Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > The Downward Spiral
I clung on for dear life. Almost literally, Gerard's hand was starting to loose
it's circulation. I didn't like new people and being forced to sit with four was
very nerve racking. Annoying when one of them tried to chat me up for about half
an hour.
"So, why did we get to meet your 'oh-so-talkative' yet oh-so-hot make-up
artist," I released Gerard's wrist I was holding under the table we were
gathered at in the Way kitchen. I wouldn't have let go, but I had all intents of
slapping the next person to try flattery.
"Bert, down boy," Barked Frank. The man next to me pouted.
"I was only saying, you know-"
"We know, you've told us already," I smiled slightly before forcing
the smile from my face.
"Well hurry up and answer my questions already, then I'd stop bugging
you!" I shook my head.
"Well, you're meeting our oh-so-hot make-up artist-" Began Gerard.
"Hey! Why do you get to say that without getting picked on!"
"Because I - we - practically live with her now and I'm not some strange
perverted bastard. For all she knows you could want-" He paused to think.
"Actually, this is you I'm on about, you probably do want in her
pants," I smiled but was unsuccessful in wiping it from my face again.
"Hey! She smiles!" Said another from across the table, Quinn.
"Do you want us to answer the questions or not!" Shouted Ray. Everyone
went silent and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. "Carry
on," Shaking his head, Gerard carried on.
"Anyway, you're meeting her because she sleeps in our tour bus so you see
us, you see her,"
"Oh, I see her," Said Bert, nodding. I looked up at Gerard.
"Am I allowed to hit your friends?" He smiled before nodding.
"Knock yourself out,"
"Oi!" Called Bert.
"I'll knock him out, not myself, thank you," I turned to Bert and lent
forward, as if to get out of my seat. He slid his chair back a few feet.
"Try this," Said Mikey, leaning his chair back and grabbing something
from the counter before chucking it at me. I looked at it.
"A water gun? Why do you have one of these?" I looked back up as Mikey
shrugged.
"We like to let him know when he's done wrong," He said, gesturing to
Bert. I grinned, turning back to face Bert.
"I'm going to enjoy this," I aimed the gun at him before moving it up
slightly. Pulling the trigger on the small plastic toy, a stream of clear water
flew in an arc before finally landing on Bert's head. I laughed as he wiped his
head, standing up.
"Ah! The hot chick got me!"
"Right, that's it!" I said, diving from my chair, re-aiming and firing
the water gun at him again. He ran screaming form the kitchen, me in hot
pursuit.
I caught a few words float over to us as I chased him past the kitchen again:
"It's nice to see they get along,"
------------------------------
After ten minutes or so, I ran out of water.
"HA, HA! No water! Your powers are gone!" I looked at the plastic toy
before I looked up at Bert. Gulping slightly, I pegged it back inside - our
chase having taken us a few streets away and back.
"Help!" I shouted as I made it back to the kitchen, glad to find
everyone still sat there. Not so happy the alcohol had been brought out, but
happy none the less.
"What's wrong?" Asked Jeph.
"I ran out of water!" I exclaimed, holding the gun up as I heard a
clatter that announced Bert re-entering the house. I looked around. I took my
chances and plonked myself on Gerard's lap, peering over his shoulder.
"Pretty boy won't save you now!" I squeaked, covering my eyes and
curling up slightly.
"Hey! I'm offended!" Said Gerard as I heard Bert skid to halt beside
him.
"No offence to you, but you are very pretty. Now, can I take the hot chick
for a moment?"
"No! Don't let the scary man take me!" My cry was muffled in Gerard's
shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Feel free," I jolted backwards, staring at him in disbelief. I didn't
even fight as Bert scooped me up from Gerard's lap or as he carted me off
towards the bathroom.
"You'll pay for that, Mr Way!" I called over his shoulder before
attempting to be free. It didn't work. "Mark my words, you will!" I
called again before the bathroom door glided closed slightly.
"Now, revenge!" I looked up at Bert.
"It wasn't my idea, it was Mikey's! He gave me the gun!"
"I don't care," Said Bert, grinning, before he dropped me at the
bottom of the shower, turning it on to cold. I tried to get away before the cold
droplets started to fall, but he stood firmly in my way.
I gasped as the cold water hit my scalp, the water sliding down my neck as the
rest of the spray started to soak my clothes.
