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Here goes my first try, everyone.
Also, I forgot to mention before that I'm aware the five boys weren't originally in MCR but let's pretend, okay?
I don't own MCR or anything related to it. Love you all. Here we go -deep breath-
Coty's POV (yes, it's a girl. Instead of the d sound, use the t sound)
People rushed past me, scrambling to the bar like animals. Half off all drinks starting just before the live bands. That's enough to drive everyone mad.
I was seated in my usual spot, settled in the corner. The table was only big enough for two people, the pealing paint making it look even more sad. I nervously picked at my tights, making the ripped patterns dance and split worse than they already had. My black nail polish was chipping, and I had to resist the urge to start scratching off the black chips into a pile in my lap. I let my eyes shift around the bar quickly. So far, so good. Nobody had bothered me yet. Luckily enough for me, most of the guys here had already tried once and didn't dare to try again. I had earned the reputation of being a man-hating bitch. I wasn't interested in the sex I was offered. All of the men that tried to talk to me ended up trying to take my home, and that was when I finally put my boot down. I stopped being nice and started being bitter to people that tried to talk to me. What every filthy person in here didn't know, was that my hate wasn't limited to men alone. I didn't particularly like people. Humans were lying, cheating, and disgusting. I went back to idly looking looking at the toes of my black doc martens. I needed a a new pair, as mine were beat up and scuffed. It's a wonder they hadn't fallen apart.
I'd been asked several times why I even bothered to come to this bar. Most people came here to drink, socialize, or find a quick fuck. I couldn't drink, as I was only 20. I came for the music. Almost every night, a live band played. Unlike most bars around, they didn't have eighties cover bands or club music. They had mostly punk bands, along with a few folk, ska, alternative, and the occasional pop punk band. I smiled to myself. Tonight, there was a new band. I was told this was their first show out of a basement and into a bar. When the owner of the bar, a wrinkly, tattoo'd old man, stepped up on the low stage, I stood up quickly. I made my way hastily to the front, clicking my teeth against the metal bars in my cheeks. I didn't quite catch the name of the band-chemical something romance-, but made it to the the side of the stage by the speaker just the same.
I didn't pay much attention to the band's appearance or members. I closed my eyes, leaning against the big bass speaker, feeling the first chord vibrate my whole body. 30 Seconds into the song and I felt myself smiling and nodding to the drum line. They were good. The singer might have been a little drunk, judging by his slurred singing, but the lyrics were understandable just the same. Soon enough, the band was off and I made my way back to my table. I sipped my diet coke slowly, my fingers fidgeting with each other again. I didn't particularly want to be there anymore, but I wasn't ready to go home to an empty apartment quite yet. I'd stay for another 45 minutes at most, just to enjoy the punk music playing from the radio above me.
Frank's POV
"That was fuckin' GREAT Gerard!" I yelled enthusiastically backstage, hitting his arm. He grinned back at me, the smell of vodka finding its way to my nose. He was wasted, which figured.
All of the guys gave a cheer, and dispersed throughout the bar.
I made my way out, unsure of what to do. I wasn't old enough to drink like my band mates, so I decided to just find a place to sit. While making my way through the bar, I spotted a girl sitting by herself in the corner. She had long black hair and I spotted a few tattoos poking through the holds in her tights. She was chewing on her lip and fiddling with her hands a little awkwardly. She had cheek piercings. Nobody had cheek piercings. That's so bad ass. I made my way to her, hoping not to alarm her.
Coty's POV
"Hey, those are some really kickass cheek piercings!" I jumped, startled at the voice next to me.
I almost rolled my eyes. A guy who looked about my age was standing over me. He had a lip ring and a nose ring, along with a few tattoos. His hair was cut in an interesting half shaved hair-do, the short side bleach blonde and the long side black, the longest part curling on his cheek. He had a small smile on his face, and he held out his hand. I spotted the letters "H A LL O" on his knuckles. I just looked at his hand, nodding. "I'm Frank!" He said warmly.
"Coty." I said flatly. Here we go again.
