Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > One Kiss, Could Change It All
LMFAAOOO! I LOVE THIS CHAP! XDD. Funny. ALSO Sorry dont worrie. Its get all juicy after this chap ;] XD
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Chapter two: "FUCK!"
I awoke in my bunk. My head ached, and my mouth tasted of vomit and.. alcohol.
I rolled over to the side, facing the dark purple curtain that surrounded my buck, I heard the rustling of food packed, I heard the soft melody of cancer being played on the radio. And then I heard slight whispering, I lifted my head slightly and listened.
“I dunno Bob, he was really fucked up yesterday”
Frankie, obviously talking to Bob. I listened harder.
“Yeah. I know, I haven’t seen him that drunk in ages!” Bob muttered
“I know. Do you think he’ll start up again?”
“I dunno Frankie.. I dunno.”
I allowed my head to collapse onto the pillow, ‘I got drunk?’
Faint flashback’s began to appear. Me stumbling to the ground. Yelling. Vomiting. Arguing.
I rolled over, slipping from my buck bed and falling.
“Gee!” I heard Frankie yell.
My black sheets cover my face, I remained still.
‘God fucking help me.’ I thought. My face burned red.
I groaned.
I felt Frankie’s hands, drag me toward him. I Shut my eyes. I felt the sheet being removed from my face.
“Gee?” Bob called.
I turned my head, eyes still shut. I couldn’t bear to see there faces.
And Mikey..
Poor Mikey.
And Frankie? Oh god, what did he think of me.
I took in Frankie’s sent. The familiar aroma of his deodorant filled my nostrils, I smiled.
“Well, he definitely hasn’t fainted. He’s smiling. ” Bob muttered, I could feel his smirk and teasing smile.
“Fuckers.” I mumbled, opening my eyes slightly.
Bob laughed loudly, and I felt Frankie chuckle.
‘Oh. My. God. I was on Frankie’s lap.’ I thought, I felt so childish.
I blushed.
“Awww, why are you blushing Gerard” Bob teased.
I turned my head, and there. Looking down upon me was Frankie.
He green emerald eyes shun, I was captivated by his gaze.
“Gee? Are you alright?” He asked, break eye contact, a faint blush crept upon his face.
I smirked.
I lifted myself up, and the familiar tour bus came into view.
I coughed.
“I.. What happened?” I leaned myself against my bunk bed.
Frankie grinned.
“You. You got drunk Gerard.”
I looked down in shame.
“And Mikey?”
Frankie paused, and looked at Bob.
“Ehh” Bob began. “Well, Mikey. He’s pretty pissed at you.
I sighted.
“Where Is he?” I asked.
“Sound check.”
“What? Why aren’t you guys there?”
Frankie paused once again.
“Mikey’s canceling our concert today.”
“WHAT! NO!” I shot up, a little to fast and began to fell but Bob caught me.
“Gee. You cant sing like this.
“The fuck I can! Frankie. Our concert goes on today!”
He exchanged looks with Bob, I straightened myself and walked towards the bathroom.
“What time is it? And what time does this concert start?”
“Its 5:00, and the concert starts at 6:30.” Bob replied
I nodded.
“Get Mikey, and Ray and say the concert goes on. I’m going to shower and get ready.”
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Once I had showered and brushed my teeth, I raided my suit case for clothes.
I picked out normal black jeans and a black top with red tie. I applied some eyeliner, and left the bathroom.
I opened the door and there stood Mikey, glaring at me with an evil gaze.
Ray behind him, and Bob sitting on the lounge talking to, I guessed Frankie.
I grinned, walking towards Bob.
And there, Frankie sat. I froze, he- he- he looked so attractive!
He wore, a white ripped lose sleeves t-shirt with the design of blood stains he also wore a fluro pink tie, his tight black skinny jeans and chucks.
My mouth feel.
Bob began to piss himself laughing. I snapped out of it.
Mikey, began to giggle, and I shot him a look. And Ray practically was rolling on the floor laughing.
Bob, began point towards my private areas.
