying to form words. And failing. “Look, she’s doing it now. Haha! She’s so funny huh? You know she still sleeps with two teddies?” I slap my best friend on the arm. My cheeks flame and I feel it. She just feigns hurt and struts off towards a new victim. God help them.
“Awww. Ickle Kitty Kat can’t sleep without Tedds?” Gerard smirks, earning him a punch on the arm. “I’ll pick you up later. Want me to bring your Barbies too?” My heart hammers whenever he smirks at me.
My heart is currently hammering.
He is currently smirking at me.
“Piss off.” Is all I say before marching up to the building, cheeks still flushed scarlet.
-
I wince at the memory. It was embarrassing to say the least. Then there was Wednesday night, we were in the garden, I was sunbathing and he was pestering me.
He thought it was funny to get me drunk.
-
“C’mon you big baby. It’s just water and a vitamin!” I eye Gerard suspiciously (short-sighted possum impression) as he pushes a large glass of clear liquid towards me.
“I know better than to take a drink from you. Plus, if it’s spiked then I could die.” Gerard laughs and shakes his head at me. “It better not have some alcoholic formula or something because I don’t drink.” I say bluntly.
“Just drink the water Kay.” My stomach flutters at the nickname, but I push the water aside. “Come on! You haven’t drank anything all day and it’s kinda scaring me. You need water. It’s got some random vitamin thing in it to make you...uh... it makes your hair grow faster!” I subconsciously touch my long honey locks. My hair reaches my boobs and I really want it to reach just before the end of my ribs. Plus, Gerard’s hair is pretty long for a guy so it might have worked for him? What have I got to lose? I’m so thirsty and it is a hot day. I stare into his eyes, the beautiful orbs laced with concern. Hmmm... I can just imagine the refreshing liquid run down my dry throat.
“For God’s sake fine. Give it here.” I snap, snatching the glass of ‘water and vitamins’.
“You have to down it really quickly. And plug your nose; you’re not going to be used to the taste yet.” Out comes the short sighted possum impression, again. “Uhh... Also, once you start drinking it it’s not good to stop.”
I raise the glass to my lips, take a breath, plug my nose and down the liquid. I ignore Gerard’s hysterics. Whether he was lying or not, I’m a little dubious because I’ve already started drinking it so I can’t really stop. I just clamp my eyes shut and chug it down. When I’m done, I push the glass away and wince at the sour, burning taste.
“Errrrrrluuueghhh!” Is all I manage to choke out as I try to swallow away the drink that reminds me of nail polish remover. Gerard’s doubled over, smacking his hand on his leg. I can’t even bring myself to be concerned about what he’s just made me consume, I’m more worried about getting the disgusting taste out of my now numb mouth. My eyes burn and water as I splutter about like a drowning llama.
Once Gerard’s calmed down and I’m good enough to attack him, I attempt to strike him across the head with my hand but he just grabs my arm and holds it in front of his face mockingly. I struggle to fight back but it’s like a chicken foetus fighting against a horse.
Basically, I’m losing.
So I give up.
“You’re so gullible! You-” Gerard chokes between fits of adorable giggles.
NO! This beast is not adorable.
“You... You just downed a glass of vodka!” Gerard squeals.
Suddenly, the world starts spinning and I grip Gerard to keep me upright. My eyes feel fuzzy and my head feels like somebody’s hammered a..hammer through my skull. It’s a dull, pounding thump. I slowly lose control of my body and a bile rises in my throat.
-
And that’s when I got my payback on Gerard.
I hurled all over him.
But the next day, due to my first ever (and hopefully last) hangover, Gerard had got me dressed...
-
“Katie.” My dreams of cute dragons and fluffy peacocks are interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Kaaaaattiieeeee.” Gerard drags out my name, causing me to slowly crack my eyes open.
“You bitch” I mumble, my words flowing together. “You retarded Dino..rex. You- you just brought the achy thing back. I hate you- you ..you penissshh.” I slur my words, causing Gerard to laugh.
“Well. I’m dressed and seeing as you’ve got to be at school in just under an hour, I’ve decided I’m going to make it up to you for getting you wasted. You’ll struggle otherwise.” Seems fair... Gerard doesn’t go to school anymore so it’s nice of him to offer.
“You do a shit job and you’re in for it.” I mumble as Gerard carries me out of bed bridal style. He takes me to the bathroom and helps me freshen up.
By that I mean I just slump on the sink counter with my eyes shut and mouth unattractively open whilst Gerard moves the tooth brush for me.
And then he splashes my face with water for me.
And then he washes and styles my hair for me.
But he leaves me to help myself to the toilet and change my underwear on my own, which I only just manage to do without falling over.
Next, he gets me dressed into what I hope are acceptable clothes. He keeps giggling, but I’m too tired to argue; it’s good enough of him to help me.