"Mind if I sit?" He asked, his smile disappearing a little.
"I guess." I looked away, shuffling my boots.
"Sorry if that was weird, I just rarely see that piercing on anyone! I love the little black bars you have in them with the spikes. Matches your septum and everything. I'm a body modification fan myself!" He grinned. I gave a halfhearted smile. At least he knew what my nose piercing was called. I decided to let him sit her a bit longer.
"Thank you." I said genuinely, my voice threatening to crack. I got anxious when talking to people.
"No problem," He nodded, "Did you like our band?"
"That was you?" I said stupidly. I hadn't payed attention to the members enough to remember.
"Yeah," He said, chewing his lip ring "My Chemical Romance. I was the one on rhythmic guitar"
I wondered if a compliment would make him think I was flirting. I hoped not.
"Yeah, I actually liked you guys a lot. The singer's voice is pretty cool and you guys seem to have your shit together. I'd like to hear some more." I tried to sound uninterested.
"Wow, thanks man!" He grinned, making his already young face look almost childish. "I would give you like, a cd or something but we don't have any recordings yet."
I was fidgeting my hands again. I let myself observe him for a second. He was cute, that was for sure. Even so, I wasn't going to let him trick me into having sex with him.
"So...What's that tattoo on you thigh?" He asked, pointing to the hole in my tights that revealed a small part of the picture.
"It's the Misfits crimson ghost," I explained, "You know, the band?"
"I love Misfits! That's bad ass. Wow, that's so cool!" He was looking at my thigh amazed, but not sexually. Still, that made my nervous so I tugged the bottom of my black skirt further down my legs. With that, he looked back up and behind me.
"Hey Frank, we're going to leave in fifteen." said a voice behind me. I turned around to see a tall, skinny guy with brown, straight hair, glasses, and a beanie. He glanced at me, nodding a hello, and looked back at Frank. "Don't worry, I'm not letting Gerard drive. He's borderline passed out."
Frank nodded, his eyes flickering to me. "I'll meet you guys at the van in a sec, Mikes." Frank smiled. Great. Here it comes. 'Mikes' walked away rather quickly.
"That's the bassist. He's the singer's little brother," Frank explained and I nodded. I tapped my foot, hoping he would decide to leave before he decided he wanted to take me home. He sat there for a few minutes, looking around the bar. Finally, her turned his attention back to me. "So, I was wondering i-"
I cut him off in mid sentence. "No, I will not go home with you. Fuck off." I spat, my hands tightening to fists. I knew that had been coming.
I watched as Frank's face turned a dark red and his mouth gaped at me for a second. "-i-if you wanted to watch our b-band play here this s-saturday..." He stuttered slowly, his hazel eyes wide.
It was my turn to be red in the face. I looked quickly at my lap, embarrassed. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to snap.." I bit down on my lip hard. "I figured you were just going to ask me what the assholes here usually do" I explained honestly. I felt like I could die. The one time someone was being normal, I snapped at them.
"Well, uh, no sorry if I made you think that." He frowned a little sideways, his eyebrows pushed together in a mix of confusion and frustration.
"Oh god, I'm sorry." I put my face in my hands. "I didn't mean to be rude, I'm really sorry Frank. I'd love to hear your band Saturday."
Frank seemed to cheer up a bit. "Okay" He smiled a little, still looked at me in confusion. "But if there are any assholes trying to take you home and I'm here, you can just ask me to tell them to leave you alone."
"oh...thanks," I stood up, grabbing my bag. When Frank stood up, I realized he was pretty short. I wasn't one to talk, however. I was only 4'9, practically a midget. He couldn't have been taller than 5 foot.
He waved at my and smiled. "Nice meeting you Coty!" he said before bouncing to the back.
I drove back to my apartment, where I threw myself on my bed and sighed heavily. I mentally slapped myself for being rude. Frank was just a guy trying to chat. I suppose I'd see him Saturday with his band. I'd make sure I actually payed attention to watching them play this time.
I guess this was pretty long.