"HA, HA! I have revenge!" called Bert, punching the air before running
off. I sat for a shocked moment before crawling out of the water. I stood,
turning the water off, before trudging back into the kitchen.
Slowly, too cold to move very fast, I stepped behind Gerard. I looked down at my
wet clothes before grabbing my hair and wringing it out on his head. He shouted
in alarm before looking up it me.
"What was that for?" I looked down at him for a moment before peeling
my now navy blue top off, leaving me in my black bra. I stood for another moment
before I started to hit him with the top, punctuating my words with a wet
'thwack', spraying nearby people with water as well.
"For-leaving-me-to-be-drenched-in-cold-water-by-the-nasty-evil-perverted-sodgonistic-bastard-you-call-a-friend-that's-what!"
I finished, rolling the top up before squeezing the rest of the water out on his
head.
"Ooh, pretty body," My eyes slid to Bert.
"Don't kill him, please," Begged Bob. "We think he's an annoying
bug that's always on a sugar high, but please - no killing him," I sniffed.
"I was thinking castration,"
"All right, let's go get you dried," Said Gerard, standing in front of
me. When it became obvious I wasn't going to leave the room, he took a hold of
my shoulders and slowly pushed me backwards.
------------------------------
"At least you get along," said Gerard as I sat on his bed. He chucked
a T-shirt at me. "Try that,"
"Get along? Give me a few more days, then I'll tell you if that's
true," I said, opening out the T-shirt. I held it up before peering around
it at Gerard.
"What?" I looked back at the T-shirt.
"Does this even fit you?" He thought a moment.
"I don't know, but we can always see," He said, grabbing at the ends
of his T-shirt.
"You and your libido," I giggled, setting the T-shirt on my bare lap -
my jeans lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. The bed moved, causing me to
lean to the left slightly, as Gerard sat down next to me. "You just want to
watch, don't you?" I asked through a now bunged nose. I saw him grin from
the corner of my eye.
"It's not like it's anything I haven't seen," I paused, grinning
slightly, before continuing peel the top off, having put it back on while Gerard
was hunting out a T-shirt for me to wear. The top was drying and was no longer
navy-blue, but was a sky blue. It was still damp, though.
The top joined the jeans before I lifted the T-shirt on my lap (an incredibly
over-sized one) and found the entrance, sliding my head and arms in before
re-appearing through the neck hole. Pulling my hair out of what the T-shirt
covered, I stood up.
It fell to about my knees and the neck fell diagonally across my chest. I
giggled as I looked down at it.
"I never knew they made Green Day T-shirts this large," Gerard stood
up, looking me up and down as I span around a few times.
"I think I could fit in that with you," I stopped my spinning to look
at him.
"No, you're not trying," He grinned, mischief written all over his
face. "Oh, no," I said, stepping back. He stepped after me and soon
caught up.
I giggled as, having been on my way up the stairs, I fell forward slightly when
my ankles were grabbed. My hands supported me as they rested on the stairs and I
felt hair tickling my back when the T-shirt was lifted.
After a lot of giggling and being told to stay still, his head was rested on my
shoulder, his chest warming my back. His arms were around my waist as he lifted
me slightly so he could get up the stairs.
"I thought I'd fit," He whispered in my ear. I smiled as he set me
down on the floor.
"Right, left foot,"
"Well which one, right or left?" I rolled my eyes.
"Left,"
"Okay," We both moved our left foot forward.
"Right. Left, right, left, right, left, right,"
------------------------------
If I'd had a camera, I'd have taken a shot of everyone's faces when we
re-appeared in the kitchen, Gerard helping me to sit on his lap as he sat down.
"What?" I asked the eight staring at us. They all shook their head
before going back to conversation.
"Oh, we got a call," Said Mikey, nodding at his mobile on the table.
"We've got the go ahead on a video shoot for The Ghost of You," I
looked from Mikey to Gerard.
"Do I always get told these things last?" I asked, annoyed slightly.
He didn't answer. I sighed and shook my head, looking back to Mikey.
"When do we start planning?" Gerard asked, noticeably tensing now he
believed himself to be in trouble, his fingers fidgeting nervously with the
string of my thong.
"As soon as we like, so I said we'd shoot round Friday, y'know, give us
some time to get ideas," Gerard nodded before leaning back in the seat. I
yelped as the neck of the T-shirt pulled on my neck forcing me back with him.
