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Did you know that eating Pocky can help you stop smoking?
Fye eats POCKY!! And the tour's over, d'awww~. Though Mikey and Fye have their MOMENT, and the art teacher pisses people off. OMG! Who IS that guy hitting on Fye?!
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"I'm not fucking staying in a fucking hospital when I can FUCKING WALK!!!" I screamed, shoving everyone out of my way.
A few minutes earlier, I'd snatched my clothes and stomped into the bathroom, locking the doorbehind me as I got changed. No freaking way in hell was I staying in a fucking hospital when all I had were a few bruises!
As soon as I got out, I had to push Frank AGAIN so that I could get out. A few nurses tried to convince me otherwise, but I guess my deathglare sent them running for backup.
"Miss, please, at least stay overnight." A doctor tried, but I only stoped to turn around.
"No offence, sir, but I'm perfectly fine. Bruises aren't anything that won't heal. So, if you please would let me go home, I'd appreciate it." I said, turning back to the door.
Home. I mentally laughed and slapped myself; HOME, was I kidding or what? Home, as I'd said, was a bus for the moment. End even there; HOME home didn't even feel like home.
...Wow. They must've drugged me like shit, because I'm rambling on about stupid pointless stuff again...
"FYE BELMONT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
"...Oh, Hi Gee." I said sleepily, waving more or less. Let's say I raised my arm to say hi.
I had to turn around to actually talk to him; he'd just come out of the hospital. Hn... If he was inside, and that I just got out, how come I didn't see him...?
Oooh, right, I took the stairs. Maybe he took the elevator?
"You scared the crap out of me..!" He added, walking up to me, though I took a few steps back.
"Well, figured that that son of a bitch scared the crap out of ME last night..." I shrugged, crossing my arms.
"What the hell were you doing out so late anyways...?" Gerard asked, putting his hands on my shoulders. I just looked away.
"...Lit up my last cig of the day with a girl from the show who looked nice. Got beat up by the bitches you were talking with yesterday..." I muttered, finding the small orange pebble very interesting all of a sudden.
But then I couldn't see the pebble anymore, because a certain frontman had pulled me into his arms. And he held me TIGHT. My bruises were actually stinging.
"Don't ever do that to me again..." He whispered into my ears. I sighed and wrapped my arms around him, just resting my head on his shoulder.
"As soon as you loosen up your death grip. It's pretty painful." I muttered, gritting my teeth the slightest bit.
We both laughed a little at our own stupidity, before kissing.
"Come on, enough with the PDA!!" Frank whined, just coming out of the hospital.
"Shut up, Midget." I growled, returning to kissing my lovely emo-pants boyfriend.
Two Weeks Later
The last day of the tour was pretty fun. Though, now, everyone had to go back to school. Well, Mikey, Gee and I had to, at least. Gee and I both signed up for an art college just before we left, and Mikey... Well, he'S still in high-school. I mean, he IS just fifteen..!
So, one day after school, I really had nothing to do, and decided I might as well leave my brother alone and go pick up Mikey after school.
Just so you know, I'd gotten my driver's license when I was sixteen. Unlike my brother, who just recently got it, and who's SIX YEARS OLDER THAN ME.
Anyways.
When I came into the school, the secretary smiled up at me, knowing who I was even though I'd changed a fair bit over the summer. I was given authorisation to go in the basement, where the lockers were, and wait for my brother-in-law. The bell rang, and the first people to have seen me all whispered the same thing.
"Isn't that the girl who beat up the jocks last year?"
"Fye, what are you doing here?" Mikey laughed nervously, the few friends that followed him having apparently run for their lives.
"Just thought I'd pick you up." I smiled stepping away from the locker I obstructed.
~~~~~~~~~*~
"...You know, you really freaked him out that time..." Mikey muttered from the passenger seat, as I stared at the wet road ahead. It had been raining for a week, now...
"I know." I shrugged, chewing on my pocky(apparently, I didn't smoke because of the nicotine, but because of the habit of having something in my mouth, serious WTF). "He freaks me out every time he drinks so much he passes out."