“Make up.” I mumble.
“You don’t need it Kay.” Despite having a hangover, he still manages to make my heart flutter. I like the idea of Gerard taking care of me.
“Pleasssseeeee?” I whine.
“Fine.” He agrees, applying some make up to my tired face. He runs into his room and grabs a... I don’t even know what it is; I’m too tired, and wraps it around me. I pick up the faint smell of cigarette, peppermint and cinnamon. He chuckles to himself before giving me a piggy back all the way to school. Still sniggering.
*
“You feel better yet?” Georgia asks as we walk to the girl’s bathrooms. It’s first break and I feel anxious already.
“Yeah, I do. I need to check out what Gerard’s done to me. I didn’t even bother to look this morning. I’m never accepting a drink off of him again.” I groan.
“You’re gonna love it.” Georgia grins.
Queue short sighted possum look
We shuffle into the toiletS, causing some year nines to scurry away at the mere sight of us.
“Remember when we used to be scared of year elevens?” I giggle as I walk over to the mirror. “I was also gonna- Oh. My. God. GERARD WAY IS FUCKING DEAD!”
-
I cringe at the memory of what I was wearing. I had to go home early, I told the teacher I was sick, but we all knew it was to escape the embarrassment.
And to murder Gerard Way.
I’m so surprised I wasn’t told off for it at school! Mikey had told me that he overheard a few teachers talking about ‘how wonderful it is to see a young girl contributing to charity, even if she looks ridiculous.’
What did he do to me? Okay, picture this.
My thin frame sported my old stripy orange and black Halloween tights, one of my only skirts, lacy and black, almost a long tutu. On my top half was my Barbie pyjama top and a disgusting knitted cardigan which I wasn’t even aware existed, and finally, Gerard’s Misfits hoodie, which reached my mid-thighs and practically drowned me in Gerard’s beautiful scent. I was walking around in my old Bratz welly boots that my Nan has forced me to wear since I was about twelve and my golden locks were backcombed and straightened on one side and left naturally wavy on the other. On my head were the Minnie Mouse ears that I bought from Disney Land as a kid, all lopsided and scruffy.
My face. Wow. I looked like a vampiric raccoon with a side order of creepy doll. My eyes were rimmed (quite nicely) with smudged black kohl liner, my lips were blood red and my cheeks held big, precise circles of baby pink lipstick. Gerard had put my mascara on well, making my long lashes look even darker, so I’ll give him that. But I still looked like I’d been dressed by a blind person with the mental age of a three year old.
I’d never hit anybody harder than I did Gerard that sunny Thursday afternoon.
And, boy, it felt good.
So good.
Hope you liikkedd it!!!
p.s omfg. My music is already pretty loud, but my stereo just went all quiet and suddenly, it played soooo loud.... This Song Is About Being Attacked By Monsters by Leathermouth. I SHAT myself to put it nicely. It was a massive crash and a sudden scream and I nearly jumped off my bed. Scary times....
[*RATE AND REVIEW AND I WILL TRY TO WRITE MORE SOOON
.
.
.
I tend to take ages to update then remember I’m in the middle of writing a story, then throw loads of chapters out and forget about it.... I SHALL CHANGE MY WAYS (pardon the pun;)
Ahhhhhhh okay so I’ve received a couple of virtual cupcakes. I just want to let you know I also like money, posters, clothes and more free stuff. ENJOYY:D
p.s BITCH THERE ARE LIKE THESE FLASHBACK THINGS OKAY? :D
pps. I’ve never been drunk or tipsy so please excuse my description of it. I just went by what some of the lads did at my friend’s mum’s 50th last night. (it was high-lary-usss)
Disclaimer: I don't own The Ways. I don’t own anything. Not even sanity.
LOL joke I own the storyline bitcheeeesss;D
So my first week has been...eventful. Donna and I get along like mother and daughter, Mikey and I have really deep conversations and I’ve grown very fond of him, Gerard and me, however, well...that’s a different story.
-
“I know you’re there you don’t need to attack the door!” Gerard shouts from in the shower, clearly amused by the fact that he’s got something I want.
“I need my tooth brush! Can’t you just throw it over the cubicle and then I’ll run in and take it with my eyes shut?!” I beg, hearing him snort.
“Your fault for leaving your tooth brush in the shower.” He scoffs. “Wait, why is your tooth brush in the shower?!”
I blush, silently thanking the Lord that he can’t see me. “Because...Because I brush my teeth in there, okay? It’s fun and it’s just easier, so just shut up and throw it over. I’m coming into the bathroom with my eyes shut in five seconds.” I hear him shut the water off and then something small clatters on the floor.
“Fine. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Kay fetch!” He shouts, giggling as I run into the room with my eyes clamped shut.
I blindly feel around for the tooth brush and decide it’s not where I’m looking, so I stand up a little taller and run as fast as I can to what I hope is the other side of the bathroom.
