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More Coffee in the Bathroom when the Party's Weak!
Brian: What's up with him, in the end? And what happends after the decision is taken? Fye gets a call from Anton. They meet up in the Café to wait for Gerard... But what happends when thing turn t...
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"Congrats, dude! You're now OFFICIALLY My Chemical Romance's new manager!!" I cheered, throwing myself on Brian, cwrapping my arms around his neck and causing him to fall back onto one of the few couches in the garage.
"How about we celebrate...?" I ask huskily to his ear, inwardly laughing my ass off at his redening face.
"I think he got the idea, Fye." I heard Gerard chuckle behind me, so I quickly got and and backed off, offering a hand to help Brian back up again.
"...No, seriously. Fye had a good idea there..." Ray encouraged, rolling his eyes up to the left, in deep reflexion. YAY! For once, he's actually supporting my stupid and instant ideas!
"Yeah...! Like some kind of a fucked up open house and shit!" Frank piped up, high-fiving me.
"With beer?" Mikey added hopefully, looking forward to his first underaged drinking experience.
"...DUH! And cigs, and smoke machines, and jacked-up lighting, and super fucking loud music..!!" I added, almost smelling the party. But mostly the cigarette.
"...Our CD, right?" Bob asked, earning a nod from Frank and I. "Good. I don't want any other people's shit playing in our party." He laughed, though Gee shrugged.
"But we'll have to get the neighboors out of here for the weekend..." he said, dimming the mood a little bit. That's so TYPICAL of him...! Always thinking about the bad and sad stuff(other people's well being, in other words) instead of the FUN stuff.
"...Mikeyyyyy~?" I cooed, coming up behind him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "You have a friend whose father's a travel conselor, right..?"
"Y-yeah... Why?"
"Think you can rob a few cruises for the neighboors?"
"...Sure... I don't see why not..."
"I love ya kid." I snickered, kissing my kid brother's cheek before spinning around.
"Party's OOOOON!"
~~~~~~~~~*~
"You're sure you can make everything work, right?"
"Fye, plugging something to a wall doesn't require four hundred brains."
"...Well, we ARE talking a bout you, so I-"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Love you too, dude."
"So, you gonna bring the music stuff?"
"Yeah, dad's got everything we need."
"Make sure it works... Not like last time."
"...Gotta go. Brother being a bitch."
"Later?"
"You better."
"Later Sweets."
"Yeah, whatever."
Brian and I, even though we'd known each other for barely a week, had almost already becom the best of friends. No one usually befriended me that fast.. But then again, it's like the band was MAGIC. Anyone they knew(including each other) were like some kind of person I was SURE to like...!
"FYE! COME DO THE FUCKING DISHES ALREADY!!!" My brother Nic called, just as the phone rang again, in my room.
"CAN'T! PHONE!" I called back, picking up the phone. "Fye here, wassup?"
"...Fye?"
"Anton..! Hey man, how's it been?" I laughed nervously, seeing as I hadn't picked up the phone any of the hundred times he called.
"...Wow, uh, I thought you wouldn't pick up..."
We talked for about half an hour, just pretty much 'catching up' on what we(mostly I) missed in each other(mostly his)'s lives.
"So, wanna go to the coffee shop tomorrow?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, I was planning on going with Gerard anyways."
"See you later, then?"
"Yeah, later..." I hung up, groaning and screaming into my pillow, after having face-planted in my bed.
"Fye, do the fucking-"
"FUCK OFF BASTARD!!!"
~~~~~~~~~*~
I slowly sipped my coffee, tapping my foot impatiently underthe table. I think it's pretty useless to say that I was nervous, sitting there with Anton, waiting for Gerard. I mean, the guy was just bluntly staring at me!!
A few minutes passed like that before the waitress brought Anton's decaf, and I took that moment to get up and pat down my jeans.
"Going to the bathroom, I'll be right back." I fakely smiled, almost running to the wahsroom.
When the door closed, I rested my back against the door, sliding down it. This was SO WEIRD! I hated the guy's guts! And now he was OBSESSED WITH ME. Ugh, GOD...
