Whispered Confessions, chapter 11
Halloween came quickly for the six friends. Between collage, work, and trying not to piss your pants because of Frank, they were all very busy. Some more than others.
Frank moved in with his girlfriend, Lexy. Frank gloated over this over and over. Crash and Frank always had races on who would move out first. Crash moved out of home first, but Frank moved out to his girlfriend. Crash had to admit it, she lost. This one and only time. But she wasn't all too disappointed. Now she got the bigger bedroom. Why she didn't get it first in the beginning always dumfounded her. Ah, sweet sibling love.
Bob too, moved in with his girlfriend. But they never met the mystery girl. They didn't even catch her name. So, the decided that Bob had an imaginary girlfriend, and resolved to buy him some Prozac for his birthday.
Ray moved in with his sister, she was having problems with her husband. So, he looked after her daughter. This still made Crash and Gerard piss their pants, they saw Ray trying to baby sit. It resulted in an exploding toilet.
Mikey moved out too be closer to his collage. Mikey was never a morning person, so was eternally late. He hoped this would help.
Crash and Gerard ended up in still living together. They were sure that their friendship would last a long time.
It seemed that the six friends would never be as closely knit together as they were. They were growing, and their friendship seemed to become more and more distant. They would see Ray once in awhile. Frank was seen all the time, as they worked together, and Bob seemed to come a lot, but seemed to leave quickly. They needed to get him that Prozac soon. Mikey would come every week for breakfast. It was during those times, that Crash had the pleasure of meeting their Grandmother, Elena. The boys adored her, and so did she. She was a wise woman, and Crash just loved how she was able to tell such embarrassing stories of Gerard and Mikey (ammunition, always needed) and how she was able to help Crash in he studies of art.
Halloween did come quickly, as did Frank and Crash's birthday. So Frank had this "brilliant" idea that they had a costume birthday party. But, of course, he didn't tell them this until the last minute. Until Halloween. Nimrod.
"Come on, Gee, get your ass out here, we want to get to the mall BEFORE it closes"
No answer.
"I really didn't want to do this" Crash mumbled, and went to her room to get her electric guitar and amp.
Crash entered Gerard's room, and found him sprawled across his bed, heaps of clothes on the floor.
"Ew, boy stench. The stuff they make bombs of mass destruction out of" Crash muttered, and plugged her amp in. She struck a power cord, and Gerard fell out of bed.
"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHERE'S THE BOMB?!" Crash giggled. She didn't giggled a lot, but this time she did. Gerard was such a dumbass.
"Rise and shine, sweetheart" Crash smiled wide.
"What time is it?"
"Noon"
"Ow, I have a big ass hangover"
Crash obediently held out a bottled of aspirin and a glass of water. Gerard smiled.
"We have been living together way too long"
"I agree, Mr. Way"
Finally, Crash and Gerard made their way to the car, Gerard clutching a mug of coffee in one hand and his head on the other.
After a grueling car trip, filled with moans from Gerard, They made it to the mall.
"What are you getting him?" Gerard asked Crash.
"Oh, just something that he might want" Crash answered, very smug.
"Hmm... .what should I get him... .probably that shirt that I want... ..so he can give it back to me for my birthday... yeah... " Gerard was lost in his own thought, and Crash giggled. Gerard and Frank were always doing these kind of things to each other.
Crash left Gerard in Hot Topic, and left for the guitar store. She had the guitar that she saw Frank stare at on hold. It was a very pretty guitar, she was hoping that he would let her play it.
Crash finally got her guitar, and set off to find Gerard.
"Gee, Hun, come on, let's go!" Crash called to him.
"Ah, got myself, I mean Frank, the shirt" Gerard answered, very proud of himself. Crash just rolled her eyes.
"Hey, Gee, drop me off at the hair salon" Crash said, right as they were going to drive past it. Gerard gave her a quizzical look.
"What? I need to get my hair cut!" and Crash stepped out of the car.
About half and hour later, Crash inspected herself in the mirror. She looked like the exact version of Gerard, only his features softened.