SMACK!
That’s when I black out after whacking my head on the outside shower wall. Bear in mind Gerard’s naked next to where I’ve dropped.
And I’m wearing my farm PJ’s.
With chickens, ducks, cows, pigs and donkeys on them.
-
That’s a pretty painful memory... plus it was like five days ago and I haven’t left my tooth brush in the shower since.
Then there’s that other time when I made him walk me to school. It was Monday when he first met my best friend Georgia. Let’s just say, she’s a very bubbly character. She also gets horny over Patrick Swayze, Lynx deodorant for men (she has worn it on a number of occasions) and olives. Yes, she gets horny over olives.
When Gerard met Georgia, my olive horny friend. Wow. That was something to remember.
-
My heart races as we near the school. Within a matter of minutes Gerard will scream and run. Make that seconds. She’s already spotted us.
Damn.
I grimace at Georgia who is running full speed like a one man wolf pack towards Gerard and I. I had text her a couple times about him yesterday, and I did happen to mention how hot he is.
And how good he smells.
And how nice his bum is.
But I kinda hope she’s smart enough not to open her big fat gob and tell hi-
“Oh so you’re the hot one that Gay-tie has been texting my about! Turn around, let’s see if she’s right about that bum of yours!” Georgia giggles, forcing Gerard to turn around as she checks him out. She whistles at the sight of him before giving me a dramatic wink and mouths ‘I would’ at me.
It’s a really obvious ‘I would’ as well.
Great. So now Gerard’s witnessed Georgia call me Gay-tie instead of Katie he’s never gonna let it drop.
“Uh- care to explain, Gay-tie?” He teases, his playful eyes making me practically melt.
“Oh don’t look at her like that she’ll do her retarded fish impression.” Georgia butts in. She points at me, my mouth agape, occasionally trying to form words. And failing. “Look, she’s doing it now. Haha! She’s so funny huh? You know she still sleeps with two teddies?” I slap my best friend on the arm. My cheeks flame and I feel it. She just feigns hurt and struts off towards a new victim. God help them.
“Awww. Ickle Kitty Kat can’t sleep without Tedds?” Gerard smirks, earning him a punch on the arm. “I’ll pick you up later. Want me to bring your Barbies too?” My heart hammers whenever he smirks at me.
My heart is currently hammering.
He is currently smirking at me.
“Piss off.” Is all I say before marching up to the building, cheeks still flushed scarlet.
-
I wince at the memory. It was embarrassing to say the least. Then there was Wednesday night, we were in the garden, I was sunbathing and he was pestering me.
He thought it was funny to get me drunk.
-
“C’mon you big baby. It’s just water and a vitamin!” I eye Gerard suspiciously (short-sighted possum impression) as he pushes a large glass of clear liquid towards me.
“I know better than to take a drink from you. Plus, if it’s spiked then I could die.” Gerard laughs and shakes his head at me. “It better not have some alcoholic formula or something because I don’t drink.” I say bluntly.
“Just drink the water Kay.” My stomach flutters at the nickname, but I push the water aside. “Come on! You haven’t drank anything all day and it’s kinda scaring me. You need water. It’s got some random vitamin thing in it to make you...uh... it makes your hair grow faster!” I subconsciously touch my long honey locks. My hair reaches my boobs and I really want it to reach just before the end of my ribs. Plus, Gerard’s hair is pretty long for a guy so it might have worked for him? What have I got to lose? I’m so thirsty and it is a hot day. I stare into his eyes, the beautiful orbs laced with concern. Hmmm... I can just imagine the refreshing liquid run down my dry throat.
“For God’s sake fine. Give it here.” I snap, snatching the glass of ‘water and vitamins’.
“You have to down it really quickly. And plug your nose; you’re not going to be used to the taste yet.” Out comes the short sighted possum impression, again. “Uhh... Also, once you start drinking it it’s not good to stop.”
I raise the glass to my lips, take a breath, plug my nose and down the liquid. I ignore Gerard’s hysterics. Whether he was lying or not, I’m a little dubious because I’ve already started drinking it so I can’t really stop. I just clamp my eyes shut and chug it down. When I’m done, I push the glass away and wince at the sour, burning taste.
“Errrrrrluuueghhh!” Is all I manage to choke out as I try to swallow away the drink that reminds me of nail polish remover. Gerard’s doubled over, smacking his hand on his leg. I can’t even bring myself to be concerned about what he’s just made me consume, I’m more worried about getting the disgusting taste out of my now numb mouth. My eyes burn and water as I splutter about like a drowning llama.
Once Gerard’s calmed down and I’m good enough to attack him, I attempt to strike him across the head with my hand but he just grabs my arm and holds it in front of his face mockingly. I struggle to fight back but it’s like a chicken foetus fighting against a horse.
Basically, I’m losing.