I got up, groaning, and slammed my hands on the sink counter, staring at my reflexion. I damned that person, in the mirror, for ever talking to the guy with the decaf. I mean, what the fuck is up with DECAF?! What's the fucking point of drinking fucking coffee if you don't have the fucking BOOST?!
I lashed around, after seeing the door open. And I pnicked when I saw Anton come in, smirking like some kind of a madman. Oh, I didn't even WANT to know where this was going. Sad thing that I had a pretty clear idea of it, though.
Before I could do anything about it, he'd already forced himself onto me, pinning my hands to the counter, backing me against it, his feet on mine. I'll admit, having god-knows how many pounds on my feet WAS painful.
Fuck it! Why the fuck wasn't anyone else in this fucking bathroom?! I could SURE use some help right about now..!!!
...That was it.
I was helpless.
I was about to get raped, ME, the badass girl who kicked the ass of so many jocks.
I was going to be beat.
"GET. OFF. ME." I growled, not at all enjoying his chapped lips kissing my neck.
"Why would I do that..?" He muttered against my neck, his kisses going dangerously fast towards my chest.
"Because I don't fucking love you. I HATE YOUR-!!" I started to scream, but one of his hands clamped down on my mouth.
I let his hand slip past my jeans.
I let his kisses go down.
I let him get too absorbed to notice that I'd slipped my foot away from under his own.
I brought my knee up into his erection, and took that split second surprise to run to the door.
My heart was beating like it never had before.
I couldn't even take two steps before I ran into someone. And that someone was the person I wanted to see since I set foot in this stupid coffee shop.
"Babe, what happened...?" Gerard whispered, noticing two tears rolling down my cheeks.
That's when Anton came out of the washroom, hissing in pain, glaring at me, and hanging onto the doorframe for dear life.
"Bitch..!" He growled, taking three steps forward.
"What the-"
"He tried to rape me." I growled, Gerard holding me close to him and I clenched my fists into his shirt.
"...Wait here, I'll take care of this." He whispered to my ear, kissing my cheek before making me sit at a table and dragging Anton outside.
People stared at me, starting to get up and comfort me. I was barely conscious that they were there. I was just torn.
I was weak.
I was vulnerable.
I was almost caught...
I, Fye Belmont, daughter of Michel Belmont and Lorraine Dumontel, sister of Nicolas Belmont...
I, a strong and fearless woman who beat up anyone in her way....
I WAS WEAK.
"How about we celebrate...?" I ask huskily to his ear, inwardly laughing my ass off at his redening face.
"I think he got the idea, Fye." I heard Gerard chuckle behind me, so I quickly got and and backed off, offering a hand to help Brian back up again.
"...No, seriously. Fye had a good idea there..." Ray encouraged, rolling his eyes up to the left, in deep reflexion. YAY! For once, he's actually supporting my stupid and instant ideas!
"Yeah...! Like some kind of a fucked up open house and shit!" Frank piped up, high-fiving me.
"With beer?" Mikey added hopefully, looking forward to his first underaged drinking experience.
"...DUH! And cigs, and smoke machines, and jacked-up lighting, and super fucking loud music..!!" I added, almost smelling the party. But mostly the cigarette.
"...Our CD, right?" Bob asked, earning a nod from Frank and I. "Good. I don't want any other people's shit playing in our party." He laughed, though Gee shrugged.
"But we'll have to get the neighboors out of here for the weekend..." he said, dimming the mood a little bit. That's so TYPICAL of him...! Always thinking about the bad and sad stuff(other people's well being, in other words) instead of the FUN stuff.
"...Mikeyyyyy~?" I cooed, coming up behind him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "You have a friend whose father's a travel conselor, right..?"
"Y-yeah... Why?"
"Think you can rob a few cruises for the neighboors?"
"...Sure... I don't see why not..."
"I love ya kid." I snickered, kissing my kid brother's cheek before spinning around.
"Party's OOOOON!"
~~~~~~~~~*~
"You're sure you can make everything work, right?"
"Fye, plugging something to a wall doesn't require four hundred brains."
"...Well, we ARE talking a bout you, so I-"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Love you too, dude."
"So, you gonna bring the music stuff?"
"Yeah, dad's got everything we need."
"Make sure it works... Not like last time."
"...Gotta go. Brother being a bitch."
