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Chapter one: I'm not your fucking maid
MCR has a bus maid that makes them food, takes care of laundry, keeps Mikey from puting forks in the toaster, cleans the instruments ect. Now she's falling for Gerard, and she wants to clean his in...
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An awkward smell filled Alex's nose when the guys began loading themselves into the tour bus. They had just finished their show in Seattle, and though it was extremely cold outside they were all drenched heavily in sweat.
“Good show, you guys?” She asked, grabbing a Febreze and dousing them with the room freshener.
“Didn’t you see us, Alex?” Frank asked grabbing the Febreze and chucking it to the side. “You promised you would!”
“Dude, no I didn’t.” She replied plopping herself onto the table.
Frank gave me a small pout. It was cute, but being the band’s official caretaker, and not to mention Frank’s best friend since they were little, Alex was pretty much immune to it.
She looked into his sad little eyes and returned the pout. “Aww… Frankie’s pout face! However in the whole world will I ignore that??”
Her face pulled into a frown as she pushed away the mock-talk and grimaced at Frank. His face immediately fell and he proceeded to eat up his pout.
“I never promised.” She said frankly, staring at her nails.
“True that, dog.” Ray said appreciatively, flipping his fro around and sitting in the booth around the table she was perched at. Frank turned to Gerard.
“Will you please take Pansy, Gerard, and give it to the maid?” Frank asked, rather snobbishly, nose up in the air.
“I am not your fucking maid.” Alex growled; face warming up into a blush. She flipped her dark hair out of her face and stood up quickly.
“Yeah you are! You make us food, clean up our shit, clean our instruments, take care of them, and stop Mikey from putting forks in the toaster.” Frank said counting off his fingers.
“So.” Alex replied. “That’s my job. Someone has got to take care of you motha fuckers.”
At that, she began walk towards Gerard and took Pansy right out of his hands. Alex walked down the hall and wretched the bathroom door open, clutching Pansy threateningly. “Now Frankie, call me a maid one more time and I’ll flush dear old Pansy down the motha fucking toilet.”
After her little threat, Gerard slowly approached her and stood, blocking her from escaping. She attempted to back up, only to be pushed into the wall. Alex whimpered as he placed his arms on the wall around her so that she was cornered.
Alex's heart began to beat wildly as she gazed up at his beautiful golden green eyes.
It was weird, she was sort of enjoying being cornered by Gerard, but eww. It was Gerard after all. Just Frank’s dorky friend who was a total comic book dweeb and a real nerd. His hair was slightly stringy from all the jumping around and singing on stage, and his eyeliner was smeared across his cheeks, but it was all somewhat erotic in a way. Eww! But it’s Gerard! He’s not hot! He’s a total dork!
Alex let out a small whimper as his lips brushed my neck softly and he looked at her with those seductive eyes. “You wanna give me Pansy, Kitten?”
Kitten. What a nickname. Horribly cursed with the most weirdest reactions, one time when Frank tried to tickle her into a coma she had let out a loud meowing sound. Frank had started laughing at the sound and said Alex sounded like a cat having a seisure. Kitten was the nickname received from the guys from then on. Not for one second did he break eye contact with her, determined to hypnotize her with his beauty.
Refusing to give in to temptation, Alex sprouted an idea after seeing a small drop of sweat drip from his hair onto the floor. She looked at him through her thick black eyelashes and bared a small, quaint grin. Alex softly grabbed a small lock of his drenched hair and ran her tongue over it slowly, not breaking the bond between her grey eyes and his golden green ones. She heard him suck in some air sharply as she let his hair drop. Bob, Ray, Mikey, and Frank, who were all observing, had all long ago fell silent, watching the spectacle in awe.
“First, Gerard, why don’t you… take a shower.” She said softly, careful to sound seductive. Alex had known that dear old Gee had had a crush on me for the past month, and now it was time for her to use her female powers to win this battle. She began playing with his hair gently, still not leaving his eyes. She added with a small breath, “You’re so… wet.”