I hope you guys enjoyed it.
Also, I forgot to mention before that I'm aware the five boys weren't originally in MCR but let's pretend, okay?
I don't own MCR or anything related to it. Love you all. Here we go -deep breath-
Coty's POV (yes, it's a girl. Instead of the d sound, use the t sound)
People rushed past me, scrambling to the bar like animals. Half off all drinks starting just before the live bands. That's enough to drive everyone mad.
I was seated in my usual spot, settled in the corner. The table was only big enough for two people, the pealing paint making it look even more sad. I nervously picked at my tights, making the ripped patterns dance and split worse than they already had. My black nail polish was chipping, and I had to resist the urge to start scratching off the black chips into a pile in my lap. I let my eyes shift around the bar quickly. So far, so good. Nobody had bothered me yet. Luckily enough for me, most of the guys here had already tried once and didn't dare to try again. I had earned the reputation of being a man-hating bitch. I wasn't interested in the sex I was offered. All of the men that tried to talk to me ended up trying to take my home, and that was when I finally put my boot down. I stopped being nice and started being bitter to people that tried to talk to me. What every filthy person in here didn't know, was that my hate wasn't limited to men alone. I didn't particularly like people. Humans were lying, cheating, and disgusting. I went back to idly looking looking at the toes of my black doc martens. I needed a a new pair, as mine were beat up and scuffed. It's a wonder they hadn't fallen apart.
I'd been asked several times why I even bothered to come to this bar. Most people came here to drink, socialize, or find a quick fuck. I couldn't drink, as I was only 20. I came for the music. Almost every night, a live band played. Unlike most bars around, they didn't have eighties cover bands or club music. They had mostly punk bands, along with a few folk, ska, alternative, and the occasional pop punk band. I smiled to myself. Tonight, there was a new band. I was told this was their first show out of a basement and into a bar. When the owner of the bar, a wrinkly, tattoo'd old man, stepped up on the low stage, I stood up quickly. I made my way hastily to the front, clicking my teeth against the metal bars in my cheeks. I didn't quite catch the name of the band-chemical something romance-, but made it to the the side of the stage by the speaker just the same.
I didn't pay much attention to the band's appearance or members. I closed my eyes, leaning against the big bass speaker, feeling the first chord vibrate my whole body. 30 Seconds into the song and I felt myself smiling and nodding to the drum line. They were good. The singer might have been a little drunk, judging by his slurred singing, but the lyrics were understandable just the same. Soon enough, the band was off and I made my way back to my table. I sipped my diet coke slowly, my fingers fidgeting with each other again. I didn't particularly want to be there anymore, but I wasn't ready to go home to an empty apartment quite yet. I'd stay for another 45 minutes at most, just to enjoy the punk music playing from the radio above me.
Frank's POV
"That was fuckin' GREAT Gerard!" I yelled enthusiastically backstage, hitting his arm. He grinned back at me, the smell of vodka finding its way to my nose. He was wasted, which figured.
All of the guys gave a cheer, and dispersed throughout the bar.
I made my way out, unsure of what to do. I wasn't old enough to drink like my band mates, so I decided to just find a place to sit. While making my way through the bar, I spotted a girl sitting by herself in the corner. She had long black hair and I spotted a few tattoos poking through the holds in her tights. She was chewing on her lip and fiddling with her hands a little awkwardly. She had cheek piercings. Nobody had cheek piercings. That's so bad ass. I made my way to her, hoping not to alarm her.
Coty's POV
"Hey, those are some really kickass cheek piercings!" I jumped, startled at the voice next to me.
I almost rolled my eyes. A guy who looked about my age was standing over me. He had a lip ring and a nose ring, along with a few tattoos. His hair was cut in an interesting half shaved hair-do, the short side bleach blonde and the long side black, the longest part curling on his cheek. He had a small smile on his face, and he held out his hand. I spotted the letters "H A LL O" on his knuckles. I just looked at his hand, nodding. "I'm Frank!" He said warmly.
"Coty." I said flatly. Here we go again.