So I give up.
“You’re so gullible! You-” Gerard chokes between fits of adorable giggles.
NO! This beast is not adorable.
“You... You just downed a glass of vodka!” Gerard squeals.
Suddenly, the world starts spinning and I grip Gerard to keep me upright. My eyes feel fuzzy and my head feels like somebody’s hammered a..hammer through my skull. It’s a dull, pounding thump. I slowly lose control of my body and a bile rises in my throat.
-
And that’s when I got my payback on Gerard.
I hurled all over him.
But the next day, due to my first ever (and hopefully last) hangover, Gerard had got me dressed...
-
“Katie.” My dreams of cute dragons and fluffy peacocks are interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Kaaaaattiieeeee.” Gerard drags out my name, causing me to slowly crack my eyes open.
“You bitch” I mumble, my words flowing together. “You retarded Dino..rex. You- you just brought the achy thing back. I hate you- you ..you penissshh.” I slur my words, causing Gerard to laugh.
“Well. I’m dressed and seeing as you’ve got to be at school in just under an hour, I’ve decided I’m going to make it up to you for getting you wasted. You’ll struggle otherwise.” Seems fair... Gerard doesn’t go to school anymore so it’s nice of him to offer.
“You do a shit job and you’re in for it.” I mumble as Gerard carries me out of bed bridal style. He takes me to the bathroom and helps me freshen up.
By that I mean I just slump on the sink counter with my eyes shut and mouth unattractively open whilst Gerard moves the tooth brush for me.
And then he splashes my face with water for me.
And then he washes and styles my hair for me.
But he leaves me to help myself to the toilet and change my underwear on my own, which I only just manage to do without falling over.
Next, he gets me dressed into what I hope are acceptable clothes. He keeps giggling, but I’m too tired to argue; it’s good enough of him to help me.
“Make up.” I mumble.
“You don’t need it Kay.” Despite having a hangover, he still manages to make my heart flutter. I like the idea of Gerard taking care of me.
“Pleasssseeeee?” I whine.
“Fine.” He agrees, applying some make up to my tired face. He runs into his room and grabs a... I don’t even know what it is; I’m too tired, and wraps it around me. I pick up the faint smell of cigarette, peppermint and cinnamon. He chuckles to himself before giving me a piggy back all the way to school. Still sniggering.
*
“You feel better yet?” Georgia asks as we walk to the girl’s bathrooms. It’s first break and I feel anxious already.
“Yeah, I do. I need to check out what Gerard’s done to me. I didn’t even bother to look this morning. I’m never accepting a drink off of him again.” I groan.
“You’re gonna love it.” Georgia grins.
Queue short sighted possum look
We shuffle into the toiletS, causing some year nines to scurry away at the mere sight of us.
“Remember when we used to be scared of year elevens?” I giggle as I walk over to the mirror. “I was also gonna- Oh. My. God. GERARD WAY IS FUCKING DEAD!”
-
I cringe at the memory of what I was wearing. I had to go home early, I told the teacher I was sick, but we all knew it was to escape the embarrassment.
And to murder Gerard Way.
I’m so surprised I wasn’t told off for it at school! Mikey had told me that he overheard a few teachers talking about ‘how wonderful it is to see a young girl contributing to charity, even if she looks ridiculous.’
What did he do to me? Okay, picture this.
My thin frame sported my old stripy orange and black Halloween tights, one of my only skirts, lacy and black, almost a long tutu. On my top half was my Barbie pyjama top and a disgusting knitted cardigan which I wasn’t even aware existed, and finally, Gerard’s Misfits hoodie, which reached my mid-thighs and practically drowned me in Gerard’s beautiful scent. I was walking around in my old Bratz welly boots that my Nan has forced me to wear since I was about twelve and my golden locks were backcombed and straightened on one side and left naturally wavy on the other. On my head were the Minnie Mouse ears that I bought from Disney Land as a kid, all lopsided and scruffy.
My face. Wow. I looked like a vampiric raccoon with a side order of creepy doll. My eyes were rimmed (quite nicely) with smudged black kohl liner, my lips were blood red and my cheeks held big, precise circles of baby pink lipstick. Gerard had put my mascara on well, making my long lashes look even darker, so I’ll give him that. But I still looked like I’d been dressed by a blind person with the mental age of a three year old.
I’d never hit anybody harder than I did Gerard that sunny Thursday afternoon.
And, boy, it felt good.
So good.
Hope you liikkedd it!!!
p.s omfg. My music is already pretty loud, but my stereo just went all quiet and suddenly, it played soooo loud.... This Song Is About Being Attacked By Monsters by Leathermouth. I SHAT myself to put it nicely. It was a massive crash and a sudden scream and I nearly jumped off my bed. Scary times....
[*RATE AND REVIEW AND I WILL TRY TO WRITE MORE SOOON
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