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2$ and a Date for the Fancy Raper
Mikey gets a date. OMFG! And Fye nearly, er, has a close encounter, while the show stills goes on. Fancy diner in order for the night before the show, too!!
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WARNING!! What you are about to read DOES CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT not suitable for children and immature teens who DO NOT understand the concept of making love.
If you're MATURE, please go on and have fun reading. ^^
o°~Mina-chan~°o
"Nothing happened..!" I coughed, kicking Gee's knee under the restaurant table.
The whole setting? WELL. Pretty funny story... The guys(well, Mikey and Ray more than anything) thought that it'd be fun to go out to some fancy diner and eat HEALTHY FOOD for once. But then, Jamia and I had to go do some MAJOR shopping. And the record company's expenses, of COURSE.
So, as of now, the only fancy clothes I had was the black dress I was currently wearing. And, personally, I wouldn't like to have any other dress...! It had a black corset-like top, and the bottom rippled a bit. It was REALLY beautiful.
Not like Jamia's flashy pink dress(that almost made me laugh and surrender lunch at the same time, but anyways).
Oh, right... The kick under the table! Well, Frankie(stupid as he is) asked why the hell we were hammering on the wall. I came up with the most STUPID excuse(after coughing), that Gee had re-nailed a, uh, portrait on the wall because it'd fallen. And he didn't know I was in the shower. Not like he would care, so he just kept on hammerin' away...
Nice memories. ANYWAYS.
"Sure, whateeeeeeeever you say." Bob snickered, earning himself a kick under the table, too. Though I missed and...
"The hell was THAT for?" Jamia growled and Mikey, who kicked Gee, who kicked me who...
Well, in short, we looked like a bunch of fucktard not knowing what manners were, kicking our feet under the table in a chic restaurant. Yeah, smooth move, MCR!
~~~~~~~~~~~*~
The next day was an other day of crowds roaring and a freaking awesome band playing and doing what they do best while having fun. Though, there was a break at noon, since the show was split in two. It was pretty much something like the warped tour or whatever...
There was this BIG white tent, yeah? Well, there was a rock contest with groups of teens from 12 to 16. They looked so damn CUTE! So young, yet so motivated about music...
I mentally laughed at myself, knowing that Mikey was probably just as young as them. Silly me~!
And that's when I saw him HITTING on the lead singer for one of the bands in the contest! Man, I never thought I'd live to see the day little shy Mikey James Way would ever hit on a girl! He never really struck me like the Casanova type. But then again, the guys said girls avoided Gerard like the plague, so yeah... Must be something that runs in the family or whatever.
I was heading backstage to check up on the guys(who were already practicing), when some freak cupped one of my breasts and pulled me closer to him, covering my mouth with his other hand.
"If you're nice, hon', you might actually have a good time." He whispered to my ear, and I could tell, only in his voice, he was NOT the young guy I would be willing to be raped by.
What did I do? I let his hands go up my shirt, and faked a shudder. Just to let him think he'd get his way, as he dragged me towards the men's bathroom. But just at the door, I bent down, latched onto the man's arms, brought him over my head, and threw him to the door with my feet.
Not anything to knock him out, but it gave me enough time to get up-
And feel a hand on my ankle.
"You fuckers never give up, do you?!" I yelled, making sure at least SOMEONE would hear me.
Then he took out the knife. Did he seriously think that would scare me? I mean, listen. My father was, once upon a time, in the police. My point IS? He had a gun. Gave it to me before leaving, impressing the fact that my mom should NEVER know. Heh, I hadn't even loaded the gun before taking it with me.
I took it out, 'cocked' it, and pointed it at the man the way a police officer would. FUCK, the LOOK on his face was just PRICELESS!! Man, I would've liked to know what he would say when he'd discover there were no bullets in it...
"T-there there, miss, I didn't mean to SERIOUSLY hurt you..." he laughed, getting up and dropping the knife, just as Ray walked in.
