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Mafia Band in Watery Pants
Mafia, Band, Water and Pants. What the hell is the link, you ask? Well, I don't even know myself! xD Read up if you wanna know where that comes from. :P
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It'd been a week since Gee and I met in the park. Since then, I just ticked off my brother time after time, presenting him EVERY PICTURE I drew. From things inspired my photographs to original concepts, I just seemed to let him seethe in his seat. I was PROUD.
Productive
Realistic
Overly-hyper
Utterly Gloaty
and inDestucible!!
Okay, maybe not that much... But, well, you get my drift. I felt like the Queen of the World. My grades were getting better since I prayed Bob and Ray to help me in Math and Geography, and my little princesses were getting better, too! IN EVERYTHING! I finally convinced Gerard that drinking the night before an exam was a bad idea, and that Frank shouldn't encourage him.
Even Mikey got better playing his all-mighty base. In fact, he even started to teach me the basics! man was I proud of my kid brother.
The last bell that announced the beginning of the classes hadn't rung yet, so it was CHAOS in the class. It was usually the time when the jerks and bitches came up to us 'OutKasts'. I still don't know why they didn't give UP! I mean, half of them were sent to the hospital because they had a broken nose!
I guess they really are that naturally stupid.
"So, Sugar, that was one hell of a night last night, right?" One guy said, while I was mindlessly sketching out guns.
Gerard sighed, and Frank just readied himself to take out an other one. I turned around to face the latter, just mouthing 'Don't bother.'
"Yeah sure. Like I'd ever have a one-night stand with a small-dick like you." I smirked, pulling down his pants.
HA. Loser. I think I even made him cry! Well, all I know was that he ran out of the class like a moron, just as the bell rang, and the teacher came into the classroom. I gave a brief glance around the place, making sure I made eye-contact with everyone. The message was clear:
"Say just ONE WORD and my Mafia will kill you."
Ha, yeah, the band and I had this inside joke. One time, while we were at Frank's, Gerard and Mikey kept on talking about the 'old days', and I started to call them old mafia dudes. They actually kept those 'nicknames' and started working on their Italian accent. Which wasn't hard, since they ARE half Italian.
And scottish. Go figure.
After school, we were all pretty happy with the day. Only three guys(and one bitch, igh) had walked up to us. Even if it's been six months, having a decrease from 11 to 3 in a day is one BIG improvement. Looks like the 'mafia' thing got around too. Heh.
"Fye, wait up!" Mikey called behind me, running to end up at my right.
"Hey~, what's up?" I asked with a smile. I seemed to have regained my smile and happiness around these guys. Which is a good thing, too.
"I just thought you might help me with my biology homework..." He asked, tilting his head back. "I got an F in my last exam..."
"Yeouch. Well, you came to the right person! I get an A all the time in Biology." I said proudly, deeply inhaling the fresh October air.
~~~~~~~~~
When we got at the Way's place, I was a little disappointed to see Gee wasn't there. That guy always found a way to make me laugh. But Mikey did too, so I didn't really mind, after all... But still, I had the weird feeling something wasn't right, or that something WOULDN'T be right.
Heh, what I DIDN'T know was that the guys had passed a bet on who could scare me first. Idiots...
After having climbed up to Mikey's room and throwing my bag on his bed, I did what I usually did anywhere; I sprawled myself on the floor. Ray would laugh at me because it was weird. But Bob and Frank always sat on the floor... So THEY didn't laugh. And gee and Mikey were always too busy arguing about which was more comfortable: Floor or Chair.
"SO!" I exclaimed, pushing myself up on my knees. "What is it you don't under-"
"EVERYHING." Mikey groaned, hitting his head on his desk.
"...Oh... Well, this is gonna be a first..." I laughed nervously, propping myself up and hoping up on Mikey's desk. It would be a LONG night.
