Chapter 4 // Daughter
“Talking about me Mr. Way?” Clary asked him after a lengthy silence had instilled. He blushed in embarrassment and she took notice of how adorable that looked on him. She wasn’t interested in the man who was nearly twice her senior; but he was still cute to look at. The flush that crept into his cheeks gave him an age of innocence, something you almost never saw on stage.
“Erm…” he tried to think of a plausible explanation as to why he would’ve noticed her and then talked about her to his band, but came up blank.
“Yes, he was; he said you resembled out good ole guitarist here –” Bob gave Ray a slap on the back, “– and now after seeing you, I agree.”
“Ha! See, I told you I wasn’t the only one who saw it!” Morgan boasted. “You’d think the two of you are siblings or something.”
“Yeah, something like that,” Ray mumbled.
“Something wrong Mr. Toro?” Morgan asked him, a playful, albeit concerned lilt in her voice. “You look ghostly pale.”
“Y-yeah; I’m fine. But um… Clary was it? What was your last name?”
“My last name? O’Halloran. My mum is Evelyn O’Halloran. Why?”
“No reason, just… just curious. So, um, how did you two end up in here?”
“Well, Gerard and Frankie, the most coordinated people on Earth,” she explained sarcastically, “crashed into us while we were walking. They just felt so bad for us that they invited us here. Yet, they never bought us replacement snow cones,” Morgan pointed out.
“Yeah, buy us some snow cones! Blueberry!” Clary said excitedly.
“But ours were cherry.”
“So? Blueberry! Blueberry!” she chanted.
“Well, what do you know,” Mikey said, “someone more hyper than Frankie!”
It was only then that everyone realized that Frankie wasn’t talking. They all looked toward him where he was still standing by the door. He was staring fixedly at Morgan, who still hadn’t really registered what everyone was staring at. She looked over to the short rhythm guitarist and blushed profusely, noticing his greenish-hazel eyes giving her a once-over. Wasn’t he supposed to be engaged?
“Uh Frank?” Ray asked, taking a cautious step toward him. “Frank?” Another tentative step. “Frank!?” More urgency. He was directly in front of him, waving his hands distractedly in front of him. It was only then that he realized he was being spoken to, and looked over to where they were all staring at him oddly, eyebrows raised and furrowed in confusion.
“Sorry,” he murmured, avoiding eye contact with everyone, most especially Morgue. She looked at him for a moment, before shrugging her shoulders and turning away towards everyone else, who were all looking at them both curiously.
“What is with this bus that makes everyone want to stare at us?”
“You’re very interesting to watch, especially you Clary. You have very amusing body language,” Gerard told her bluntly.
“Since when do I have amusing body language?” she asked, slightly offended and extremely baffled. She rarely used any and gestures or anything, so how could it be amusing?
“Since always Clary; especially when you spaz.”
“I do not spaz!” she was getting defensive to a certain extent, but knew this otherwise to be true. Otherwise, though, she was usually tensed and stiff, not moving at all.
“Yes you do; in fact, you spazzed the minute Lyn-Z came into the audience and brought you on stage!”
“Well that’s different! I mean, seriously! Jimmy autographed my shirt, and I got to sing with him! Wouldn’t you have spazzed?”
“No Clary, I would not have spazzed. I do not have random seizures. After all, you’re the only one out of the two of us who has actually seen the ‘Shut me Up’ video.” They had to laugh at that. {A/N: In case none of you are aware, in the beginning of the original Shut Me Up video [performed by Mindless Self Indulgence] there is a message/warning that says: “MSI Warning: Mindless Self Indulgence has been known to cause spasmodic fits of madness in random store clerks, resulting in eventual spontaneous combustion. Please enjoy.”}
“Wait, you were the one who was up there? Nice,” Frank high-fived her. “I’m sure Gerard is jealous.”
“Shut up Frank,” he warned him.
“Why would he be jealous?”
“Frank, don’t e –” Morgan clamped her pale hand over his mouth, eager to hear the juicy gossip of life beyond the show.
“Well, every time Lyn-Z is anywhere in sight,” Mikey began, “he gets all jittery and self-conscious. He acts like a ******** school girl.”
Gerard mumbled something threateningly from behind her hand, something that sounded remarkably like a ‘******** you’.
“He’s head-over-heels in love with her.”
“Ah, Gee-spasm, do you want to bear her children?” Everyone in the tour bus had a good laugh at that one.
“Why do you call him Gee-spasm?” Bob asked, once his laughter subsided.
“Me and Morgue were watching the Teenagers video on YouTube once it came out, and the minute he spazzed, I just blurted out, ‘Gee-spasm!’ So, that’s where Gee-spasm came from. Sorry Gerard, but we have much fun at your expense,” Clary told him, feigning sweetness.
“Oh goodie,” he said the second Morgan had removed her hand from his lips.
“Wow Ray; you’ve been awfully quiet. Something wrong? Ray?” Frank asked. He looked to be reminiscing or calculating something, or both. Finally, he stood up and faced Clary. She took into account how suddenly overwhelmed he looked.
“What’s wrong Ray? You’re ghostly pale.”
“You’re…” he nervously gulped. “You’re… you’re my d…”
“What am I?” she asked confusedly.
“My daughter.”
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