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“Daaaaad!!!”
“What?!?”
“Make Frank shut up!!!”
“FRANK, SHUT UP!!”
“NO THANKS!!!! I’M ON A SUGAR HIGH!!!”
“Oh god…” I muttered. “If you’re not gonna shut up, at least give me some Skittles!”
“Fine,” he said as I grabbed a huge handful of Skittles from his jumbo bag and popped them about five at a time into my mouth.
“Soooo… what’s going on in the life of Annabelle Marie Way?”
“Frank, you’ve asked me that 11 times today.”
“Yes… but you’ve never answered me!”
“Frank! We live in the same effing bus!”
“You say ‘effing’ a lot…”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“I don’t know, it’s just a thing, I guess…”
“That sounded wrong…”
“Oh, you are so immature.”
“And your not?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Nope, I am a mature and responsible adult.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“Whaaat?!”
“You? Mature?! HA! And I’m President of the United States!”
“Oh come on, I’m not THAT immature!”
“Yeah huh!”
“Nuh uh!”
“Yeah huh!”
“Nuh uh!”
"Yeah huh!"
“Nuh uh!!”
"Yeah huh!! I bet if you asked everyone on this bus, no, everyone on this whole freakin’ tour! They would aall say that your immature because it’s true!”
“No way!”
“Yes way!”
“We’ll see about that!” And he ran off, probably to find someone to ask if he was immature or not.
"Daaad!!" I yelled, walking to the couch where Gerard was watching T.V.
“Whaat?” he said, imitating my tone.
“Do you think that Frank is immature?”
“Yes.”
“Hey!!” we heard Frank yell from Ray’s room.
“Ha ha!!” I yelled back.
“What’re you two doing…?” Dad asked me.
“Well, Frank said that I was immature, and I said that he was immature, but then he said that he wasn’t, and I said that if he asked everyone on Projekt Rev., they would all say that he’s immature, so now we’re asking everyone if they think that Frank’s immature,” I panted, all in one breath.
“Okay, well good luck with that!”
“Thankies Daddy!” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and went off to find Mikey.
“Uncle Mikey!!!” I shouted, running to Mikey’s room where he was on his laptop.
“Yes Annabelle?”
“Do you think that Frank is immature?”
“Yes.”
“Score!!” I yelled loud enough so that wherever Frank was, he would be able to
hear me.
“Why?” Mikey asked. Then I got into that whole story about the argument that Frank and I had.
“Okay, good luck with that!” Wow, they really are brothers!
“Thankies Uncle Mikey!” I said, purposely repeating myself. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, too, and went off to find Bob.
*A few hours later*
“Ha ha, I win!!”
“No fair!!” Frank whined, crossing his arms over his chest like a little five year old.
“You know, fighting over this with a ten year old doesn’t really help your argument,” Ray pointed out.
“Shut up Poofy Head!” Frank pouted.
“I will not respond to that name.”
“You just did.” Ray thought for a moment.
“Damnit!!”
“Plus, whoever said that it was a bad thing that you’re immature?” I asked Frank.
“Good point… damn, now I’ve just spent like, three hours calling everybody for nothing!”
“Awww, it’s okay Frankie,” I said, getting up from my comfortable spot on Gee’s lap and went to sit on Frank, giving him a hug.
“Thanks kido,” he laughed, ruffling my hair.
“Daddy, can I dye my hair black?” I asked.
“No,” he replied instantly.
“Aw, pwease Daddy? You do ALL the time!” I pleaded, pulling of the best puppy dogface that I could.
“No, no, I’m not falling for that again,” he said, looking away from me. I walked back over to him and crawled onto his lap so that he couldn’t ignore me.
“Pwease Daddy?” I repeated, quivering my bottom lip. He looked uneasy, but I could tell that he was about to give in any minute now.
“Ugh, fine, but just this once!” Hehe, he says that now.
“Yay, thank you Daddy!!” I shouted, engulfing him in a huge bear hug.
“Gerard, you give in too easily!” Mikey laughed.
“Hey, let’s see you try to resist the face!”
“Sorry to rain on your Black Parade, but doesn’t your set start in… 25 minutes?” I asked looking at Gerard’s watch.
“Oh s**t she’s right! We’ve gotta get ready!” All the guys got up and went to get ready for their first Projekt Revolution show.
“Sorry to rain on your Black Parade?” Bob asked before leaving.
“Hehe, I know, aren’t I special?!” He rolled his eyes and went to join the guys.
*2 minutes before the MCR set*
“Good luck Daddy!” I said, patting him on the back.
“Thanks Bella,” he said, giving me a hug. We heard everyone in the crowd chanting, “MCR! MCR!”
“Well, I guess we should go on now,” Bob said.
“Stage, away!!!!” Frank said and ran on stage with his shiny, black guitar. The rest of the guys followed and the screams from the crowd got evidently louder. They immediately jumped into This Is How I Disappear and the crowd went wild. Gerard wouldn’t let me be in the mosh pit, no matter how much I begged, so I just watched from backstage with Aunt Alicia and my soon-to-be Aunt Jamia.
“Aunt Alicia, when are you and Uncle Mikey leaving?” I asked.
“Next week, sweetie.”
“Awwww….”
“But we’ll be back soon! And you’ll still have Jamia with you.”
“Okie dokie then!”
The rest of the My Chemical Romance set was utterly amazing, especially Cancer, which turned out to be a great closer.
“Good job boys!” I said as they came off stage, giving them all hugs.
“Ewww, you guys should take a shower, you’re all gross and sweaty,” I said, laughing.
“That’s because we just played a show, sweetie.”
“I know, hey will someone watch Linkin Park with me?” I asked. Linkin Park was one of my favorite bands.
“Sorry Bella, but Daddy’s got an interview really early in the morning tomorrow.” I looked at Mikey.
“Eh, I would, but Alicia and I are going out later.” Next to Frank.
“Sorry kido but Jamia and I are going out too.” Come on, Ray can’t have something also!
“I’ve got… stuff to do, sorry!” That was a lame excuse. Then all eyes fell upon the one, the only, the Bob Bryar.
“What?!” We continued looking at him.
“Okay, okay I get the point, I’ll watch Linkin Park with her.”
“Thankies Bobbert!” I exclaimed hugging him and stuck my tongue out at everyone else. Gerard put his hands in the air and everyone went off to do their “stuff”.
“You sure are making up lots of strange things to say today,” Bob said, pulling up a chair, seemingly out of nowhere and I sat down on his lap. I giggled.
“That’s just because I’m cool like that.”
“Or maybe it’s because you’re related to Gerard.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“I don’t know… just thought I’d add that somewhere.”
“Well, you’re related to… your mom!!”
“No!” he replied sarcastically, slapping a hand onto his cheek as I laughed. “I would’ve never guessed, thanks for telling me!”
“Your welcome!” Then finally, Linkin Park came onto the stage from to opposite side that we were on and opened with one of my favorites, One Step Closer. I was singing along almost the whole time and Bob even sang with me on some parts. I was getting really sleepy, so about half way through the set, Bob and I went back to the bus to get some sleep. Well, at least I was going to. I walked to the room that I shared with Gerard to find him fast asleep on the double bed. I changed into my skull-ish pajamas and crawled into bed next to him.
 xXxAndIfTheyGetMexXx · Sun Dec 23, 2007 @ 12:42am · 1 Comments |
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