"Mind if I sit?" He asked, his smile disappearing a little.
"I guess." I looked away, shuffling my boots.
"Sorry if that was weird, I just rarely see that piercing on anyone! I love the little black bars you have in them with the spikes. Matches your septum and everything. I'm a body modification fan myself!" He grinned. I gave a halfhearted smile. At least he knew what my nose piercing was called. I decided to let him sit her a bit longer.
"Thank you." I said genuinely, my voice threatening to crack. I got anxious when talking to people.
"No problem," He nodded, "Did you like our band?"
"That was you?" I said stupidly. I hadn't payed attention to the members enough to remember.
"Yeah," He said, chewing his lip ring "My Chemical Romance. I was the one on rhythmic guitar"
I wondered if a compliment would make him think I was flirting. I hoped not.
"Yeah, I actually liked you guys a lot. The singer's voice is pretty cool and you guys seem to have your shit together. I'd like to hear some more." I tried to sound uninterested.
"Wow, thanks man!" He grinned, making his already young face look almost childish. "I would give you like, a cd or something but we don't have any recordings yet."
I was fidgeting my hands again. I let myself observe him for a second. He was cute, that was for sure. Even so, I wasn't going to let him trick me into having sex with him.
"So...What's that tattoo on you thigh?" He asked, pointing to the hole in my tights that revealed a small part of the picture.
"It's the Misfits crimson ghost," I explained, "You know, the band?"
"I love Misfits! That's bad ass. Wow, that's so cool!" He was looking at my thigh amazed, but not sexually. Still, that made my nervous so I tugged the bottom of my black skirt further down my legs. With that, he looked back up and behind me.
"Hey Frank, we're going to leave in fifteen." said a voice behind me. I turned around to see a tall, skinny guy with brown, straight hair, glasses, and a beanie. He glanced at me, nodding a hello, and looked back at Frank. "Don't worry, I'm not letting Gerard drive. He's borderline passed out."
Frank nodded, his eyes flickering to me. "I'll meet you guys at the van in a sec, Mikes." Frank smiled. Great. Here it comes. 'Mikes' walked away rather quickly.
"That's the bassist. He's the singer's little brother," Frank explained and I nodded. I tapped my foot, hoping he would decide to leave before he decided he wanted to take me home. He sat there for a few minutes, looking around the bar. Finally, her turned his attention back to me. "So, I was wondering i-"
I cut him off in mid sentence. "No, I will not go home with you. Fuck off." I spat, my hands tightening to fists. I knew that had been coming.
I watched as Frank's face turned a dark red and his mouth gaped at me for a second. "-i-if you wanted to watch our b-band play here this s-saturday..." He stuttered slowly, his hazel eyes wide.
It was my turn to be red in the face. I looked quickly at my lap, embarrassed. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to snap.." I bit down on my lip hard. "I figured you were just going to ask me what the assholes here usually do" I explained honestly. I felt like I could die. The one time someone was being normal, I snapped at them.
"Well, uh, no sorry if I made you think that." He frowned a little sideways, his eyebrows pushed together in a mix of confusion and frustration.
"Oh god, I'm sorry." I put my face in my hands. "I didn't mean to be rude, I'm really sorry Frank. I'd love to hear your band Saturday."
Frank seemed to cheer up a bit. "Okay" He smiled a little, still looked at me in confusion. "But if there are any assholes trying to take you home and I'm here, you can just ask me to tell them to leave you alone."
"oh...thanks," I stood up, grabbing my bag. When Frank stood up, I realized he was pretty short. I wasn't one to talk, however. I was only 4'9, practically a midget. He couldn't have been taller than 5 foot.
He waved at my and smiled. "Nice meeting you Coty!" he said before bouncing to the back.
I drove back to my apartment, where I threw myself on my bed and sighed heavily. I mentally slapped myself for being rude. Frank was just a guy trying to chat. I suppose I'd see him Saturday with his band. I'd make sure I actually payed attention to watching them play this time.
I guess this was pretty long.
I hope you guys enjoyed it.
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