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Mikey has something for Alex... XD They come up with a plan.
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Title: The Tour Bus Maid Chapter 2
Author: Zombie_toast
Rating: This chapter would be PG?
Word Count: Teh fuck?? I’m supposed to count those?
Disclaimer: Wuzzat? Oh.. yeah. Mikey, Gerard, and the rest of MCR are not mine. =.=
Little bit o’ slash. Just a weeee bit.
Warnings: Nothing much in this chapter.. XD
Feedback: YES PLEASE!!! I’ve never written fan fiction before…I’d like to give a special thanx to the following: cutegirl12356, another_disaster, khunwantedxx, BeautifulxDisaster, cassie21. For leaving awesome comments that encouraged me to go farther.
TIS A DEDICATION 4 U!!!
Sitting on the sofa of the hotel room she and Mikey had rented, Alex began doodling madly, trying to block out all thought about Gerard. It just wasn’t right for her to like him.
He’s not cool, and he’s Frank’s little dorky friend. Sure he’s a big rockstar, but beside the amazing singing and the sexy gestures he produced at each concert, in real life he was just a regular nerd with an obsession for comics.
And Alex was falling for him.
“I can’t fall for him. He’s a total dork, just like Frank. All of them are dorks.” Alex muttered putting her sketchbook to the side, confused. “Plus he’s not even that cute. Or hot…”
It was all Frank’s idea for her to tour with the band as the equipment manager, as she had just lost her job as a Wal-Mart Manager for depression and neglecting to come to work. She wasn’t able to keep up with her rent, and she ended up staying with Frank, her childhood best friend. Frank had neglected to tell her that he was going to tour again in a month, so feeling sorry for her, he asked her to tag along as the equipment manager.
Instead of just managing equipment, she was stuck taking care of all of them. Bob always left his dirty panties out, Frank always burned their food, Gerard always left out his art supplies and cried when one of them trodded on a pencil and broke it in half, Mikey always put forks in the toaster, and Ray… well, he always left chunks of his fro lying around.
Unable to just let them live in their own filth, Alex took the justice of playing mommy and picking up after them and making sure they had something to eat everyday. Plus there was Gerard and his drinking problem. Every other day he would go out and get so wasted. Occasionally they would find him blacked out on the floor surrounded by vomit. It was a sickening cycle; Gerard drinking, blacking out, leaving Frank and her to clean up the mess, drinking some more the next day, but she never neglected to help.
She couldn’t help but feel sorry for the guys, so Alex actually didn’t mind cleaning up after them, receiving less than a basic “Thank you,” only pretending to hate the job. Occasionally after doing something intense like going out to get coffee at 2:00 A.M. or wrestling a couple of fan girls out of their way would she get a decent pat on the head. One time when Gerard was extremely wasted she got him a coffee and he actually gave her a peck on the cheek. At the time she was a bit revolted by the action, but now…
Alex sighed as she gave up denial and accepted the fact that she had a crush on Gerard. Even though he was a total nerd, and sometime a jerk to her, she couldn’t help but admire his talent and (sigh…) good looks.
Even though he WAS a total douche sometimes.
It was weird… Usually she would be into normal looking guys with normal lives and nothing particularly unique about him, but now she was falling for a freak. He had shoulder length black hair, golden-green eyes, and insisted on wearing “guy-liner” and adorned black every day of his life. It was strangely intoxicating; like he was a chemical drugging her up.
Any second now and the guys would come back from downstairs with the luggage. Alex was so used to them that she could already picture what it would be like. Gerard would be pulling along some bag and figure out he didn’t pack half the things he really needed, Frank would bring along a case and pretend the stuffed animal unicorn wasn’t his and that he needed to protect it for his friend, and Ray and Bob would walk behind them and pretend to fall backwards every other second trying to scare a poor little Mikey, who would be carrying a small 2 pound bag, whimpering and struggling like a little Pansy.
They didn’t usually stay in hotels, but they felt it necessary as it was a special occasion; Mikey’s birthday. As the responsible person, Alex took the liberty of driving the bus all the way to Kroger and buying a cake and candles, then driving it back so they could all take a much needed bath. Not only did she get Mikey a cake, but she also decorated the rooms with balloons that took forever to blow up, not to mention smelt like cat masturbation.
Hopefully everyone picked out a present for Mikey, because she didn’t want the same thing to happen like last year, when they all totally forgot. That was before she even started working for MCR.
Alex stared at her watch with bored eyes and decided to take a nice little nap. Her eyes hurt a bit from attempting to close them and she gave out a little moan from how good relaxing my muscles felt. Pretty soon she was close to drifting asleep. So tired…. Soo… sooo… tired…
“ALEX!” a loud squeal pierced the silence as she yanked her eyes open. Mikey stumbled through the door and fell into a heap upon the carpeting, his glasses flying through the air. Alex quickly got up and rushed to his side, banging her leg against the coffee table.
