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"Geeeeeee... It's so fucking HOT, turn on the air conditionning..." I moaned, dragging myself to the front of the bus.

I really had to thank the driver one of these days! I mean, he had to constantly ENDURE our stupidities, moans, cries, fights and all the other shit that might be going on around. And he endures our constant wailing. Which I would've failed to do AGES ago. I think I would've dropped us in the middle of nowhere to be eaten by, er, worms or something.

"Why're you asking me?!" He whined back, falling out of one of the unkers behind me. "Ask Bill..."

"BILL?" I laughed, falling to the ground. Because I couldn't hold myself up and laugh at the same time. "You dubbed him BILL?"

"I don't really mind!" 'Bill' laughed along, cheking in the rearview mirror. "I was called George, Clement, Herve, Hughes, Abraham, Graam, Arthur and Bob. So Bill isn't really anything new."

"But, what's your REAL name?" I asked, propping myself into a sitting position.

"Ahp! That's for me to know-"
"And you never to find out." Everyone finished for me, making me shrug.

"NO FAIR!"

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"Gerard... We've gotta talk." I said solemnly, after having dragged said frontman away from a crowd of fans asking question after question.

I think one even asked for his phone number. OBVIOUSLY, he gave the number at home. Like fuck he'd give them his cell number! He's stupid, but not THAT stupid. Come on.

"What's wrong?" He chuckled lightly, dristraughtly waving at the girls behind him. Then his face dropped. "I swear, I didn'T do ANYTHING with them or-"

"It's not about THAT idiot." I shrugged, corssing my arms and looking away. "It's about Bob."

"Bob?" He repeated quietly, narrowing his eyes a bit. "What about him?"

"Well... Last night..."

'So, who is she?' I asked curiously, half-sitting on the couch, half sitting on Bob.
'NO ONE. I'unno, I don't even know what you're talking about.

It went on like that for about an hour; I'd drawn my tarot cards(I'd picked them up in the previous city) and they said he was in love with more than one girl. So I pressed on to know who it is.

'...Don't you trust me..?' I asked after a while, after having asked why he didn't say anything. Ever.

'I don't trust anyone.' He said with a half smirk, but that... That really HAD hurt. Like a few knives in the gut and heart.

'...That hurts, man, that really, REALLY hurts.' I whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. A few tears rolled down my cheeks; I felt like a failure.

I'd softened up in these two last years, I'll admit. But if there was something that had always been there, that hadn't ever changed, is the fact that I feel like a total failure whenever people I care for don't trust me. I feel like I've done something to let them down. Something wrong, you know?

'H-hey, don't cry, Fye... Please...' He whispered, and I threw myself into his arms. We stayed like that for god knows how long(I didn't dare stare at my watch) until I sighed and slowly pushed myself away from the sleeping drummer.

"...and he said he never told anyone why he never trusts people. And..." I stopped, feeling the familiar sting of tears in my eyes. "S-sorry. It just hurts." I whispered, closing my eyes before feeling two strong arms around me.

"I know it does, babe." He whispered, kissing the top of my head.

Though the moment was really 'romantic', I couldn't help but smirk when I heard the girls whispering in the background. 'what a bitch!' or 'do you see how she fakes it?'

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I was walking around the bus' parking lot, just staring at the various companies and the grafitti on them. Fall Out Boy..? I heard them earlier in the day. They HONESTLY didn't sound that bad! The singer wasn't as hot as Gee, though. Ha.
That's when I heard it.
The all too familiar hushed voices, planning out something. The approving 'hm's, the tettreed steps o nthe asphalt... Yeah, I was going to get ambushed. Again. God, girls really WERE obsessed by Gerard, weren't they?

"Hey you!" One called out behind me, as I slowly came to a stop. My hands were deeply stuffed in my pockets, and a cigarette losely hung from my mouth.

Nope! I hadn't stopped. Well, not completely. I'd reduced my daily intake of nicotine to TWO cigarettes a day! I was really proud of myself. So was Ray. He really helped me through all that.
ANYWYAS. Back to the bitches.

"Hey, turn around, bitch!" she called again, and I slowly turned around, looking at them with my ever present nocturnal lackadaisical look.

"Takes one to know one, girly." I replied nonchalantly, turning around again and continuing to walk towards our bus.

"HEY! I'm not fucking done with you!" She screamed, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I easily grabbed it and pulled the person to whom it belong over my own shoulder.

"You can't finish what you never started." I said quietly, exhaling a cloud of smoke in the redhair's face.

And then, in a second, I was on the ground. But the redhed was still down. No, I was put to the ground by some motherfuckin' shemale or whatever. And whatever it was was FRICKIN' ugly. And punched me square in the face, and knocked me out.

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"..ake up. Fye, wake up. Please." I heard above me, before coughing one or twice.

Did I tell you I love the taste of blood? Like iron. But too much's like not enough. And right now, I had WAY too much blood in my mouth for my own mental health. And physical safety, but whatever.
I coughed and spat out some of that blod, swallowing the rest. Which I wished I hadn't done; I felt like I was about to just cough out everything in my body.

"What the fuck happened...?" I asked, finding my voice too hoarse for what it usually was.

I didn't dare open my eyes; it was already too bright, eve with my eyes closed. And every inch of my body stung with some vague or striking pain. I didn't even WANT to se what had happened to me.

"I don't know. I got out of the bus last night and found a bunch of fucking bitches kicking their hearts out." Frank said quietly, brushing a few stray strand of hair out of my face. "What I don't get is how you got caught..."

"They had someone on stanby I didn't see." I chuckled lightly, mostly at my own ignorance. "I should've known better. I should be used to checking for everything, but I guess I'm still too caught up in my little mind."

At that moment, I opened my eyes, quickly regretting the sting and burn of the sunlight on my eyes. I covered them quickly with the back of my left hand. That's when I felt an odd tug and an unfamiliar pain in my wrist.
IV needle. Attached to the dripping thing...

OH YAY. In the hospital again.