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The icing....or me?

by nicole_ownsxxx 6 reviews

It's Roxie's birthday! After a little food fight, My Chemical Romance's tribute to the Police, and slamming a door in slutface's...ermm..face, Roxie and Gee are actually getting along. Or maybe more?

Category: My Chemical Romance - Rating: G - Genres: Humor, Romance - Characters: Bob Bryar, Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro - Published: 2007-07-04 - Updated: 2007-07-04 - 2041 words

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I opened my eyes slowly and looked at the clock beside my bed. It was only 7:03 in the morning. But today, I was waking everyone up.

"Gerard!" I said, nudging him. "Gerard! Wake up!"

"Whadyawan?" he muttered. I'm thinking that translated into "What do you want?".

"It's my birthday!" I said like a little kid. "I'm twenty-three!"

"Good for you," he replied. "You want a parade or something?"

"No. You could wish me happy birthday, though."

"No. Go back to sleep. It's freakishly early in the morning, and we've got a show at four."

"It's not freakishly early, Gee! It's only seven!"

He groaned, and turned over. "Listen, Skankpuppet, I'm not waking up at seven in the morning just because it's your damn birthday. Got it?"

"But, Gee, you're already up," I told him pleasantly.

He pushed some black hair out of his face, and tilted his head to the side. "You're soooo annoying," he whined, but got out of bed anyway. "Because it's your birthday, I'll be nice. Okay?"

"Okay! I'll be nice...too...because... it's my... birthday..." I trailed off, wondering why I'd have to be nice if it was my birthday, but forgot it and decided to be nice. "And slutface isn't allowed anywhere near any of us today!" I demanded.

"Fine. But you'd better be this nice to me on my birthday," he said. We got out of bed and started rummaging through our closets for clothes to wear today. Since we'd been living together on that stupid bus for about three months, we were starting to not hate each other as much as used to. Don't get me wrong, we still hated each other, just with not as much passion.

"Don't turn around," Gerard said, because he was getting dressed.

"Der Kommisar's in town!" I sang. I could never resist singing the rest of a song when some one quoted one. Even if it was "Der Kommisar."

"Whoa-oh!" he sang back.

We laughed. Wow. Getting along with Gerard was actually way easier than I'd ever imagined. I slid off my pajama bottoms, because I knew he was facing the opposite way. That was how we got dressed every morning. We had to work out a system, because we'd seen each other half-naked way too much to be normal.
I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a black tank-top. I felt like wearing black today for some reason. Then with the eyeliner, Chucks, bracelets, belt, and so forth.

"I'm done," we both said at the same time. He did his makeup, too, so he wouldn't have to do it before the show.

I turned around and looked at him. His makeup was perfect. His skin was flawless and pale, and he had red eye shadow all around his eyes, and then perfectly applied eyeliner.

"Wow," I gasped. "You look really good!"

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "So do you, Skankpuppet. I mean...Roxie." It took him a minute to remember my name.

We walked out of our room and into the kitchen, where Bob and Mikey were trying to make my birthday cake. Katie and Jenny were wrapping my presents, and Frank was sitting in the corner once again, talking to himself. I had no idea where Mary or Ray were.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROXIE!" they call screamed in unison as soon as I came into the room.

I beamed. "Thanks, guys! What kind of cake is that?" I asked.

"Chocolate," Bob answered, stirring up something in a bowl. "It's homemade. I'm making the icing, too. Try it!" He stuck his finger in the bowl, getting something sticky and pink all over it, then made me lick it. Had this been with anyone outside of My Chemical Romance or the Infamous, I would have freaked out and said no loudly, but since it was Bob, this was normal. We were like one big, happy family. Except Gerard and I, but we were being nice today.

"Yum! Cherry!" I tried to stick my hand in the bowl for more, but Bob pulled it away.

"You don't get any 'til the cake's done!"

"Can I lick the bowl?"

"Yes."

"Can I lick the bowl, too!?" Frank screamed from across the room.

"It's Sk-erm-Roxie's birthday!" Gerard yelled. "You have to ask her!"

Frank gave me puppy dog eyes. "Can I, Roxie? Please?"

"Yes! But you have to promise not to shoot me with the potato gun," I offered.

His face went serious and he frowned. "Roxanne, you know I can't make that promise."

I laughed, and Jenny started cursing the wrapping paper. "Is that Christmas wrapping paper?" I asked.

"Shut up! It was all we could find!" Jenny exclaimed. She hated wrapping presents, but did it for me because it was my birthday.

"Aren't you people going to sing me happy birthday?!" I said, trying to look angry, but laughing when Mikey got down on his knees and grabbed my legs and started yelling, "We're so sorry, Roxie! Please! Forgive us!"

Jenny abandoned her present wrapping and joined him. "We're not worthy! We're not worthy!" she screamed.

Frank did, too. "We're scum! You rock! We suck!" Katie and Bob stopped whatever they were doing and screamed with him.

I turned to Gerard, who was the only one left standing. "Well? Get on your knees. Now," I demanded, giggling.

He actually did it, and they were all chanting "Roxanne owns us! Roxanne owns us!" in a low voice, which was hilarious, and it was even funnier when Ray and Mary walked in with shopping bags.

"Great! We leave for fifteen minutes, and Roxie takes over the bus!" Ray yelled.

"That's right. It's my birthday! On your knees! Start chanting!" I grabbed a ribbon from the table where Katie and Jenny were wrapping presents and starting using it was a whip. "Louder! Put your back into it!"