~~~~~~~~~*~
It was somewhere near 8PM when Mikey forced me to stop. HE could've gone further, that wasn't the problem. It was ME who was starting to get a headache! Explaining complicated things four times in a row in DIFFERENT WAYS wasn't what I'd like to call easy peasy FUN.
"Come on, let's go downstairs, I'll get us something to drink." He offered, half-guilty of working me out like that.
I obeyed, and sluggishly descended the stairs, almost tripping and killing myself more than once. But MAN was I happy when my foot touched the floor. Action->Reaction: I let myself fall to the ground. But I had to get up anyways to get to the couch...
"NOW I remember why I never want to become a fucking teacher!!" I whined, plopping myself on the couch. It was black and soft, PERFECT for me.
I closed my eyes ad started to doze off when I felt Mikey sitting on the edge of the couch. I smiled lightly, and opened my eyes to sit up, when I felt his forehead on my own.
It took me a few seconds to register the info, but when I did, I fucking FREAKED OUT and made us BOTH fall down. Both glasses of water when flying, soaking ME more than mister Smart-ass. So, when everything had settled, there was a very disgruntled and soaked me in a forest green tank top and a flustered Mikey under me. Did I mention he was THREE YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME?!
"...MICHAEL JAMES WAY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!"
"...What the fucking shit is going on...?"
So ENTER Gerard.
And what HE saw was his younger brother with a soaked girl over his, both hands on her waist, and flustered as though they'd just made out or something. Oh, and two shattered glasses on the floor.
"THIS is NOT what it looks like." I growled, pushing myself up and off Mikey. Poor dude; he had to take out his asthma pump...
"...So if it's not my best friend straddling my three year younger brother, than what IS it?" He asked, dropping his bag beside the door, before closing said door. Oh MAN did he look pissed.
"Uh, so, maybe it IS what it looked like..." I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck. "But, I SWEAR it's not my fault!"
"It's mine..." Mikey admitting, raising his hand, but not bothering getting up from the floor. "I guess I scared her a little too-"
"DID FUCKING NOT!" I shouted, sighing, and letting myself fall back on the floor. "YOU didn't scare me... Something else clicked and made me freak out." I shrugged, looking away.
Ten minutes later, I hugged both brothers and made my way back home; parents called and were apparently worried sick.
Productive
Realistic
Overly-hyper
Utterly Gloaty
and inDestucible!!
Okay, maybe not that much... But, well, you get my drift. I felt like the Queen of the World. My grades were getting better since I prayed Bob and Ray to help me in Math and Geography, and my little princesses were getting better, too! IN EVERYTHING! I finally convinced Gerard that drinking the night before an exam was a bad idea, and that Frank shouldn't encourage him.
Even Mikey got better playing his all-mighty base. In fact, he even started to teach me the basics! man was I proud of my kid brother.
The last bell that announced the beginning of the classes hadn't rung yet, so it was CHAOS in the class. It was usually the time when the jerks and bitches came up to us 'OutKasts'. I still don't know why they didn't give UP! I mean, half of them were sent to the hospital because they had a broken nose!
I guess they really are that naturally stupid.
"So, Sugar, that was one hell of a night last night, right?" One guy said, while I was mindlessly sketching out guns.
Gerard sighed, and Frank just readied himself to take out an other one. I turned around to face the latter, just mouthing 'Don't bother.'
"Yeah sure. Like I'd ever have a one-night stand with a small-dick like you." I smirked, pulling down his pants.
HA. Loser. I think I even made him cry! Well, all I know was that he ran out of the class like a moron, just as the bell rang, and the teacher came into the classroom. I gave a brief glance around the place, making sure I made eye-contact with everyone. The message was clear:
"Say just ONE WORD and my Mafia will kill you."
Ha, yeah, the band and I had this inside joke. One time, while we were at Frank's, Gerard and Mikey kept on talking about the 'old days', and I started to call them old mafia dudes. They actually kept those 'nicknames' and started working on their Italian accent. Which wasn't hard, since they ARE half Italian.
And scottish. Go figure.
