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The Touring Fense of Spiders
It's been a few months since Gee and Fye's MOMENT. But things move on, and the Band actually got signed and starts touring in July. What happends when Fye's stuck on the fense?
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It's been... How long already? Oh, right, almost ten months. Since, well, THE BIG THING. Gee and I've been tighter than EVER. We always talk together, barely spend a minute's time apart. Though, when he goes to the stupid on the weekends, it's a nice little break. Makes it so much more fun to see him again on Monday!
We're in our senior year. I guess I forgot to mention! Yeah, I'm seventeen. Well, I actually just turned seventeen a little over a month ago, on May 10th. Too bad we have to graduate this year... I actually liked Newark. The people, the school... Well, not the jocks and bitches, but the people who stood up against them with me and MCR.
Speaking of which, they managed to get a recording studio to sign them up for a contract! Shit, when I learned that, I think I was even MORE ecstatic than the guys!
"oh my god oh my god oh my fucking fucking GOD!!" I freaked, jumping up and down like I had red hot bullets in my shoes. And I jumped on every frickin person in the vicinity.
~~~~~~~~~*~
Dawn of the Dead. The guys NEVER got tired of that movie. Personally, I really NEVER saw the interest in that stupid little horror movie. Mikey liked it a lot though. So, well, I never gave negative feedback on it. Would HATE to crush the kid's enthusiasm.
Bob found himself a girlfriend. Cute, isn't it? Though we never saw nor met her. We kept on pestering him about her, but he just said 'It's not me, it's her.' That cheesy line made me laugh EVERY time.
Frank and Jamia were still together. It's been what? A year and a half since they started going out together? And that's if you don't take out the parts where they took 'breaks'. Bunch of mood-swinging people. Boosted on artificial hormones, I tell ya!
Ray never cut his hair. SURE, he trimmed it every three months, but the 'Fro still lives long, high, frizzy and proud. It's almost like a symbol of friendship for us nowadays...!
Gerard... Well, he started smoking. But just BARELY. Once every two months. Well, every time there's a big kick-ass party staring the bast band EVER. The jocks and bitches even started respecting him and his super-powerful lyrics! That just plain made me LAUGH.
And me? Well, I'm still fighting every day. Though, I'm fighting legally, and if it's not 'legal'... It's beating the crap out of bullies who beat the crap out of innocent people. And I know the law enough to get out of things in the loopholes.
~~~~~~~~~*~
"...Dudes, I have THE BEST FUCKING news EVER." Frank announced, solemnly walking back in the Toro living room. AGAIN, before she left, Ray's mom warned us:
"No blood on the walls! It stains. Love you!"
"Well, spit it out shorty." Mikey laughed, getting out of Bob's headlock.
"The studio manager just send a letter. He wants to see us in the studio Saturday... BECUASE WE'RE GOING ON A FUCKING TOUR IN JULY MAN!!"
I stared blankly at the floating piece of paper. Time seemed to go by more and more slowly, until it seemed like everything had stopped. July. I was supposed to go away for two months with my parents on a business trip. They decided that unless I was eighteen, I still had to be dragged around with them like a lapdog.
I'd miss the tour.
I'd miss his rising moment in stardom.
"Hey Bells, you okay..?" Gerard whispered in my ear, shaking me lightly after having snaked an arm around my shoulders.
"...I can't make it with you." I whispered back, before an odd silence thickened in the room.
"W-what?" Gerard asked, his smile faltering. God, why did he have to plan everything around the fact that I would be there all along..?
"...Guess your good luck charm'll have to work her magic from Canada, right?"
~~~~~~~~~*~
"PLEASE! It's just for a months! And besides, the guys can take care of me...! And they're be AT LEAST two adults with us. We won't be alone!!"
"NO."
Well, those two hours of begging, pleading and crying hadn't worked with my bullshity parents. Talk about fucking hearts of stone! Sometimes, times like these, I really wished they're just let me screw up my life like I want to. Or AT LEAST make me take responsibility for SOMETHING in my life!!
The phone rang. My father shrugged and my mother picked it up. I couldn't really hear the conversation, and I had the weird impression it concerned ME, somehow. Well, anyways, after she picked up, a few more tears rolled down my already red cheeks, as I stared coldly in my father's eyes.
"I hate you." I muttered, running to my room and slamming the door shut. Well fuck the parents, I'm going to Gee's and sleeping over for the night. Donna's nice like that, she'd understand.
~~~~~~~~~*~
"Two HOURS? Oh, poor honey..." Donna sighed, shaking her head as she held me in her arms. She was like the nice, warm aunt Gertrude every family(except mine) has. "Of COURSE you can stay here for the night... Just call your parents in the morning, okay?"
I took a shaky breath and nodded, heading up to Gerard's room, throwing myself on his bed as he spun around on his chair. And threw himself beside me.
"I can't see myself singing if you aren't there. It just feels... Wrong. Like singing without a mic."
"Or having sex alone." I shrugged, half-smirking.
"No, that's still manageable... What do you think I do when you're-"
"TOO MUCH DETAIL!!!"
~~~~~~~~~*~
Later that night, Gerard woke me up. I don't know why, exactly... Until, well, I spotted the fucking freakin huge motherfucker spider two inches from my face. He put his hands over my mouth, pulling me closer to him. Giving a pat on the pillow made the fucker fall off it, to the ground.
Next thing I knew, I was straddled by some freak killing a spider on the floor with a shoe.
