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"That party... Was AWESOME!!!" I cried, jumping all over the place.
Of course, after I'd had to clean everything up because the lazy asses that call themselves a band barely did anything.
I mean, the bathroom was still a mess, the few rooms still looked like a tornado(or twenty) had passed through, the basement looked like it had been demolished and reconstructed by some... Two year old or something. It looked THAT horrible.

But now we were all lounging on the couches watching TV in the house we were ready to spend four days in. Because if we left tonight, we WOULD have been here for four days. And god knows how we couldn't care less! I mean, not only had the guys totally shown off their first album(which was selling... Well, more than a few months ago), they had fun AND met new people.

"What now...?" Ray asked, interrupting the movie more than my random outburst, since he had taken WAY more time to talk than me.

"SSSSSSSSSSSH!!!" Gerard and Frank cried, pointing the TV. Of ourse, it was an other one of their stupid, old and boring horror movies.

Seriously, those movies should be classified in the Cmoic genre. The thing's so lame and the 'special effects' are so poorly done that it's really something you can laugh at..!

"Well, I'm going home. I've got a stupid psychology report to hand in in two days..." I sighed, Pushing myself off the couch and walking for the door.

Gerard took a few seconds before following me, wanting to wait for the commercials before. I swear, that guy's obsessed with stupid, not-even-scary horror movies. No wonder people call him a mass murder. Or a vampire.
But that's why I love him.

"Can't you stay a little longer..?" He purred in my neck, resting his hands on my hip. HE KNOWS I hate having him do exactly THAT; it makes me bend to whatever he wants me to do.

"...N-no, I have to work... I, for one, actually want to make it through college." I shrugged, lightly pushing Gerard away. "Maybe... Later." I smiled, before opening the door behind me and slipping outside.

~~~~~~~~~*~

"Miss Belmont? Your essay?" the teacher called, making my heart thump all the more in my chest. I HAD done it. I was just scared of what grade it might get. I'd heard a few psnippets of the essays of a few school friends, and...
MINE TOTALLY SUCKED compared to theirs.

"Y-yes!" I called back, rushing to the front desk and gently letting the stack of paper fall on it. It WAS a five thousand-word essay. No wonder it took me two days to finish.
Heh. AND I had partied meanwhile.

The bell rang, and I sighed with GREAT relief. I just wanted to be with Gerard again. Seeing as we had chosen different domains to study, we had a few classes together, but not too many. Like, whereas he'd go in weak maths, I was in... 'Normal' math. And science was the same too. But we had french, arts, geography, philosophy and economy together.
I KNOW.
Gerard and philosophy, wtf? Well yeah. Figure he actually CHOSE to take that class. And not even to be with me. Must be his inner songwriter that called him...!

"Hey Sweets." A voice hushed behind me, arms wrapping arround my waist, pulling me closer to a certain chest belonging to a certain someone.

"Hey Vamp. How's my favorite mass murderer going today?" I snickered, spinning around and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Greater than ever. People all around this place look like they came to the party Saturday.. They all want to buy our CD..!"

"...Dude, that's like-"
"A LOT of people, I KNOW."
"Oh. My. GOD!" I squeaked, throwing my arms around his neck.

~~~~~~~~~*~

"Breathe in........Then hit. NOT ME YOU FUCKING IDIOT! DAMN!"
"S-sorry!"
"...It's okay... Try again... And TRY not to hit ME."

Giving Mikey self-defense lessons in private is harder than you'd think. He keeps on missing the cushions in my hand and aiming for my arms. Yeah.
That's gonna hurt in the morning.
Now, I was trying to teach him how to block and punch at the sam time. Which resulted it me receiving a lot of punches in the gut. Not STRONG ones, firstly because I don't think Mikey would ever WANT to able to muster enough strength to seriously harm someone, but because he can control when he stops fairly well.
Still.
Hurt like a bitch.

"Okay, I think that's enough for today." I smiled, throwing everything away haphazardly in my basement, not really caring if the place looked like a totally mess.

"I'm sorry?"
"DON'T BE. PLEASE. I'm heard you appologise enough in one day to last me a lifetime." I laughed, slumping down in the la-z-boy, heaving a rsigh of relief as my muscles could relax.
"...Fye? Can I ask you something?"
"Ya just did." I smirked, closing my eyes. "What's up?"
"Well... There's this girl-" I jumped and opened my eyes here. "-that I've been going out with for a while... I've sen her parents, but she still hasn't come home yet. Should I-?"

"Yes, you should. I mean, Donna's the nicest woman in the WORLD! Not like she'd laugh at your girlfriend. Come one, even I know better." I smirked, turning my head towards Mikey.

"Yeah, I guess you're right..." Mikay laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. And then he started coughing.

"...Are you okay?"

He nodded faintly, but he just kept on coughing. And it sounded like it was getting worse. I shot up, dragged him upstrairs and slammed one of those little asthma pumps into his hand.

"Shake, press, hold your breathe, swallow, breath out after three seconds." I ordered, as Mikey brought the contraption to his lips. He brethed in, swallowed, and sighed in releif after three seconds, though he was still lightly coughing.
"You should always have it on you, you know that." I grounded him, crossing my arms.

"I didn't think I'd be needing it today, sor-"
"DON'T DARE SAAY THAT DAMNED WORD IN MY HOUSE."
"...I love you?"
"Better." I smiled, leading him to the front door. "Want a ride, or do you wana walk?"
"It's okay, I'll walk." Mikey smiled back, and then I closed the door, just as the phone rang.

"Y'ello, Fye he-"
"MIKEYFORGOTHISASTHMATHINGYWHEREISHEISHESTILLALIVE?!"
"Gee, he's fine, he just walked out the door."
"...Oh, well, uh, I love you?"
"Yeah, I know, everyone says that."