"Later?"
"You better."
"Later Sweets."
"Yeah, whatever."
Brian and I, even though we'd known each other for barely a week, had almost already becom the best of friends. No one usually befriended me that fast.. But then again, it's like the band was MAGIC. Anyone they knew(including each other) were like some kind of person I was SURE to like...!
"FYE! COME DO THE FUCKING DISHES ALREADY!!!" My brother Nic called, just as the phone rang again, in my room.
"CAN'T! PHONE!" I called back, picking up the phone. "Fye here, wassup?"
"...Fye?"
"Anton..! Hey man, how's it been?" I laughed nervously, seeing as I hadn't picked up the phone any of the hundred times he called.
"...Wow, uh, I thought you wouldn't pick up..."
We talked for about half an hour, just pretty much 'catching up' on what we(mostly I) missed in each other(mostly his)'s lives.
"So, wanna go to the coffee shop tomorrow?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, I was planning on going with Gerard anyways."
"See you later, then?"
"Yeah, later..." I hung up, groaning and screaming into my pillow, after having face-planted in my bed.
"Fye, do the fucking-"
"FUCK OFF BASTARD!!!"
~~~~~~~~~*~
I slowly sipped my coffee, tapping my foot impatiently underthe table. I think it's pretty useless to say that I was nervous, sitting there with Anton, waiting for Gerard. I mean, the guy was just bluntly staring at me!!
A few minutes passed like that before the waitress brought Anton's decaf, and I took that moment to get up and pat down my jeans.
"Going to the bathroom, I'll be right back." I fakely smiled, almost running to the wahsroom.
When the door closed, I rested my back against the door, sliding down it. This was SO WEIRD! I hated the guy's guts! And now he was OBSESSED WITH ME. Ugh, GOD...
I got up, groaning, and slammed my hands on the sink counter, staring at my reflexion. I damned that person, in the mirror, for ever talking to the guy with the decaf. I mean, what the fuck is up with DECAF?! What's the fucking point of drinking fucking coffee if you don't have the fucking BOOST?!
I lashed around, after seeing the door open. And I pnicked when I saw Anton come in, smirking like some kind of a madman. Oh, I didn't even WANT to know where this was going. Sad thing that I had a pretty clear idea of it, though.
Before I could do anything about it, he'd already forced himself onto me, pinning my hands to the counter, backing me against it, his feet on mine. I'll admit, having god-knows how many pounds on my feet WAS painful.
Fuck it! Why the fuck wasn't anyone else in this fucking bathroom?! I could SURE use some help right about now..!!!
...That was it.
I was helpless.
I was about to get raped, ME, the badass girl who kicked the ass of so many jocks.
I was going to be beat.
"GET. OFF. ME." I growled, not at all enjoying his chapped lips kissing my neck.
"Why would I do that..?" He muttered against my neck, his kisses going dangerously fast towards my chest.
"Because I don't fucking love you. I HATE YOUR-!!" I started to scream, but one of his hands clamped down on my mouth.
I let his hand slip past my jeans.
I let his kisses go down.
I let him get too absorbed to notice that I'd slipped my foot away from under his own.
I brought my knee up into his erection, and took that split second surprise to run to the door.
My heart was beating like it never had before.
I couldn't even take two steps before I ran into someone. And that someone was the person I wanted to see since I set foot in this stupid coffee shop.
"Babe, what happened...?" Gerard whispered, noticing two tears rolling down my cheeks.
That's when Anton came out of the washroom, hissing in pain, glaring at me, and hanging onto the doorframe for dear life.
"Bitch..!" He growled, taking three steps forward.
"What the-"
"He tried to rape me." I growled, Gerard holding me close to him and I clenched my fists into his shirt.
"...Wait here, I'll take care of this." He whispered to my ear, kissing my cheek before making me sit at a table and dragging Anton outside.
People stared at me, starting to get up and comfort me. I was barely conscious that they were there. I was just torn.
I was weak.
I was vulnerable.
I was almost caught...
I, Fye Belmont, daughter of Michel Belmont and Lorraine Dumontel, sister of Nicolas Belmont...
I, a strong and fearless woman who beat up anyone in her way....
I WAS WEAK.
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