After school, we were all pretty happy with the day. Only three guys(and one bitch, igh) had walked up to us. Even if it's been six months, having a decrease from 11 to 3 in a day is one BIG improvement. Looks like the 'mafia' thing got around too. Heh.
"Fye, wait up!" Mikey called behind me, running to end up at my right.
"Hey~, what's up?" I asked with a smile. I seemed to have regained my smile and happiness around these guys. Which is a good thing, too.
"I just thought you might help me with my biology homework..." He asked, tilting his head back. "I got an F in my last exam..."
"Yeouch. Well, you came to the right person! I get an A all the time in Biology." I said proudly, deeply inhaling the fresh October air.
~~~~~~~~~
When we got at the Way's place, I was a little disappointed to see Gee wasn't there. That guy always found a way to make me laugh. But Mikey did too, so I didn't really mind, after all... But still, I had the weird feeling something wasn't right, or that something WOULDN'T be right.
Heh, what I DIDN'T know was that the guys had passed a bet on who could scare me first. Idiots...
After having climbed up to Mikey's room and throwing my bag on his bed, I did what I usually did anywhere; I sprawled myself on the floor. Ray would laugh at me because it was weird. But Bob and Frank always sat on the floor... So THEY didn't laugh. And gee and Mikey were always too busy arguing about which was more comfortable: Floor or Chair.
"SO!" I exclaimed, pushing myself up on my knees. "What is it you don't under-"
"EVERYHING." Mikey groaned, hitting his head on his desk.
"...Oh... Well, this is gonna be a first..." I laughed nervously, propping myself up and hoping up on Mikey's desk. It would be a LONG night.
~~~~~~~~~*~
It was somewhere near 8PM when Mikey forced me to stop. HE could've gone further, that wasn't the problem. It was ME who was starting to get a headache! Explaining complicated things four times in a row in DIFFERENT WAYS wasn't what I'd like to call easy peasy FUN.
"Come on, let's go downstairs, I'll get us something to drink." He offered, half-guilty of working me out like that.
I obeyed, and sluggishly descended the stairs, almost tripping and killing myself more than once. But MAN was I happy when my foot touched the floor. Action->Reaction: I let myself fall to the ground. But I had to get up anyways to get to the couch...
"NOW I remember why I never want to become a fucking teacher!!" I whined, plopping myself on the couch. It was black and soft, PERFECT for me.
I closed my eyes ad started to doze off when I felt Mikey sitting on the edge of the couch. I smiled lightly, and opened my eyes to sit up, when I felt his forehead on my own.
It took me a few seconds to register the info, but when I did, I fucking FREAKED OUT and made us BOTH fall down. Both glasses of water when flying, soaking ME more than mister Smart-ass. So, when everything had settled, there was a very disgruntled and soaked me in a forest green tank top and a flustered Mikey under me. Did I mention he was THREE YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME?!
"...MICHAEL JAMES WAY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!"
"...What the fucking shit is going on...?"
So ENTER Gerard.
And what HE saw was his younger brother with a soaked girl over his, both hands on her waist, and flustered as though they'd just made out or something. Oh, and two shattered glasses on the floor.
"THIS is NOT what it looks like." I growled, pushing myself up and off Mikey. Poor dude; he had to take out his asthma pump...
"...So if it's not my best friend straddling my three year younger brother, than what IS it?" He asked, dropping his bag beside the door, before closing said door. Oh MAN did he look pissed.
"Uh, so, maybe it IS what it looked like..." I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck. "But, I SWEAR it's not my fault!"
"It's mine..." Mikey admitting, raising his hand, but not bothering getting up from the floor. "I guess I scared her a little too-"
"DID FUCKING NOT!" I shouted, sighing, and letting myself fall back on the floor. "YOU didn't scare me... Something else clicked and made me freak out." I shrugged, looking away.
Ten minutes later, I hugged both brothers and made my way back home; parents called and were apparently worried sick.
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