That was when Mikey looked up and said, "Put our back into what?!?"

I got this puzzled look on my face, and everyone stopping chanting and looked at me. "I dunno."

We heard a knock at the door.

Everyone got off the ground and looked at the door, and heard, "Open the door! I wanna see my Gee!"

I grinning, then opened the door enough to stick my head out. I saw slutface standing there in a tiny tank top and skimpy shorts, with way too much makeup on.

"Sorry," I told her cheerfully, "It's my birthday. You're not allowed anywhere near me!"

"But, what about Gerard?"

"He's being nice to me today, which means you don't get to whore around with him. Go back to your little Skankhouse and mess around with all your little slutfriends, okay?"

"ROXANNE! LET ME ON THE FUCKING BUS!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!" I screamed louder as she tried to get on the bus.

"I WANT GEE!"

"GO AWAY!" I slammed with great force. Then everyone heard a faint, "oww.. my nose!"

I giggled.

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"How many of you like the Infamous?"

Cheers, and "I love you!"s.

Gerard was on stage, and the boys were getting ready to play. The Infamous had just finished, and we were making our way toward the crowd.

"Well, how many of you love Roxanne Knowens?"

Cheers, and "she's so hot!"s.

"Well, it's her birthday! Roxie, why don't you come on stage while we play you a little song?" Gerard called into the mic, scanning the crowd for me. He saw me. "Roxie! C'mon up here!"

Fans pushed me towards the gate to get back on stage, where I saw about fifteen teenage girls screaming, "I'M ROXANNE! LET ME ON STAGE!" I actually had to pull out my driver's license to prove that I'm Roxanne, even though the Infamous ranked second on the tour and I'm pretty much famous. (My Chemical Romance was ranked first. Who would have thought it?)

I finally got on the stage, and I walked up next to Gerard, where he started talking again.

"Let me tell you a few things about Roxie," he started, putting his arm around me. "She's the most obnoxious person I've ever known, she's just as hyperactive as Frankie, she's not afraid to tell you what she's thinking, which can get annoying, and she wants my body!"

"Gerard, I do not want your body!"

"Yes you do, sugar. Anyway, since it's her birthday, we're playing her a little song!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Hit it, boys!"

And so they played "Roxanne". If I didn't love these men so much, I'd probably have killed them.

After their show, which I had to stay on stage the entire time for, we went back to the bus and I opened all of my presents and ate my cake and grinned happily as they sang me "Happy Birthday", which turned into a huge messy food fight between me, Jenny, Frank, and Gerard. Mary and Ray and Bob were screaming at us to cut it out, and Ray sent us to our rooms for the night. Mikey and Katie were sitting back laughing, but when we got sent to our rooms Ray, Bob, and Mary told them they had to help clean up, and the rest of us snickered as they scrubbed cherry icing off the ceiling.

Gerard tackled me on the bed as soon as he closed the door.

"Rawr! I'm a dinosaur!" he cried.

"Gerard!" I laughed. "You're such an idiot!"

He started tickling me, and I was giggling like a stupid fan girl.

"Cherry icing!" I sat up and licked his forehead. "Mmmm. Tastes so good."

Gerard smirked. "Me, or the icing?"

"The icing," I replied.

He pouted. "Aw, sugar-"

"Sugar! I want more sugar!" I cried. "Let's sneak back into the kitchen and get more cake!"

"Okay!" He jumped off of the bed and we made our way down the hall. We were about to turn the corner when we heard voices.

"We should have made Roxie's cake sugar-free," Mary scolded herself.

I could see Frankie flicking things at Mikey, giggling, while Mikey tried to shield his face. Bob, Katie, Mary, and Ray were cleaning, and Mikey was supposed to, but he was busy defending himself from Frankie's paper clip and rubber band invention.

I grabbed the cake, which was right beside the hall way on a table, and Gerard and I snuck it back to our room.

"Alright!" he said, hi-fiving me.

"Let's devour it." I grabbed a handful and stuffed it in my mouth, managing to get cherry icing everywhere. Bob must have liked cherry icing. I swear, half the cake was icing, and I'm pretty sure there's a bowl of it in the fridge.

"Here you go, Skankpuppet," he said, slamming a piece of cake in my mouth.

"Skankpuppet?" I questioned.

"It's 12:01. I can be mean again!"

"Aw."

"Alright, I'll wait 'til 12:30. But I'm still calling you Skankpuppet. Mostly because you're stupid."

"Why, thank you Gerard. You're so generous." I rolled my eyes, trying to look sarcastic, but that didn't work because my face was covered in sticky pink.

Gerard pushed a lock of black hair out of his face, then locked his amazing..erm..hazel eyes onto my arm. Smirking, of course. "You've got a little icing-" He licked my arm. "Mm. That tastes good."

"The icing," I said, quoting him, "or me?" I added, striking a weird funny-seductive pose.

I didn't expect to hear him say, "Both," but I did expect Ray to barge in the room, screaming about cake right after he said that, then taking away the cake and making us both go take showers, which he did. Which ruined whatever bonding moment Gerard and I were about to have. Thank you, Ray. You're just like a stupid dad.

But...

Both?

Uh-oh.

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eh..sorry about the wait..
i had to go to dad's.
bleh. boring. dad was working.
anyway, the chapter wasn't very good (writing wise) and i'm sorry.
but..in other news, we got kicked out of magic springs! XD!
and i have shoelaces that say jeff!


anyway..

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i'll make all of you wildest fantasies a reality.
oh, yes, i will.

haha. I'm a liar. i won't. XD

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