The last word seemed to have hit the spot, because his mouth fell open slightly. At that, she gave him a sly wink and walked away with the guitar, careful to brush by the tent he had pitched on his crotch area.
He let out a wince and Alex walked by Frank chortling. “I win.”
“Good show, you guys?” She asked, grabbing a Febreze and dousing them with the room freshener.
“Didn’t you see us, Alex?” Frank asked grabbing the Febreze and chucking it to the side. “You promised you would!”
“Dude, no I didn’t.” She replied plopping herself onto the table.
Frank gave me a small pout. It was cute, but being the band’s official caretaker, and not to mention Frank’s best friend since they were little, Alex was pretty much immune to it.
She looked into his sad little eyes and returned the pout. “Aww… Frankie’s pout face! However in the whole world will I ignore that??”
Her face pulled into a frown as she pushed away the mock-talk and grimaced at Frank. His face immediately fell and he proceeded to eat up his pout.
“I never promised.” She said frankly, staring at her nails.
“True that, dog.” Ray said appreciatively, flipping his fro around and sitting in the booth around the table she was perched at. Frank turned to Gerard.
“Will you please take Pansy, Gerard, and give it to the maid?” Frank asked, rather snobbishly, nose up in the air.
“I am not your fucking maid.” Alex growled; face warming up into a blush. She flipped her dark hair out of her face and stood up quickly.
“Yeah you are! You make us food, clean up our shit, clean our instruments, take care of them, and stop Mikey from putting forks in the toaster.” Frank said counting off his fingers.
“So.” Alex replied. “That’s my job. Someone has got to take care of you motha fuckers.”
At that, she began walk towards Gerard and took Pansy right out of his hands. Alex walked down the hall and wretched the bathroom door open, clutching Pansy threateningly. “Now Frankie, call me a maid one more time and I’ll flush dear old Pansy down the motha fucking toilet.”
After her little threat, Gerard slowly approached her and stood, blocking her from escaping. She attempted to back up, only to be pushed into the wall. Alex whimpered as he placed his arms on the wall around her so that she was cornered.
Alex's heart began to beat wildly as she gazed up at his beautiful golden green eyes.
It was weird, she was sort of enjoying being cornered by Gerard, but eww. It was Gerard after all. Just Frank’s dorky friend who was a total comic book dweeb and a real nerd. His hair was slightly stringy from all the jumping around and singing on stage, and his eyeliner was smeared across his cheeks, but it was all somewhat erotic in a way. Eww! But it’s Gerard! He’s not hot! He’s a total dork!
Alex let out a small whimper as his lips brushed my neck softly and he looked at her with those seductive eyes. “You wanna give me Pansy, Kitten?”
Kitten. What a nickname. Horribly cursed with the most weirdest reactions, one time when Frank tried to tickle her into a coma she had let out a loud meowing sound. Frank had started laughing at the sound and said Alex sounded like a cat having a seisure. Kitten was the nickname received from the guys from then on. Not for one second did he break eye contact with her, determined to hypnotize her with his beauty.
Refusing to give in to temptation, Alex sprouted an idea after seeing a small drop of sweat drip from his hair onto the floor. She looked at him through her thick black eyelashes and bared a small, quaint grin. Alex softly grabbed a small lock of his drenched hair and ran her tongue over it slowly, not breaking the bond between her grey eyes and his golden green ones. She heard him suck in some air sharply as she let his hair drop. Bob, Ray, Mikey, and Frank, who were all observing, had all long ago fell silent, watching the spectacle in awe.
“First, Gerard, why don’t you… take a shower.” She said softly, careful to sound seductive. Alex had known that dear old Gee had had a crush on me for the past month, and now it was time for her to use her female powers to win this battle. She began playing with his hair gently, still not leaving his eyes. She added with a small breath, “You’re so… wet.”
The last word seemed to have hit the spot, because his mouth fell open slightly. At that, she gave him a sly wink and walked away with the guitar, careful to brush by the tent he had pitched on his crotch area.
He let out a wince and Alex walked by Frank chortling. “I win.”
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