"Hey Fye, d'you see Mi- WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"Fucking bastard thought he could rape me. When I threw him on the door, he thought he could kill me with a knife. This is purely self-defense."
And the dude ran away. Eeeeew, fourty year old guy wanted to rape me! Ewewewewewewew...
"You have a GUN?!"
"Not loaded." I smiled, pulling the trigger, only having it make a very faint 'click'.
"You're a freak, you know that?" Ray sighed, throwing an arm around my shoulder to take me backstage. I carefully put the gun back where it couldn't bee seen, laughing lightly.
"What, you're telling me mister "I know everything that goes on in your life" DIDN'T know I was in the possession of a firearm?"
"...Whatever. D'you see mikes?"
"Hitting on the singer of a band."
"WHAT THE-?!"
"GIRL. G-I-R-L. Not shabby, either. Kid has good taste."
"WHAT?!" Frank called, jumping off the stage. "Mikey got a girl?!"
"Go see for yourself." I said, pointing my thumb behind me.
Both guys went FLYING away, Bob following suit.
"Rapers again?" Gerard asked nonchalantly, jumping off the stage to wrap his arms around my waist.
"What can I say? Men want what they can't have." I smirked, kissing him tenderly on the lips.
"...But I want you. And I CAN have you."
"Ahp ahp ahp! There's a difference! You're my slave. Of course you can have me."
"Ah-YEAH. Like shit I'd be YOUR slave. Other way around."
"Yes, MASTER." I purred, before being dragged WILLINGLY to the bathroom.
Haha. YAY sex.
~~~~~~~~~~~*~
"Soooooo... Mikey, bro..." I purred, sitting on Mikey in the bus, not at all bothered by the fact he'd turn a nice shade of red. "D'ya get her number?" I whispered, smirking like the devil.
He slowly reasched for his back pocket, pulling out a small napkin.
'555-698-2427 Call me when you can, 'kay hawtie?'
"You tell Gerard and you're DEAD." He growled, though I smiled and just hopped off him.
"Oh, I'm not the one who told him. Ray, Frank and Bob probably did that for me!"
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
If you're MATURE, please go on and have fun reading. ^^
o°~Mina-chan~°o
"Nothing happened..!" I coughed, kicking Gee's knee under the restaurant table.
The whole setting? WELL. Pretty funny story... The guys(well, Mikey and Ray more than anything) thought that it'd be fun to go out to some fancy diner and eat HEALTHY FOOD for once. But then, Jamia and I had to go do some MAJOR shopping. And the record company's expenses, of COURSE.
So, as of now, the only fancy clothes I had was the black dress I was currently wearing. And, personally, I wouldn't like to have any other dress...! It had a black corset-like top, and the bottom rippled a bit. It was REALLY beautiful.
Not like Jamia's flashy pink dress(that almost made me laugh and surrender lunch at the same time, but anyways).
Oh, right... The kick under the table! Well, Frankie(stupid as he is) asked why the hell we were hammering on the wall. I came up with the most STUPID excuse(after coughing), that Gee had re-nailed a, uh, portrait on the wall because it'd fallen. And he didn't know I was in the shower. Not like he would care, so he just kept on hammerin' away...
Nice memories. ANYWAYS.
"Sure, whateeeeeeeever you say." Bob snickered, earning himself a kick under the table, too. Though I missed and...
"The hell was THAT for?" Jamia growled and Mikey, who kicked Gee, who kicked me who...
Well, in short, we looked like a bunch of fucktard not knowing what manners were, kicking our feet under the table in a chic restaurant. Yeah, smooth move, MCR!
~~~~~~~~~~~*~
The next day was an other day of crowds roaring and a freaking awesome band playing and doing what they do best while having fun. Though, there was a break at noon, since the show was split in two. It was pretty much something like the warped tour or whatever...
There was this BIG white tent, yeah? Well, there was a rock contest with groups of teens from 12 to 16. They looked so damn CUTE! So young, yet so motivated about music...