"Perfect" Crash muttered, and walked out the door, dropping the money on the counter.
"Hey Gee, sup?" Crash called Gerard on his cell
"Gas prices. Anyway, I'm at Frank's house. I'm setting up the stuff. I have my costume here, so you don't have to bring it."
"Thanks Gee, tell Frank I'll be there at seven sharp."
"Bye, love." And the phone clicked off.
Crash checked her watch.
"Four o'clock?!"
That only gave her three hours for hair and make up.
Meanwhile, with Gerard... ..
"Put those on the table, Gerard" Frank instructed.
"Yes, master" Gerard mumbled.
"Oh, shit, it's already six! Well, time does fly when you are having fun" Frank said, a little too preppish.
"Then that was the most grueling two and a half hours of my life"
"Shut up, dickwad"
Gerard would have answered Frank, but decided not to ruin his moment.
"I'm going to go change" Gerard said, and locked the door.
It was seven o'clock, and guess who the first guest was?
It was Mikey.
Mikey was Frankenstein. If Frankenstein was skinny and had asthma.
Ray was next. He came as a cowboy. Don't even ask.
Bob came after. Surprise, surprise, he was a werewolf.
Lexy was dressed as a Vegas showgirl, much to the excitement of Frank.
Gerard was a vampire, and he looked the part perfectly. Well, it wasn't that hard, considering he spent his days acting like one.
Then finally, the last guest came.
"I'll get it!" Gerard called, and answered the door.
"Hello" A clone of Gerard stood before him. Well, actually, he was a little shorter, but other than that, it was like a mirror was put before him.
"C-Crash?" Gerard stuttered.
"Hey, Count Dracula" Crash smiled, and walked in.
"Wow, I never knew I was so sexy" Gerard answered.
"That sounds so wrong Gerard."
"Well, what can I say? I'm falling in love with myself"
"cough BOY LOVE cough" and Crash took a seat next to Lexy.
"Hey Gerard" she said, but then doubled back.
"CRASH?!" she squealed. Lexy and Crash became good friends, and Crash told Frank a good number of times that if he even thought about cheating on Lexy, then she would kick his ass. And he believed her.
Then Frank walked into the room, dressed as a... .*drum rolls*
Stripper.
Yes, a female stripper.
"I'm scarred for life!" Gerard shrieked
"Dude, shave your legs at least" Ray said, throwing a pillow at Frank.
"Cover that up!" Bob screamed, throwing a blanket at him
Crash didn't even move. When Crash and Frank were little, they used to play dress-up together. And yes, Frank did use Crash's clothes.
"Whoa, Crash, you look sexy" Frank said, looking at her.
"When I turn old and retire, I am going to write a book. A sad and long book. It's gonna be called Ways My Brother and His Friends Gave Me Nightmares"
"cough BOY LOVE cough" Crash heard Gerard "cough"
"What have I gotten myself into?" Crash muttered, and put her head in her hands.
Frank moved in with his girlfriend, Lexy. Frank gloated over this over and over. Crash and Frank always had races on who would move out first. Crash moved out of home first, but Frank moved out to his girlfriend. Crash had to admit it, she lost. This one and only time. But she wasn't all too disappointed. Now she got the bigger bedroom. Why she didn't get it first in the beginning always dumfounded her. Ah, sweet sibling love.
Bob too, moved in with his girlfriend. But they never met the mystery girl. They didn't even catch her name. So, the decided that Bob had an imaginary girlfriend, and resolved to buy him some Prozac for his birthday.
Ray moved in with his sister, she was having problems with her husband. So, he looked after her daughter. This still made Crash and Gerard piss their pants, they saw Ray trying to baby sit. It resulted in an exploding toilet.
Mikey moved out too be closer to his collage. Mikey was never a morning person, so was eternally late. He hoped this would help.
Crash and Gerard ended up in still living together. They were sure that their friendship would last a long time.