“Mikey! What the heck! Are you okay!” she asked, attempting to place his glasses back onto his face.
“I am not o-fucking kay!!” He looked up at her with a small smile and giggled. “You’re really pretty.”
“Wha?” she said, quite startled. She had no idea Mikey was into girls! “Mikey, what in the world happened?”
“I… I…” Mikey stuttered, wincing as he tried to stand up. “I have something for you.”
“What?” Alex asked, worried. She noticed he was clutching a flat box... the kind you put clothes in.
“Don’t you want revenge on the guys?” Mikey asked. She nodded, thinking about all the mean things they did. Especially the maid comments. He handed her the box gingerly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
Alex opened the box slowly, afraid of what was inside, yet excited in a way…
Alex gazed into the box and pulled out a short frilly… French maid cotume?? Alex’s mouth dropped into a perfect comical “O” and Mikey ended up almost dropping the box and pissing himself laughing. Alex’s eyes left the dress and met Mikey’s gaze.
“What the hell… Where dd you get this?” Alex asked in disbelief, curiosity beginning to take over.
“Well, its for when Frank gets drunk.” Mikey said hesitantly, wondering if he should tell the truth. Alex blinked and immidiatly wished she hadn’t asked.
“So…” Alex began. Mikey smiled at her eagerly and beckoned her to put the short thing on. “What makes you think it’ll fit me?”
“Cuz, besides me being like, a foot taller than you, we both have petite frames and a flat chest.” Mikey said as she began fingering the frills in distate.
“Oh… I see… wait, what?” Alex said. Mikey shrugged. “Flat chest?! FLAT CHEST??”
“Face it, Bob’s got more boobs than you do, honey.” Mikey said, looking anywhere but her.
Scowling, Alex began feeling up the material. “Won’t it be too long for me?” Alex asked.
“Well, when I wear it, you know, with my cute little pink thong and all, then just standing up you can alredy see my ass.” Mikey said, as if this was something to be proud of.
Alex attempted to hold back a gag.
“Ugh… and the plan?” Alex asked.
“Well, since Frank and Gee are always calling you a maid, then… slip this on… and since Gerard likes you…” Mikey’s voice trailed into a whisper and Alex soon realized the plan was pure genius.
“Brilliant! But do you think I can pull it off?” Alex asked thoughtfully.
“Girl! With those legs? Anything is possible.” Mikey said with a grin.
They then both sang out cackles and let their evil plan begin to brew.
Author: Zombie_toast
Rating: This chapter would be PG?
Word Count: Teh fuck?? I’m supposed to count those?
Disclaimer: Wuzzat? Oh.. yeah. Mikey, Gerard, and the rest of MCR are not mine. =.=
Little bit o’ slash. Just a weeee bit.
Warnings: Nothing much in this chapter.. XD
Feedback: YES PLEASE!!! I’ve never written fan fiction before…I’d like to give a special thanx to the following: cutegirl12356, another_disaster, khunwantedxx, BeautifulxDisaster, cassie21. For leaving awesome comments that encouraged me to go farther.
TIS A DEDICATION 4 U!!!
Sitting on the sofa of the hotel room she and Mikey had rented, Alex began doodling madly, trying to block out all thought about Gerard. It just wasn’t right for her to like him.
He’s not cool, and he’s Frank’s little dorky friend. Sure he’s a big rockstar, but beside the amazing singing and the sexy gestures he produced at each concert, in real life he was just a regular nerd with an obsession for comics.
And Alex was falling for him.
“I can’t fall for him. He’s a total dork, just like Frank. All of them are dorks.” Alex muttered putting her sketchbook to the side, confused. “Plus he’s not even that cute. Or hot…”
It was all Frank’s idea for her to tour with the band as the equipment manager, as she had just lost her job as a Wal-Mart Manager for depression and neglecting to come to work. She wasn’t able to keep up with her rent, and she ended up staying with Frank, her childhood best friend. Frank had neglected to tell her that he was going to tour again in a month, so feeling sorry for her, he asked her to tag along as the equipment manager.
Instead of just managing equipment, she was stuck taking care of all of them. Bob always left his dirty panties out, Frank always burned their food, Gerard always left out his art supplies and cried when one of them trodded on a pencil and broke it in half, Mikey always put forks in the toaster, and Ray… well, he always left chunks of his fro lying around.
Unable to just let them live in their own filth, Alex took the justice of playing mommy and picking up after them and making sure they had something to eat everyday. Plus there was Gerard and his drinking problem. Every other day he would go out and get so wasted. Occasionally they would find him blacked out on the floor surrounded by vomit. It was a sickening cycle; Gerard drinking, blacking out, leaving Frank and her to clean up the mess, drinking some more the next day, but she never neglected to help.
