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*A few weeks later*
“Yay!!! Award!!!" Bob yelled when Ray, Gerard, and Frank walked in, holding the gigantic K. They had just received the award for Best International Band, and obviously, Bob was very psyched. “I wanna see it! I wanna see it!” he yelled once again and grabbed the award from Gerard.
“Ooooh, shiny…” I said, looking at it from over Bob’s shoulder.
“Mmmmhm, and it’s all mine!!Muahaha!!!” Bob said maniacally. Just then, Frank grabbed the award out of Bob’s hands and started running around with it.
“Haha, now it’s mine!!”
“Frank ******** my award back!!!” Bob yelled. Damn Bob can yell loud!
“You gotta catch me first!” Frank teased then took off once Bob charged at him. While they were doing that, Gerard, Ray, and I just stood there, following the chase which was actually quite amusing. It kind of reminded me of the Lucky Charms commercial because Bob always came close to catching Frank, but right at the last second, he got away. And Frank was short so that gave him a more whatever-Lucky-is appearance. They ended up upsetting the sofa-bed in the middle of the hotel room and messing up the neatly-made beds that the maids had done while we were gone. Finally out of breath, Bob stopped, and thought of a different approach to getting his award back. By the expression on his face, I could tell that he had thought of something and I was right. He quickly grabbed Frank’s skele-gloves from off the desk by the T.V. and said,
“Ha! If you don’t give me my award back, then I get to keep your skele-gloves!!”
“What?! No! Those are my skele-gloves!! Give them back!!!”
Since Bob was considerably taller than Frank, he held them over his head, forcing Frank to have to jump up to get them, but he still wasn’t able to grab them. Now this was amusing!! After several attempts, Frank unconsciously put down the award, probably because he was completely focused on getting his beloved gloves back. Seeing this, Bob immediately went for the award, still not letting Frank have his skele-gloves. He got it and waved both over his head.
“Yess!!! Now I have both!!!” Bob yelled triumphantly.
“Hey! No fair!” Frank pouted, now trying to reach both his skele-gloves AND the award but still remained unsuccessful. Finally, he gave up and stormed off into the other room, but not before flipping off Bob.
“Yay! I win!”
“That was… amusing,” Gerard laughed once Frank was locked up in his room and Bob was off in his own little world, staring at the award.
“Haha, yeah.”
“Who’s going to break it to Bob that the award is for all of us?” Ray asked and Gerard and I laughed.
“Well?”
“You,” Gerard and I said at the same time.
“What? Why me?!”
“Because you asked!”
“Dude, do you know how pissed he’s going to be?”
“Yeah… but that’s the point!” Ray sighed and was about to confront Bob when Frankie’s door opened and Frank was standing there, a jumbo bag of Skittles in his left hand and I devilish smirk on his face. We all turned to him, with some idea of what was going to happen next.
“Frank…” I said. There was a long pause.
“Skittle fight!!!" Frank yelled and grabbed a huge handful of Skittles and threw them at us.
“Hey! No fair, we don’t even have Skittles!!” Ray said while Frank kept pelting Skittles at us.
“That’s the point!” So I grabbed some Skittles off the ground and threw them as hard as I could at Frank who seemed surprised. Then he narrowed his eyes.
“Oh, it’s on!” So we continued our Skittle fight. It was pretty much us four against Frank, which I guess wasn’t really fair but who cares? Eventually I realized that I had Skittles in my bag to I ran to get them and threw some at Frank and ate them at the same time. We eventually ran out of Skittles and sat on the floor in front of the couch, watched T.V, and ate Skittles off the ground.
“Damn, now we need to buy more Skittles!” Frank said very randomly, and very loudly.
“Ehh, we’ll do it tomorrow,” Gerard replied and yawned.
“Promise?” Frank asked like a little kid and Gee laughed.
“Promise.”
“Yay for Skittles!!!”
“Well, I’m going to bed now guys, good night!” I said, getting up.
“Good night.” Gerard kissed the top of my head and I went off to brush my teeth etc. etc.
*****
“Sour Skittles!!!”
“Regular Skittles!!!”
“Sour Skittles!!!”
“REGULAR!!!”
“Sour!!!”
“Regular!”
“Sour!!!”
“Regu-“
“Guys! We’ll just get one of each okay?!” Frank and I looked each other.
“Yay!!!” The small amount of people that had gathered to strangely stare at me and Frank’s argument, dispersed and we went to go checkout.
“Hey, are you guys My Chemical Romance?” the woman behind the checkout counter asked.
“As I matter of fact, we are!” Gerard answered.
“Ohh, my daughter has you guys on her wall! Would you mind signing something for her?”
“Sure.” So the guys each signed a piece of paper and they passed it back to the lady.
“Go on, you can sign it too!” she said, pushing the piece of paper towards me.
“Me?”
“Yes, you!”
“Okay…” I wrote down my name in cursive since I didn’t exactly have a signature… and gave it to the woman whose name I discovered was Mary.
“Thank you so much!”
“No problem!” Frank said and we left with our Skittles.
 xXxAndIfTheyGetMexXx · Sun Dec 23, 2007 @ 11:38pm · 1 Comments |
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