"Sorry." He whispered, obviously talking about the spider AND something else that was disturbingly hard.
I smirked, and pounced on him.
"We'll just have to take care of that."
"What about Mikey, and my-"
"We'll just have to keep our moans for ourselves."
We're in our senior year. I guess I forgot to mention! Yeah, I'm seventeen. Well, I actually just turned seventeen a little over a month ago, on May 10th. Too bad we have to graduate this year... I actually liked Newark. The people, the school... Well, not the jocks and bitches, but the people who stood up against them with me and MCR.
Speaking of which, they managed to get a recording studio to sign them up for a contract! Shit, when I learned that, I think I was even MORE ecstatic than the guys!
"oh my god oh my god oh my fucking fucking GOD!!" I freaked, jumping up and down like I had red hot bullets in my shoes. And I jumped on every frickin person in the vicinity.
~~~~~~~~~*~
Dawn of the Dead. The guys NEVER got tired of that movie. Personally, I really NEVER saw the interest in that stupid little horror movie. Mikey liked it a lot though. So, well, I never gave negative feedback on it. Would HATE to crush the kid's enthusiasm.
Bob found himself a girlfriend. Cute, isn't it? Though we never saw nor met her. We kept on pestering him about her, but he just said 'It's not me, it's her.' That cheesy line made me laugh EVERY time.
Frank and Jamia were still together. It's been what? A year and a half since they started going out together? And that's if you don't take out the parts where they took 'breaks'. Bunch of mood-swinging people. Boosted on artificial hormones, I tell ya!
Ray never cut his hair. SURE, he trimmed it every three months, but the 'Fro still lives long, high, frizzy and proud. It's almost like a symbol of friendship for us nowadays...!
Gerard... Well, he started smoking. But just BARELY. Once every two months. Well, every time there's a big kick-ass party staring the bast band EVER. The jocks and bitches even started respecting him and his super-powerful lyrics! That just plain made me LAUGH.
And me? Well, I'm still fighting every day. Though, I'm fighting legally, and if it's not 'legal'... It's beating the crap out of bullies who beat the crap out of innocent people. And I know the law enough to get out of things in the loopholes.
~~~~~~~~~*~
"...Dudes, I have THE BEST FUCKING news EVER." Frank announced, solemnly walking back in the Toro living room. AGAIN, before she left, Ray's mom warned us:
"No blood on the walls! It stains. Love you!"
"Well, spit it out shorty." Mikey laughed, getting out of Bob's headlock.
"The studio manager just send a letter. He wants to see us in the studio Saturday... BECUASE WE'RE GOING ON A FUCKING TOUR IN JULY MAN!!"
I stared blankly at the floating piece of paper. Time seemed to go by more and more slowly, until it seemed like everything had stopped. July. I was supposed to go away for two months with my parents on a business trip. They decided that unless I was eighteen, I still had to be dragged around with them like a lapdog.
I'd miss the tour.
I'd miss his rising moment in stardom.
"Hey Bells, you okay..?" Gerard whispered in my ear, shaking me lightly after having snaked an arm around my shoulders.
"...I can't make it with you." I whispered back, before an odd silence thickened in the room.
"W-what?" Gerard asked, his smile faltering. God, why did he have to plan everything around the fact that I would be there all along..?
"...Guess your good luck charm'll have to work her magic from Canada, right?"
~~~~~~~~~*~
"PLEASE! It's just for a months! And besides, the guys can take care of me...! And they're be AT LEAST two adults with us. We won't be alone!!"
"NO."
Well, those two hours of begging, pleading and crying hadn't worked with my bullshity parents. Talk about fucking hearts of stone! Sometimes, times like these, I really wished they're just let me screw up my life like I want to. Or AT LEAST make me take responsibility for SOMETHING in my life!!
The phone rang. My father shrugged and my mother picked it up. I couldn't really hear the conversation, and I had the weird impression it concerned ME, somehow. Well, anyways, after she picked up, a few more tears rolled down my already red cheeks, as I stared coldly in my father's eyes.
"I hate you." I muttered, running to my room and slamming the door shut. Well fuck the parents, I'm going to Gee's and sleeping over for the night. Donna's nice like that, she'd understand.
~~~~~~~~~*~
"Two HOURS? Oh, poor honey..." Donna sighed, shaking her head as she held me in her arms. She was like the nice, warm aunt Gertrude every family(except mine) has. "Of COURSE you can stay here for the night... Just call your parents in the morning, okay?"
I took a shaky breath and nodded, heading up to Gerard's room, throwing myself on his bed as he spun around on his chair. And threw himself beside me.
"I can't see myself singing if you aren't there. It just feels... Wrong. Like singing without a mic."
"Or having sex alone." I shrugged, half-smirking.
"No, that's still manageable... What do you think I do when you're-"
"TOO MUCH DETAIL!!!"
~~~~~~~~~*~
Later that night, Gerard woke me up. I don't know why, exactly... Until, well, I spotted the fucking freakin huge motherfucker spider two inches from my face. He put his hands over my mouth, pulling me closer to him. Giving a pat on the pillow made the fucker fall off it, to the ground.
Next thing I knew, I was straddled by some freak killing a spider on the floor with a shoe.
"Sorry." He whispered, obviously talking about the spider AND something else that was disturbingly hard.
I smirked, and pounced on him.
"We'll just have to take care of that."
"What about Mikey, and my-"
"We'll just have to keep our moans for ourselves."
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