I mentally laughed at myself, knowing that Mikey was probably just as young as them. Silly me~!
And that's when I saw him HITTING on the lead singer for one of the bands in the contest! Man, I never thought I'd live to see the day little shy Mikey James Way would ever hit on a girl! He never really struck me like the Casanova type. But then again, the guys said girls avoided Gerard like the plague, so yeah... Must be something that runs in the family or whatever.
I was heading backstage to check up on the guys(who were already practicing), when some freak cupped one of my breasts and pulled me closer to him, covering my mouth with his other hand.
"If you're nice, hon', you might actually have a good time." He whispered to my ear, and I could tell, only in his voice, he was NOT the young guy I would be willing to be raped by.
What did I do? I let his hands go up my shirt, and faked a shudder. Just to let him think he'd get his way, as he dragged me towards the men's bathroom. But just at the door, I bent down, latched onto the man's arms, brought him over my head, and threw him to the door with my feet.
Not anything to knock him out, but it gave me enough time to get up-
And feel a hand on my ankle.
"You fuckers never give up, do you?!" I yelled, making sure at least SOMEONE would hear me.
Then he took out the knife. Did he seriously think that would scare me? I mean, listen. My father was, once upon a time, in the police. My point IS? He had a gun. Gave it to me before leaving, impressing the fact that my mom should NEVER know. Heh, I hadn't even loaded the gun before taking it with me.
I took it out, 'cocked' it, and pointed it at the man the way a police officer would. FUCK, the LOOK on his face was just PRICELESS!! Man, I would've liked to know what he would say when he'd discover there were no bullets in it...
"T-there there, miss, I didn't mean to SERIOUSLY hurt you..." he laughed, getting up and dropping the knife, just as Ray walked in.
"Hey Fye, d'you see Mi- WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"Fucking bastard thought he could rape me. When I threw him on the door, he thought he could kill me with a knife. This is purely self-defense."
And the dude ran away. Eeeeew, fourty year old guy wanted to rape me! Ewewewewewewew...
"You have a GUN?!"
"Not loaded." I smiled, pulling the trigger, only having it make a very faint 'click'.
"You're a freak, you know that?" Ray sighed, throwing an arm around my shoulder to take me backstage. I carefully put the gun back where it couldn't bee seen, laughing lightly.
"What, you're telling me mister "I know everything that goes on in your life" DIDN'T know I was in the possession of a firearm?"
"...Whatever. D'you see mikes?"
"Hitting on the singer of a band."
"WHAT THE-?!"
"GIRL. G-I-R-L. Not shabby, either. Kid has good taste."
"WHAT?!" Frank called, jumping off the stage. "Mikey got a girl?!"
"Go see for yourself." I said, pointing my thumb behind me.
Both guys went FLYING away, Bob following suit.
"Rapers again?" Gerard asked nonchalantly, jumping off the stage to wrap his arms around my waist.
"What can I say? Men want what they can't have." I smirked, kissing him tenderly on the lips.
"...But I want you. And I CAN have you."
"Ahp ahp ahp! There's a difference! You're my slave. Of course you can have me."
"Ah-YEAH. Like shit I'd be YOUR slave. Other way around."
"Yes, MASTER." I purred, before being dragged WILLINGLY to the bathroom.
Haha. YAY sex.
~~~~~~~~~~~*~
"Soooooo... Mikey, bro..." I purred, sitting on Mikey in the bus, not at all bothered by the fact he'd turn a nice shade of red. "D'ya get her number?" I whispered, smirking like the devil.
He slowly reasched for his back pocket, pulling out a small napkin.
'555-698-2427 Call me when you can, 'kay hawtie?'
"You tell Gerard and you're DEAD." He growled, though I smiled and just hopped off him.
"Oh, I'm not the one who told him. Ray, Frank and Bob probably did that for me!"
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
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