I rolled my eyes.
it's circulation. I didn't like new people and being forced to sit with four was
very nerve racking. Annoying when one of them tried to chat me up for about half
an hour.
"So, why did we get to meet your 'oh-so-talkative' yet oh-so-hot make-up
artist," I released Gerard's wrist I was holding under the table we were
gathered at in the Way kitchen. I wouldn't have let go, but I had all intents of
slapping the next person to try flattery.
"Bert, down boy," Barked Frank. The man next to me pouted.
"I was only saying, you know-"
"We know, you've told us already," I smiled slightly before forcing
the smile from my face.
"Well hurry up and answer my questions already, then I'd stop bugging
you!" I shook my head.
"Well, you're meeting our oh-so-hot make-up artist-" Began Gerard.
"Hey! Why do you get to say that without getting picked on!"
"Because I - we - practically live with her now and I'm not some strange
perverted bastard. For all she knows you could want-" He paused to think.
"Actually, this is you I'm on about, you probably do want in her
pants," I smiled but was unsuccessful in wiping it from my face again.
"Hey! She smiles!" Said another from across the table, Quinn.
"Do you want us to answer the questions or not!" Shouted Ray. Everyone
went silent and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. "Carry
on," Shaking his head, Gerard carried on.
"Anyway, you're meeting her because she sleeps in our tour bus so you see
us, you see her,"
"Oh, I see her," Said Bert, nodding. I looked up at Gerard.
"Am I allowed to hit your friends?" He smiled before nodding.
"Knock yourself out,"
"Oi!" Called Bert.
"I'll knock him out, not myself, thank you," I turned to Bert and lent
forward, as if to get out of my seat. He slid his chair back a few feet.
"Try this," Said Mikey, leaning his chair back and grabbing something
from the counter before chucking it at me. I looked at it.
"A water gun? Why do you have one of these?" I looked back up as Mikey
shrugged.
"We like to let him know when he's done wrong," He said, gesturing to
Bert. I grinned, turning back to face Bert.
"I'm going to enjoy this," I aimed the gun at him before moving it up
slightly. Pulling the trigger on the small plastic toy, a stream of clear water
flew in an arc before finally landing on Bert's head. I laughed as he wiped his
head, standing up.
"Ah! The hot chick got me!"
"Right, that's it!" I said, diving from my chair, re-aiming and firing
the water gun at him again. He ran screaming form the kitchen, me in hot
pursuit.
I caught a few words float over to us as I chased him past the kitchen again:
"It's nice to see they get along,"
------------------------------
After ten minutes or so, I ran out of water.
"HA, HA! No water! Your powers are gone!" I looked at the plastic toy
before I looked up at Bert. Gulping slightly, I pegged it back inside - our
chase having taken us a few streets away and back.
"Help!" I shouted as I made it back to the kitchen, glad to find
everyone still sat there. Not so happy the alcohol had been brought out, but
happy none the less.
"What's wrong?" Asked Jeph.
"I ran out of water!" I exclaimed, holding the gun up as I heard a
clatter that announced Bert re-entering the house. I looked around. I took my
chances and plonked myself on Gerard's lap, peering over his shoulder.
"Pretty boy won't save you now!" I squeaked, covering my eyes and
curling up slightly.
"Hey! I'm offended!" Said Gerard as I heard Bert skid to halt beside
him.
"No offence to you, but you are very pretty. Now, can I take the hot chick
for a moment?"
"No! Don't let the scary man take me!" My cry was muffled in Gerard's
shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Feel free," I jolted backwards, staring at him in disbelief. I didn't
even fight as Bert scooped me up from Gerard's lap or as he carted me off
towards the bathroom.
"You'll pay for that, Mr Way!" I called over his shoulder before
attempting to be free. It didn't work. "Mark my words, you will!" I
called again before the bathroom door glided closed slightly.
"Now, revenge!" I looked up at Bert.
"It wasn't my idea, it was Mikey's! He gave me the gun!"
"I don't care," Said Bert, grinning, before he dropped me at the
bottom of the shower, turning it on to cold. I tried to get away before the cold
droplets started to fall, but he stood firmly in my way.
I gasped as the cold water hit my scalp, the water sliding down my neck as the
rest of the spray started to soak my clothes.