“What the fuck!” Frankie yelled.
I looked down towards my private areas.
I had an erection staring at Frankie.
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Chapter two: "FUCK!"
I awoke in my bunk. My head ached, and my mouth tasted of vomit and.. alcohol.
I rolled over to the side, facing the dark purple curtain that surrounded my buck, I heard the rustling of food packed, I heard the soft melody of cancer being played on the radio. And then I heard slight whispering, I lifted my head slightly and listened.
“I dunno Bob, he was really fucked up yesterday”
Frankie, obviously talking to Bob. I listened harder.
“Yeah. I know, I haven’t seen him that drunk in ages!” Bob muttered
“I know. Do you think he’ll start up again?”
“I dunno Frankie.. I dunno.”
I allowed my head to collapse onto the pillow, ‘I got drunk?’
Faint flashback’s began to appear. Me stumbling to the ground. Yelling. Vomiting. Arguing.
I rolled over, slipping from my buck bed and falling.
“Gee!” I heard Frankie yell.
My black sheets cover my face, I remained still.
‘God fucking help me.’ I thought. My face burned red.
I groaned.
I felt Frankie’s hands, drag me toward him. I Shut my eyes. I felt the sheet being removed from my face.
“Gee?” Bob called.
I turned my head, eyes still shut. I couldn’t bear to see there faces.
And Mikey..
Poor Mikey.
And Frankie? Oh god, what did he think of me.
I took in Frankie’s sent. The familiar aroma of his deodorant filled my nostrils, I smiled.
“Well, he definitely hasn’t fainted. He’s smiling. ” Bob muttered, I could feel his smirk and teasing smile.
“Fuckers.” I mumbled, opening my eyes slightly.
Bob laughed loudly, and I felt Frankie chuckle.
‘Oh. My. God. I was on Frankie’s lap.’ I thought, I felt so childish.
I blushed.
“Awww, why are you blushing Gerard” Bob teased.
I turned my head, and there. Looking down upon me was Frankie.
He green emerald eyes shun, I was captivated by his gaze.
“Gee? Are you alright?” He asked, break eye contact, a faint blush crept upon his face.
I smirked.
I lifted myself up, and the familiar tour bus came into view.
I coughed.
“I.. What happened?” I leaned myself against my bunk bed.
Frankie grinned.
“You. You got drunk Gerard.”
I looked down in shame.
“And Mikey?”
Frankie paused, and looked at Bob.
“Ehh” Bob began. “Well, Mikey. He’s pretty pissed at you.
I sighted.
“Where Is he?” I asked.
“Sound check.”
“What? Why aren’t you guys there?”
Frankie paused once again.
“Mikey’s canceling our concert today.”
“WHAT! NO!” I shot up, a little to fast and began to fell but Bob caught me.
“Gee. You cant sing like this.
“The fuck I can! Frankie. Our concert goes on today!”
He exchanged looks with Bob, I straightened myself and walked towards the bathroom.
“What time is it? And what time does this concert start?”
“Its 5:00, and the concert starts at 6:30.” Bob replied
I nodded.
“Get Mikey, and Ray and say the concert goes on. I’m going to shower and get ready.”
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Once I had showered and brushed my teeth, I raided my suit case for clothes.
I picked out normal black jeans and a black top with red tie. I applied some eyeliner, and left the bathroom.
I opened the door and there stood Mikey, glaring at me with an evil gaze.
Ray behind him, and Bob sitting on the lounge talking to, I guessed Frankie.
I grinned, walking towards Bob.
And there, Frankie sat. I froze, he- he- he looked so attractive!
He wore, a white ripped lose sleeves t-shirt with the design of blood stains he also wore a fluro pink tie, his tight black skinny jeans and chucks.
My mouth feel.
Bob began to piss himself laughing. I snapped out of it.
Mikey, began to giggle, and I shot him a look. And Ray practically was rolling on the floor laughing.
Bob, began point towards my private areas.
“What the fuck!” Frankie yelled.
I looked down towards my private areas.
I had an erection staring at Frankie.
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