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 Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 4:54 pm
vampiremistress1290 Hardcore Mosher Stephy_AKA_Bunny Hardcore Mosher vampiremistress1290 Hardcore Mosher Eww. Eww. Eww. HSM germs!
Don't worry. I gave myself and extra dosage of MCR after the show.I think I'd have to douse myself in holy water and listen to MSI and MCR and a whole bunch of others. -is late on this- Ewwwww and haha. I so would too. But I actually want to see the new Camp Rock show. I love Joe =] I actually think that movie looks pretty stupid, but who knows? Maybe it'll be better. I should give it a chance.
my friends are JB teenies. I can live with that.Hell yeah I am. I love Kevin and Joe, not Nick though. Edit! OMG NEXT PAGE, UPDATE NOOOOWWW!
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 6:25 pm
Alright, I'm almost finished with it. Just to warn y'all, there's a lot of dialogue in this chapter. (:
And my friends are in love with Nick Jonas, though I don't see why. They're all debating on which of them will carry his babies. ._.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 6:43 pm
Hardcore Mosher Alright, I'm almost finished with it. Just to warn y'all, there's a lot of dialogue in this chapter. (:
And my friends are in love with Nick Jonas, though I don't see why. They're all debating on which of them will carry his babies. ._.
mine are debating on who's boyfriend is whos.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 6:50 pm
vampiremistress1290 Hardcore Mosher Alright, I'm almost finished with it. Just to warn y'all, there's a lot of dialogue in this chapter. (:
And my friends are in love with Nick Jonas, though I don't see why. They're all debating on which of them will carry his babies. ._.
mine are debating on who's boyfriend is whos.Sounds like our friends are very similar when it comes to their fangirlisms.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 6:51 pm
Okay, I'm finally done with the chapter, so now I just have to edit it and then I can post it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 6:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 6:57 pm
Chapter 6 // Come
Jimmy helped Clary up after they both decided they wanted to return inside. When her hand was placed in his, she felt a spark – well, not so much a spark as a jolt of electricity dancing up her spine. But she ignored it; after all, it’s probably just because she was in such proximity with one of her favorite singers… right? Either way, she didn’t have time to dwell because the second she re-entered the tour bus, there was Gerard and Ray offering to take her and Morgue on tour.
“Whoa, back up a second here,” she told them both after they continuously tried to talk over the other, their voices rising after each attempt. “I can come on tour with you guys?”
“Well, yeah,” Ray replied nonchalantly, if not a little nervous. “After all, you are my daughter and I ought to get to know you, right? Besides, do you not want to come on tour?”
“Well –” Clary began but was fiercely interrupted by Morgue who was ready to kill.
“Clary if you say no, I will hurt you. I will throw a chair at you like I did six years ago. Believe me; I don’t care if I put another hole in your wall!” Immediately all the guys and Lyn-Z started laughing, although the pair of adolescents could not understand why.
“What’s so funny?” Clary asked them, expecting an answer from at least one of them. When they all just kept laughing, she looked at Clary and they both unconsciously put their hands on their hips and shot them simultaneous death glares.
“Well – whoa, why are you two doing that?”
“What?” they asked concurrently.
“The two of you are standing exactly the same way! And you spoke at exactly the same time!” Frank told them.
“What can we say? We’re like sisters,” they said, once more in synchronization.
“Whoa,” Ray said.
“Creepy.” That was Bob.
“Cool!” Jimmy and Lyn-Z high fived each other. Everyone turned to them. “What?”
“Can someone please answer our question?” Morgue and Clary were actually starting to get annoyed with speaking together.
“Oh, well Morgue, why did you throw a chair at her?” Gerard asked.
She shrugged. “She slapped me with a ruler.” They went bug-eyed and got ready to laugh again.
“Only because someone stole my chair!” Clary explained, slapping her playfully on the arm.
“You mean the same chair you fell in between the legs of during Hurricane Wilma? The result of which was you not being able to sit down comfortably for our two-week Hurricane vacation?” All of the guys began laughing once more.
“What can I say? I’m a natural-born klutz.”
“A walking catastrophe,” Morgue added.
“Thank you for the vote of confidence. Never before have I had such a good friend,” Clary said sardonically.