She couldn’t help but feel sorry for the guys, so Alex actually didn’t mind cleaning up after them, receiving less than a basic “Thank you,” only pretending to hate the job. Occasionally after doing something intense like going out to get coffee at 2:00 A.M. or wrestling a couple of fan girls out of their way would she get a decent pat on the head. One time when Gerard was extremely wasted she got him a coffee and he actually gave her a peck on the cheek. At the time she was a bit revolted by the action, but now…
Alex sighed as she gave up denial and accepted the fact that she had a crush on Gerard. Even though he was a total nerd, and sometime a jerk to her, she couldn’t help but admire his talent and (sigh…) good looks.
Even though he WAS a total douche sometimes.
It was weird… Usually she would be into normal looking guys with normal lives and nothing particularly unique about him, but now she was falling for a freak. He had shoulder length black hair, golden-green eyes, and insisted on wearing “guy-liner” and adorned black every day of his life. It was strangely intoxicating; like he was a chemical drugging her up.
Any second now and the guys would come back from downstairs with the luggage. Alex was so used to them that she could already picture what it would be like. Gerard would be pulling along some bag and figure out he didn’t pack half the things he really needed, Frank would bring along a case and pretend the stuffed animal unicorn wasn’t his and that he needed to protect it for his friend, and Ray and Bob would walk behind them and pretend to fall backwards every other second trying to scare a poor little Mikey, who would be carrying a small 2 pound bag, whimpering and struggling like a little Pansy.
They didn’t usually stay in hotels, but they felt it necessary as it was a special occasion; Mikey’s birthday. As the responsible person, Alex took the liberty of driving the bus all the way to Kroger and buying a cake and candles, then driving it back so they could all take a much needed bath. Not only did she get Mikey a cake, but she also decorated the rooms with balloons that took forever to blow up, not to mention smelt like cat masturbation.
Hopefully everyone picked out a present for Mikey, because she didn’t want the same thing to happen like last year, when they all totally forgot. That was before she even started working for MCR.
Alex stared at her watch with bored eyes and decided to take a nice little nap. Her eyes hurt a bit from attempting to close them and she gave out a little moan from how good relaxing my muscles felt. Pretty soon she was close to drifting asleep. So tired…. Soo… sooo… tired…
“ALEX!” a loud squeal pierced the silence as she yanked her eyes open. Mikey stumbled through the door and fell into a heap upon the carpeting, his glasses flying through the air. Alex quickly got up and rushed to his side, banging her leg against the coffee table.
“Mikey! What the heck! Are you okay!” she asked, attempting to place his glasses back onto his face.
“I am not o-fucking kay!!” He looked up at her with a small smile and giggled. “You’re really pretty.”
“Wha?” she said, quite startled. She had no idea Mikey was into girls! “Mikey, what in the world happened?”
“I… I…” Mikey stuttered, wincing as he tried to stand up. “I have something for you.”
“What?” Alex asked, worried. She noticed he was clutching a flat box... the kind you put clothes in.
“Don’t you want revenge on the guys?” Mikey asked. She nodded, thinking about all the mean things they did. Especially the maid comments. He handed her the box gingerly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
Alex opened the box slowly, afraid of what was inside, yet excited in a way…
Alex gazed into the box and pulled out a short frilly… French maid cotume?? Alex’s mouth dropped into a perfect comical “O” and Mikey ended up almost dropping the box and pissing himself laughing. Alex’s eyes left the dress and met Mikey’s gaze.
“What the hell… Where dd you get this?” Alex asked in disbelief, curiosity beginning to take over.
“Well, its for when Frank gets drunk.” Mikey said hesitantly, wondering if he should tell the truth. Alex blinked and immidiatly wished she hadn’t asked.
“So…” Alex began. Mikey smiled at her eagerly and beckoned her to put the short thing on. “What makes you think it’ll fit me?”
“Cuz, besides me being like, a foot taller than you, we both have petite frames and a flat chest.” Mikey said as she began fingering the frills in distate.
“Oh… I see… wait, what?” Alex said. Mikey shrugged. “Flat chest?! FLAT CHEST??”
“Face it, Bob’s got more boobs than you do, honey.” Mikey said, looking anywhere but her.
Scowling, Alex began feeling up the material. “Won’t it be too long for me?” Alex asked.
“Well, when I wear it, you know, with my cute little pink thong and all, then just standing up you can alredy see my ass.” Mikey said, as if this was something to be proud of.
Alex attempted to hold back a gag.
“Ugh… and the plan?” Alex asked.
“Well, since Frank and Gee are always calling you a maid, then… slip this on… and since Gerard likes you…” Mikey’s voice trailed into a whisper and Alex soon realized the plan was pure genius.
“Brilliant! But do you think I can pull it off?” Alex asked thoughtfully.
“Girl! With those legs? Anything is possible.” Mikey said with a grin.
They then both sang out cackles and let their evil plan begin to brew.
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