The rest of the car ride was silent, if only broken by eithers' sighs. I really didn't want to talk about what made Gerard and I tick; it's just something I hate to do.
"Listen." I said suddenly, just before Mikey climbed out of the car. "I don't mean to do the things that freak him out. And I don't mean to upset you by making him freka out, you know that, right?"
He nodded faintly with a smile, before closing the car door and walking back inside, after having run in the rain for about five seconds.
"...Damn rain." I muttered, before driving off again.
~~~~~~~~~*~
"Less squiggly lines, more straighter lines." the teacher commented behind me, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.
"But the work's not supposed to be classical, it's supposed to be, well... Squiggly." I replied, not taking my eyes off of the sketch I was drawing.
"But this isn't modern art I'm teaching, Miss Belmont, this is-"
"Nature Morte, I KNOW. And it is. Look,; nothing's ALIVE." I replied, a little less happily, pointing at what it was I was drawing.
The teacher scoffed and turned away, FINALLY leaving me alone. Gawd, the teachers in that school..!
"Don't worry, she's always like that." The guys beside me said, laughing a little. Though he never took his eyes off of the pictue he was drawing.
"Yeah, I can see THAT..." I muttered, and when the class ended, I had the pleasure to meet the guy again.
"Name's Anton Moren." He said, offering his hand, which I more than hapily shook.
"Fye belmont." I replied with a smile.
"Well then, would you be interested in coffee? It's on me." He offered with a smile, and I just couldn't refuse.
"How can I say no?" I laughed, running a distraught hand through my hair. "I'm so tired, it's not even funny..!"
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Author's Note
Hiya you Vinegar and Baking Soda fans!!Mina-chan here to give you a little update! DUNDUNDUN!! Who IS the mystery man who's TOTALLY HITTING ON FYE?
I'unno m'self. xD But anyways.
Recently, I think you've noticed that my daily chapter post has gone down QUITE some bit! Well, that's due to school and lack on inspiration. Eh heh. SO!
I have a nice proposition for you all..:
Choose the plotline!! xD
Your own OC(s) can also be included. :3 Sounds interesting to you, rabid MCR fan(LOL)? Well, just post a review with the plotline YOU want, and I just might be able to fix something up for you...!
I hope you all review a lot!
~Mina-Chan
A few minutes earlier, I'd snatched my clothes and stomped into the bathroom, locking the doorbehind me as I got changed. No freaking way in hell was I staying in a fucking hospital when all I had were a few bruises!
As soon as I got out, I had to push Frank AGAIN so that I could get out. A few nurses tried to convince me otherwise, but I guess my deathglare sent them running for backup.
"Miss, please, at least stay overnight." A doctor tried, but I only stoped to turn around.
"No offence, sir, but I'm perfectly fine. Bruises aren't anything that won't heal. So, if you please would let me go home, I'd appreciate it." I said, turning back to the door.
Home. I mentally laughed and slapped myself; HOME, was I kidding or what? Home, as I'd said, was a bus for the moment. End even there; HOME home didn't even feel like home.
...Wow. They must've drugged me like shit, because I'm rambling on about stupid pointless stuff again...
"FYE BELMONT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
"...Oh, Hi Gee." I said sleepily, waving more or less. Let's say I raised my arm to say hi.
I had to turn around to actually talk to him; he'd just come out of the hospital. Hn... If he was inside, and that I just got out, how come I didn't see him...?
Oooh, right, I took the stairs. Maybe he took the elevator?
"You scared the crap out of me..!" He added, walking up to me, though I took a few steps back.
"Well, figured that that son of a bitch scared the crap out of ME last night..." I shrugged, crossing my arms.
"What the hell were you doing out so late anyways...?" Gerard asked, putting his hands on my shoulders. I just looked away.
"...Lit up my last cig of the day with a girl from the show who looked nice. Got beat up by the bitches you were talking with yesterday..." I muttered, finding the small orange pebble very interesting all of a sudden.
But then I couldn't see the pebble anymore, because a certain frontman had pulled me into his arms. And he held me TIGHT. My bruises were actually stinging.