“Well you know what they say, ‘a good friend will point out your flaws; a best friend will point them out then laugh in your face.’”
“Who said that?”
“Me.”
“Right,” she said, emphasizing every syllable.
“So anyways, back to the question from before we were sidetracked, would you both like to come on tour with us?” Ray asked.
“Well, what I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted is yes; I would very much like to come on tour. And I think Morgue’s previous response was answer enough.”
“So we just need to go get your stuff, right?” Bob asked.
“Yessiree Bob – no pun intended.” Jimmy, Gerard, and Frank let out small chuckles and everyone had an amused smile on their face.
“Well come on then, let’s go!” Gerard said, running like an idiot out to his car.
“Do you think he knows that he looks like a retard?”
“Not sure,” Clary replied.
“Well, let’s get going,” Bob said, grabbing the keys that Gerard so conveniently forgot, and Frank skipping behind him. Why? Nobody knew. Mikey followed behind him, mimicking his actions spasmodically. Why? Nobody knew that one either.
“Can we trust him to drive?” Clary asked.
“We rarely do,” was Ray’s response. “Jimmy, Lyn-Z, you all want to come?”
“Can we all fit?” Lyn-Z asked while Jimmy went to go get Kitty and Steve. “Thanks for waiting for an answer,” she mumbled sarcastically even though Jimmy was out of hearing range.
“Well, Jimmy’s got a skinny a**, you’re skinny –”
“At least he didn’t say anything about her a**,” Morgue whispered to Clary.
“And you two need to eat some cake. So I think we’re good.”
“Where did cake come into the equation?” she asked.
“When I noticed you both need to gain some weight!”
Just then Jimmy showed up with Kitty and Steve in tow. “What did we miss?” Kitty asked, seeing Clary and Morgue standing comfortably in the presence of Lyn-Z and Ray.
“Nothing much. We played a show, met some fans, and found out that I had a daughter.”
“She’s you daughter!?” Steve asked. He looked Clary over, figuring she was the illegitimate child. “Looks just like you!”
“You know, I think I’m going to keep score of how many people say that.” She then paused momentarily. “Wait a tic… YOU’RE KITTY!” she pounced on the drummer, sending the two toppling to the ground.
“Whoa, I like her; she’s energetic!” Kitty said, hugging her.
“And you’re Stevie Wonder!” she said, repeating the action for Steve, Righ?.
“Uh, no I’m not.”
“Oh wait, forgot to mention. We have nicknames for a lot of people. We call you Stevie Wonder, or just Stevie-pie.”
“Wow, it’s like we have another Jimmy!”
“Hey, no one is like me!” Jimmy mock-defended himself.
“Well, it seems you now have competition! What’s your name anyway?” Kitty asked.
“Clary is what everyone calls me, but my name is actually Clarissa.” Immediately all of Mindless Self Indulgence began to laugh incessantly. She still didn’t get it, until – after more than seven years since the release of their second album, ‘Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely’ – she finally comprehended that they had a song called ‘Clarissa’ on said album. The time it took her for realization to dawn on her really did make her feel pathetic.
“I don’t get it,” Morgue told the group of laughing band members, until it clicked for her as well. “Oh!” she overemphasized as Clary did previously. “Now I get it!”
“Don’t worry Morgue; took me seven years too,” Clary comforted, letting her know she wasn’t the only one.
“What did I miss?” Ray asked, walking in and seeing MSI on the currently shaking ground, obviously from their laughing, and Morgue and Clary looking at each other idiotically.
“Seven years of the pair of us being slow,” Clary informed him.
“What?”
“Ray, it took them seven years to realize we wrote a song called Clarissa, her first name,” Lyn-Z clarified.
“Wow, even I know that.”
“Well you’ve toured with them twice, if not more, and been forced to listen to their shows every night for the last couple months, not saying that would and will be a bad thing. You all have the advantage!”
“We can’t help that you’re slow,” Jimmy told the pair. They stuck their tongues out at him, and Jimmy followed, mocking them, as did Steve and the rest of them. And yes, they all realized just how mature they were being right now.