"HA, HA! I have revenge!" called Bert, punching the air before running
off. I sat for a shocked moment before crawling out of the water. I stood,
turning the water off, before trudging back into the kitchen.
Slowly, too cold to move very fast, I stepped behind Gerard. I looked down at my
wet clothes before grabbing my hair and wringing it out on his head. He shouted
in alarm before looking up it me.
"What was that for?" I looked down at him for a moment before peeling
my now navy blue top off, leaving me in my black bra. I stood for another moment
before I started to hit him with the top, punctuating my words with a wet
'thwack', spraying nearby people with water as well.
"For-leaving-me-to-be-drenched-in-cold-water-by-the-nasty-evil-perverted-sodgonistic-bastard-you-call-a-friend-that's-what!"
I finished, rolling the top up before squeezing the rest of the water out on his
head.
"Ooh, pretty body," My eyes slid to Bert.
"Don't kill him, please," Begged Bob. "We think he's an annoying
bug that's always on a sugar high, but please - no killing him," I sniffed.
"I was thinking castration,"
"All right, let's go get you dried," Said Gerard, standing in front of
me. When it became obvious I wasn't going to leave the room, he took a hold of
my shoulders and slowly pushed me backwards.
------------------------------
"At least you get along," said Gerard as I sat on his bed. He chucked
a T-shirt at me. "Try that,"
"Get along? Give me a few more days, then I'll tell you if that's
true," I said, opening out the T-shirt. I held it up before peering around
it at Gerard.
"What?" I looked back at the T-shirt.
"Does this even fit you?" He thought a moment.
"I don't know, but we can always see," He said, grabbing at the ends
of his T-shirt.
"You and your libido," I giggled, setting the T-shirt on my bare lap -
my jeans lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. The bed moved, causing me to
lean to the left slightly, as Gerard sat down next to me. "You just want to
watch, don't you?" I asked through a now bunged nose. I saw him grin from
the corner of my eye.
"It's not like it's anything I haven't seen," I paused, grinning
slightly, before continuing peel the top off, having put it back on while Gerard
was hunting out a T-shirt for me to wear. The top was drying and was no longer
navy-blue, but was a sky blue. It was still damp, though.
The top joined the jeans before I lifted the T-shirt on my lap (an incredibly
over-sized one) and found the entrance, sliding my head and arms in before
re-appearing through the neck hole. Pulling my hair out of what the T-shirt
covered, I stood up.
It fell to about my knees and the neck fell diagonally across my chest. I
giggled as I looked down at it.
"I never knew they made Green Day T-shirts this large," Gerard stood
up, looking me up and down as I span around a few times.
"I think I could fit in that with you," I stopped my spinning to look
at him.
"No, you're not trying," He grinned, mischief written all over his
face. "Oh, no," I said, stepping back. He stepped after me and soon
caught up.
I giggled as, having been on my way up the stairs, I fell forward slightly when
my ankles were grabbed. My hands supported me as they rested on the stairs and I
felt hair tickling my back when the T-shirt was lifted.
After a lot of giggling and being told to stay still, his head was rested on my
shoulder, his chest warming my back. His arms were around my waist as he lifted
me slightly so he could get up the stairs.
"I thought I'd fit," He whispered in my ear. I smiled as he set me
down on the floor.
"Right, left foot,"
"Well which one, right or left?" I rolled my eyes.
"Left,"
"Okay," We both moved our left foot forward.
"Right. Left, right, left, right, left, right,"
------------------------------
If I'd had a camera, I'd have taken a shot of everyone's faces when we
re-appeared in the kitchen, Gerard helping me to sit on his lap as he sat down.
"What?" I asked the eight staring at us. They all shook their head
before going back to conversation.
"Oh, we got a call," Said Mikey, nodding at his mobile on the table.
"We've got the go ahead on a video shoot for The Ghost of You," I
looked from Mikey to Gerard.
"Do I always get told these things last?" I asked, annoyed slightly.
He didn't answer. I sighed and shook my head, looking back to Mikey.
"When do we start planning?" Gerard asked, noticeably tensing now he
believed himself to be in trouble, his fingers fidgeting nervously with the
string of my thong.
"As soon as we like, so I said we'd shoot round Friday, y'know, give us
some time to get ideas," Gerard nodded before leaning back in the seat. I
yelped as the neck of the T-shirt pulled on my neck forcing me back with him.
I rolled my eyes.
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