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"Okay, now, you'er SURE everyone's out of town?
"YES DAMMIT! Yes said it FOUR TIMES already!!"
"...Frank, yelling's not making things better..."
"Shut up, Fye."
"Shut UP Frank!"

And so out little stupid argument went on like that for about five minutes; the time for Gee and Mikey to sraighten out the last little things before the super big openhouse.
Yeah.
THE PARTY OF THE CENTURY.

Mikey invited like, everyone he knew from school(about twenty girls, to be honest), Gerard and Bob got about fourt persons each, Frank had a shitload of people because of his family, and Ray, because of his sister, managed to get...
Well, a lot of people.
So our party would be a BIG success, especially when you count the people from college that heard about our openhouse... Man, this was going to be one of the BEST things I ever participated in organizing!

"Music"
"CHECK!"
"Smoke?"
"Check!"
"BEER?!" Frank called with a little too much gusto, making me laugh a little.
"Check~!"
"Then we're loaded!" Frank cheered, running off to... God knows where.
"...Parently supervision?"
"Are you CRAZY?!"
"Just making sure." Gerard laughed, walking up to the door.

It was the first wave of people to arrive that night.

~~~~~~~~~*~

Everything was going perfectly well. A few fights here and there(which I mostly broke up), and the smoke maching coughed and hacked a few times, but other than that, everything went just like we thought it would. Stuff broke, Bob would run out to buy something similar. Or, when the shops closed, go on eBay and find something.

The music was loud, but I mean, LOUD enough to have disturbed every neighbor. Had they not been on a five-day cruise at the very moment.
We thanked Mikey three thousand times for his 'connections', even though we didn't know who they were...

This one guy came in with a camera. I mean, I didn't really mind; at that point, I'd already drank... Well, enough to make me carefree.

"So! You're Fye Belmont, right?" he asked, poiting the lens straight at me. I really didn't care. Damn that beer.

"Yep! Why do you ask" I replied, smiling brightly. Stupid me.

"You're Gerard's girlfriend, right? So, what's it like to be emotionnally tied to one of the greatest rising stars?" He asked, and I could clearly see him smirking behind that giant black camera of his.

"Rising star?" I chuckled, taking an other sip of my glass of beer. Ha, anyone who'd see this would think it's apple juice!! "Are they really becoming that popular...? Wow, well, uh, I guess it doesn't really change anything. I mean, I love Gerad Way, not Gerad the super hot singer from My Chemical Romance!"

"...Uh, sure..." the guy sighed, looking around for someone else to catch on camera. And I saw him staring at mikey. He made a move to go towards him, but I took the camera, turning it away, and got in his face.

"MINORS. ARE. NOT. FILMED." I growled, turned away to go see Mikey. "See that dude with the camera..?" I said, pointing at said guy while having an arm around Mikey's shoulders. His friends stared at me for a while, but recognised me and,m well, shut up. "Don't let him catch you or your friends on tape. If this ever passes on TV or something, we're all dead, you got it?" I said with a smile, quickly running off to find Gerard.

~~~~~~~~~*~

"...Fye, wake up."
"Two more minutes, mom...!" I groaned, turning around..
And conveniently fell off the couch I was sleeping on a few seconds before.
"Bob, I hate you and your stupid little ways..." I shrugged, pushing myself off the littered floor, taking a look around. "Holy fucking crap..." I sighed, letting myself fall back on the floor.

EVERYWHERE, ewvery SINGLE inch of floor was covered either in confetti, emtpy plastic cups, empty CD cassings, empty bottle of beer and anything else you can imagine.
And the smoke machine was officially DEAD.
I looked around, searching for the ONE THING I knew Donna would've left behind for us. She always seemed to konw what we were doing, and what we'd eventually need...
There.
Over the fireplace.
The mic for the karaoke set! I plugged it in, cranked up the volume...

"ALRIGHT PEOPLE!" I called, making a few people jump up, and I swear one or two almost had a heart attack. "Tme the leave the Way residence! EVERYBODY OUT! And the Camera Dude's demanded at the living room! PRONTO!"

It took about twenty minutes for everyone to leave. Though half of the people here last night left at like, three in the morning, a lot still stayed behind, falling asleep while dancing, watching TV or playing video games.
And an other five minutes to catch the stupid runaway camera guy.

"Give me the tape."
"WHAT?!"
"GIVE. ME. THE. TAPE." I growled, taking a few more steps towards him.
"S-sure." He stuttered, popping open the camera and handing me everything that he'd filmed during the night.

"I'll edit this tonight. Give me your name and phone number and I'll call you in the morning to tell you to come pick it up." I said, grabbing a random pen and paper lying around on the floor.

~~~~~~~~~*~

"CLEAN!"
"Clean!
"Uh, I THINK it's clean..."
"Clean here too!"
"Uh, Clean?"
"...uuuuuh, guys, I little help here..?!" I whined, still sitting in the middle of the half-cleaned living room.

Oh, yeah, SURE! Give the woman the fucking biggest room in the whole fuckin' HOUSE!!

~~~~~~~~~*~

"You know I love you..."
"Yeah, well my back begs to differ." I shrugged, playfully slapping Gerard's shoulder after he snickered. "No, seriously, you make me clean that place again, and no kids for you."
"Aww, I'm heartbroken."

I sighed and rested my head against his ches,t thinking through what I saw on the tape.
People fighting. ME in that load. I just seemed so... OUT of myself. I never really saw myself fighting, but I never thought I looked so... I don't know... Savage. Brutal. FREAKISH. No wonder people were so scared of me! DAMN...

"Video still freaking you out..?" Gee asked in a soothing whisper, tearing me out of that constant replay.

"Yeah... I just hate seeing myself like that... PROMISE ME NOT TO LET ME DRINK ANYMORE!"
"...Uh, are you sure you want me to-"
"Please?"
...
"Fine. But I'm not stopping myself from drinking in front of you..." He shrugged, kissing my nose.
"Fucking tease." I shrugged, slamming my kips on his own.
"That's me." She muffled into the kiss, smirking madly.