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For anyone who doesn't know who each one of them are here is the run down. In My chemical romance Gerard is the singer, Frank is the rythem guitarist, Ray is th guitarist with the big hair (i just had to say that xD), Mikey is the bassist or Gerards brother, and Bob is the drummer. This story happened when me and my sister were watching a video request channel and famous last words and sexy back were up against each other and a strange thought came up in my head please enjoy this random piece of work.
(sorry for any spelling mistakes spell check hates me)
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"Okay, okay I've got a joke." Gerard said jumping up and down on the end of the large couch, which he shared with his band mate brother, Mikey and his band mate, Frankie. The three of them we're bored, and were watching an all request music channel on the television while they waited for Bob and Ray to arrive with a large pizza.
They had sent Mikey before but due to some complications, Mikey did not suffice, and Bob and Ray had to go in his stead.
"Who wants to go get the pizza?" Gerard said, slouching in his seat.
"Oh, I'll go" Mickey said, slowly putting up his hand. Everyone turned and stared at him.
"Are you sure Mickey, can you do it?" Gerard said, glancing at Frankie who sat beside him texting on his cell, obviously voting for whatever song he wished to see next. Frankie glanced up and shrugged for an answer. Bob and Ray just continued to stare.
"Yeah, I'm cool Gerard. I can do it no problem. Large pizza, Pepperoni or something…" Mikey said, standing and retrieving his jacket. "I'll be back in like no time" Gerard shrugged and slouched some more, placing his feet up on the coffee table he waved to Mikey who was walking out the front door.
"Don't forget your phone"
"Yeah, I got it, I'll call and let you know how it's going"
A whole half hour went by and there was no call from Mikey. The four were still watching the music channel and not once in that whole 30 minutes did one of their songs get voted to play.
"This is such bull, we've seen Akon like 5 times already and not once have one of our songs even glimpsed the voting spot." Frankie said, sending another text, and wasting another 75 cents.
"Yeah I know, man I'm starving. Where's Mikey and that damn pizza?" Ray said looking at the door; as if he stared at it for a while Mikey would come through it with his simmering hot slice of, mouth-watering goodness.
"You alright there Ray?" Bob said, nudging him in the back.
"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just freaking starving." Ray said kicking the coffee table out of Gerard's reach. Gerard's feet slammed the ground, pulling him out of a weird daze.
"Woah, Ray calm down, he probably just… shit I don't know." Gerard said pulling himself up and scratching his head.
Meanwhile…
Mickey had reached his destination. He stood just inside the door of the pizza place, staring up at the many choices of pizza he waited for the line to distinguish. As the guy at the counter finished serving his last customer he looked up at the kid in front of him. Mickey stared back down at him, and then up at the choices again. This went on for about 20 minutes.
"Uh, kid you gunna order?" The guy at the counter asked him. Mickey just stood there, staring. He couldn't do it,
"I ca- I can – I, I"
"You can, you can't what kid, hurry up I ain't got all day you know" Mikey placed his hand in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Flipping it open he punched on speed dials, it didn't matter which one he picked because he would of got the same result. He placed the phone slowly beside his ear and waited, listening to the phone ring.
'Ring, Ring' 'Ring, Ring'
"Hey what's that?" Gerard asked to no one in particular. Frankie glanced to his left, while Ray and Bob ignored him.
"It's your phone" Frankie said. Gerard sat up and took his phone out from his pant pocket.
"Hey, it's Mikey." Bob and Ray perked up, and leaned in listening now. Gerard flipped open the phone and placed it to his ear. "Hey Mikey, where are you and the Pizza at?"
Bob and Ray leaned in more. "What? You can't do it?" Ray and Bob through there hands up in the air, and leaned back sighing in agony. "Alright, no problem you come on home, and Bob and Ray'll do it."
"What!" Ray and Bob said jumping up out of their seats in unison. Gerard ignored them, said his goodbyes to Mickey, and then hung up his phone.
"Okay what is it?" Frank said placing his phone on the coffee table, and turning to Gerard.
"Okay, so knock, knock"
"Who's there?" Frankie said, crossing his legs on the couch and leaning in.
"Peanut"
"Peanut who?" He leaned in closer.
"Peanut Butter" Gerard said raising his eyebrows, with a huge goofy smile across his face he nodded his head up and down, and glanced at Mikey, who didn't get it. Frankie burst out laughing, as did Gerard when Bob and Ray slammed there way through the door.
"Hey what's so funny?" Ray asked, dropping the huge pizza onto the table, and knocking Frankie's phone to the floor.
"Peanut Butter!" Gerard said again, as Frankie grabbed his stomach in the pain of laughing so hard.
"Whatever" Ray said sitting down in his chair and grabbing a slice of pizza. Bob sat down on the floor and grabbed his own slice, as did Mikey. Gerard and Frankie settled down enough to grab their own slices of pizza, and all five of them turned towards the television.
"Hey, it's us, it's us." Frankie said dropping his pizza to the floor, while he jumped up from the couch he pointed to the screen, and turned to look at everyone. "Come on guys we got to vote, we're running against that bloody Akon guy and Justin Timberlake."
"Really?" Gerard said shoving the rest of his pizza into his mouth and pulling out his cell phone he began to text his vote. Frankie dove under the table looking for his cell phone, which Ray had knocked over just recently before. Ray, Bob and Mikey shrugged at one another and pulled out there cells as well.
"We're winning, we're winning." Frankie said jumping up and down from one foot to the other. Gerard looked up and saw that Timberlake's 'Sexy Back' was falling short by about 3 %. He sent in his second vote.
"We're losing, we're losing. It's that Timberlake guy!" Frankie said, grabbing the T.V. in both hands and shaking it a bit. Gerard looked up nervously and placed another vote. "He's killing us." Frankie turned his head and looked at the rest of the band, "Aren't you guys voting?" Ray, Bob and Mikey nodded, a little scared. Frankie turned to Gerard and noticed he was still texting away. "Hey, HEY! What are you doing?" Frankie said jumping up over the table and landing in front of Gerard. Gerard pulled his phone out of Frankie's reach. Frankie pounced on him, grabbing for the phone.
"Nothing, I'm voting. I'm voting." Gerard said keeping the phone out Frankie's reach, and shoving his hand in Frankie's face. Frankie reached out for the pizza and tossed it at Gerard with the protest of Ray and Bob. They we're still eating it. Gerard dropped his phone as he protected his face. Frankie pounced on it, and raised it up in the air with triumph. He pulled it in and stared at the screen, the glared up in shock.
"You we're voting for Timberlake? How dare you!" Frank said standing up and attempting to glare down at him as he pointed at him in frustration. Cowering in the corner of the couch, in a pile of tossed pizza, Gerard looked up at Frankie with his hands over his head.
"I'm bringing sexy back!" Gerard said with innocence, as he sat up tossing his hands up in the air, and shrugged.
"Bring my Pizza back Bitch!" Ray said kicking the table, and stomping out of the room.
"Woah Ray, issues!" Gerard said, turning to the T.V. As he leaned forward Sexy Back began to play. "Yes! I'm bringing sexy back" Gerard began to sing along, and bobbed his head from side to side with the music. Frankie fell onto the couch beside Gerard in defeat and thought to himself, that they never should of got him that damn CD. |
My MCR fanfic: Bringing Sexy Back