"Don't ever do that to me again..." He whispered into my ears. I sighed and wrapped my arms around him, just resting my head on his shoulder.
"As soon as you loosen up your death grip. It's pretty painful." I muttered, gritting my teeth the slightest bit.
We both laughed a little at our own stupidity, before kissing.
"Come on, enough with the PDA!!" Frank whined, just coming out of the hospital.
"Shut up, Midget." I growled, returning to kissing my lovely emo-pants boyfriend.
Two Weeks Later
The last day of the tour was pretty fun. Though, now, everyone had to go back to school. Well, Mikey, Gee and I had to, at least. Gee and I both signed up for an art college just before we left, and Mikey... Well, he'S still in high-school. I mean, he IS just fifteen..!
So, one day after school, I really had nothing to do, and decided I might as well leave my brother alone and go pick up Mikey after school.
Just so you know, I'd gotten my driver's license when I was sixteen. Unlike my brother, who just recently got it, and who's SIX YEARS OLDER THAN ME.
Anyways.
When I came into the school, the secretary smiled up at me, knowing who I was even though I'd changed a fair bit over the summer. I was given authorisation to go in the basement, where the lockers were, and wait for my brother-in-law. The bell rang, and the first people to have seen me all whispered the same thing.
"Isn't that the girl who beat up the jocks last year?"
"Fye, what are you doing here?" Mikey laughed nervously, the few friends that followed him having apparently run for their lives.
"Just thought I'd pick you up." I smiled stepping away from the locker I obstructed.
~~~~~~~~~*~
"...You know, you really freaked him out that time..." Mikey muttered from the passenger seat, as I stared at the wet road ahead. It had been raining for a week, now...
"I know." I shrugged, chewing on my pocky(apparently, I didn't smoke because of the nicotine, but because of the habit of having something in my mouth, serious WTF). "He freaks me out every time he drinks so much he passes out."
The rest of the car ride was silent, if only broken by eithers' sighs. I really didn't want to talk about what made Gerard and I tick; it's just something I hate to do.
"Listen." I said suddenly, just before Mikey climbed out of the car. "I don't mean to do the things that freak him out. And I don't mean to upset you by making him freka out, you know that, right?"
He nodded faintly with a smile, before closing the car door and walking back inside, after having run in the rain for about five seconds.
"...Damn rain." I muttered, before driving off again.
~~~~~~~~~*~
"Less squiggly lines, more straighter lines." the teacher commented behind me, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.
"But the work's not supposed to be classical, it's supposed to be, well... Squiggly." I replied, not taking my eyes off of the sketch I was drawing.
"But this isn't modern art I'm teaching, Miss Belmont, this is-"
"Nature Morte, I KNOW. And it is. Look,; nothing's ALIVE." I replied, a little less happily, pointing at what it was I was drawing.
The teacher scoffed and turned away, FINALLY leaving me alone. Gawd, the teachers in that school..!
"Don't worry, she's always like that." The guys beside me said, laughing a little. Though he never took his eyes off of the pictue he was drawing.
"Yeah, I can see THAT..." I muttered, and when the class ended, I had the pleasure to meet the guy again.
"Name's Anton Moren." He said, offering his hand, which I more than hapily shook.
"Fye belmont." I replied with a smile.
"Well then, would you be interested in coffee? It's on me." He offered with a smile, and I just couldn't refuse.
"How can I say no?" I laughed, running a distraught hand through my hair. "I'm so tired, it's not even funny..!"
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Author's Note
Hiya you Vinegar and Baking Soda fans!!Mina-chan here to give you a little update! DUNDUNDUN!! Who IS the mystery man who's TOTALLY HITTING ON FYE?
I'unno m'self. xD But anyways.
Recently, I think you've noticed that my daily chapter post has gone down QUITE some bit! Well, that's due to school and lack on inspiration. Eh heh. SO!
I have a nice proposition for you all..:
Choose the plotline!! xD
Your own OC(s) can also be included. :3 Sounds interesting to you, rabid MCR fan(LOL)? Well, just post a review with the plotline YOU want, and I just might be able to fix something up for you...!
I hope you all review a lot!
~Mina-Chan
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