“Well anyways, Gerard’s getting antsy and if we keep Mikey waiting anymore, he’s bound to stick something he’s not supposed to in the cell phone jack,” Ray explained.
“Well, the last thing we need is an incapacitated Mikey Way. So let’s get going!” Lyn-Z bounced onward, Kitty and – not quite surprisingly – Jimmy flouncing as well. Morgue and Clary joined in the fun, as did Steve on the end. Ray shook his head and walked on behind them and led them to the car.
When we got there, we realized there may not be as much room as we thought before. “Now how are we gonna do this?” Ray asked no one in particular.
“I’ve got an idea!” Jimmy exclaimed, clapping his hands wildly.
“You? Have an idea? This I have to hear,” Lyn-Z said sarcastically, leaning on the hood of the car.
“Well, you could sit on Gerard’s lap," Lyn-Z blushed in the moonlight but made no protest, “Morgue will sit on Frankie’s lap,” more blushing, this time from Morgan and still no one had any cause for argument, Mikey will sit on Bobbert’s lap –"
“That’s right; give fangirls more ammo.”
“I’m confused,” Kitty said.
“Me too,” Steve agreed.
“Some people are starting to come up with the weird idea that Mikey and Bob are together, even though he’s married. Then again, they’re fangirls, so what can we expect? They’ve called their theory Bikey.”
Ray, Jimmy and the bands sputtered out laughing, the occupants of the car looking at us oddly. “Well, he’s skinny, and it works. And for the record, that is a kind of f**ked up idea. Ray will drive, Kitty sits on Steve’s lap, and Clary sits on mine.” He said looking proud of himself.
“Wow; that was a long plan.”
“We could get arrested, you know,” Morgue pointed out.
Jimmy shrugged. “Eh, I’ve been arrested before. I think the only bad part was that I was in there for a week with a skirt on.” Even more laughter and the people sitting in the car they were all leaning against twere beginning to make faces. "Anyways, any problems? No? Let’s get driving!”
We got into the car, and sat in our appointed places, some of the members letting out sighs and mumbling barely coherent statements of relief. “So where do you live?” asked Ray.
“My mom lives by Fort Lauderdale, in Sunrise. Serious, you can’t miss it.”
“Gotcha.”
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 7:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 7:37 pm
more power to the fangirls!!!
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 10:41 am
Silly fangirls, Mikeys are for Alicias!
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 5:00 pm
Hardcore Mosher Silly fangirls, Mikeys are for Alicias!
Silly Mikey/forks, Toasters are for toast!
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:59 am
vampiremistress1290 Hardcore Mosher Silly fangirls, Mikeys are for Alicias!
Silly Mikey/forks, Toasters are for toast!Or bagels or toaster streudels. Whatever floats your boat.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 11:33 am
Hardcore Mosher vampiremistress1290 Hardcore Mosher Silly fangirls, Mikeys are for Alicias!
Silly Mikey/forks, Toasters are for toast!Or bagels or toaster streudels. Whatever floats your boat.
ha-ha poptarts
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 12:27 pm
Your clothes, you would think, would always be clean when you live in a launromat.Lol. I liked that chapter. (: Jimmy makes me laugh.
Speaking of MSI, my friend, Bernie, and I, anytime we're hanging out, we listen to "Shut Me Up" and sing to it. It's probably the best thing ever. But, no. Broke that rule, too. I lived in a laundromat for six months, and maybe washed my clothes twice.
- Jimmy Sullivan
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 2:16 pm
I liked this chapter too. It was probably the most fun to write. Oh, and for the record, the 'Clarissa' thing, the chair incidents {the hurricane one and the throwing it into the wall during a 'playful' fight}, the speaking at the same time as the Morgan in my life, Morgue's quote, and Jimmy's arrest are real events.
I absolutely love Pop-Tarts. They come in all different flavors, so you can be like, "I don't want something fruity, give me some chocolate or smores".
I love Jimmy. Not in an overly fangirlish "Jimmy I'm gonna have your babies even though you're married and more than twice my age" kinda way, but still, he's super cool.
Shut Me Up is a really good song. It's the very first song I heard from them last year before Projekt Revolution. The video {both versions, though they're not much different} are funny. You should watch them and listen to some more of their songs.
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