It seemed that the six friends would never be as closely knit together as they were. They were growing, and their friendship seemed to become more and more distant. They would see Ray once in awhile. Frank was seen all the time, as they worked together, and Bob seemed to come a lot, but seemed to leave quickly. They needed to get him that Prozac soon. Mikey would come every week for breakfast. It was during those times, that Crash had the pleasure of meeting their Grandmother, Elena. The boys adored her, and so did she. She was a wise woman, and Crash just loved how she was able to tell such embarrassing stories of Gerard and Mikey (ammunition, always needed) and how she was able to help Crash in he studies of art.
Halloween did come quickly, as did Frank and Crash's birthday. So Frank had this "brilliant" idea that they had a costume birthday party. But, of course, he didn't tell them this until the last minute. Until Halloween. Nimrod.
"Come on, Gee, get your ass out here, we want to get to the mall BEFORE it closes"
No answer.
"I really didn't want to do this" Crash mumbled, and went to her room to get her electric guitar and amp.
Crash entered Gerard's room, and found him sprawled across his bed, heaps of clothes on the floor.
"Ew, boy stench. The stuff they make bombs of mass destruction out of" Crash muttered, and plugged her amp in. She struck a power cord, and Gerard fell out of bed.
"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHERE'S THE BOMB?!" Crash giggled. She didn't giggled a lot, but this time she did. Gerard was such a dumbass.
"Rise and shine, sweetheart" Crash smiled wide.
"What time is it?"
"Noon"
"Ow, I have a big ass hangover"
Crash obediently held out a bottled of aspirin and a glass of water. Gerard smiled.
"We have been living together way too long"
"I agree, Mr. Way"
Finally, Crash and Gerard made their way to the car, Gerard clutching a mug of coffee in one hand and his head on the other.
After a grueling car trip, filled with moans from Gerard, They made it to the mall.
"What are you getting him?" Gerard asked Crash.
"Oh, just something that he might want" Crash answered, very smug.
"Hmm... .what should I get him... .probably that shirt that I want... ..so he can give it back to me for my birthday... yeah... " Gerard was lost in his own thought, and Crash giggled. Gerard and Frank were always doing these kind of things to each other.
Crash left Gerard in Hot Topic, and left for the guitar store. She had the guitar that she saw Frank stare at on hold. It was a very pretty guitar, she was hoping that he would let her play it.
Crash finally got her guitar, and set off to find Gerard.
"Gee, Hun, come on, let's go!" Crash called to him.
"Ah, got myself, I mean Frank, the shirt" Gerard answered, very proud of himself. Crash just rolled her eyes.
"Hey, Gee, drop me off at the hair salon" Crash said, right as they were going to drive past it. Gerard gave her a quizzical look.
"What? I need to get my hair cut!" and Crash stepped out of the car.
About half and hour later, Crash inspected herself in the mirror. She looked like the exact version of Gerard, only his features softened.
"Perfect" Crash muttered, and walked out the door, dropping the money on the counter.
"Hey Gee, sup?" Crash called Gerard on his cell
"Gas prices. Anyway, I'm at Frank's house. I'm setting up the stuff. I have my costume here, so you don't have to bring it."
"Thanks Gee, tell Frank I'll be there at seven sharp."
"Bye, love." And the phone clicked off.
Crash checked her watch.
"Four o'clock?!"
That only gave her three hours for hair and make up.
Meanwhile, with Gerard... ..
"Put those on the table, Gerard" Frank instructed.
"Yes, master" Gerard mumbled.
"Oh, shit, it's already six! Well, time does fly when you are having fun" Frank said, a little too preppish.
"Then that was the most grueling two and a half hours of my life"
"Shut up, dickwad"
Gerard would have answered Frank, but decided not to ruin his moment.
"I'm going to go change" Gerard said, and locked the door.
It was seven o'clock, and guess who the first guest was?
It was Mikey.
Mikey was Frankenstein. If Frankenstein was skinny and had asthma.
Ray was next. He came as a cowboy. Don't even ask.
Bob came after. Surprise, surprise, he was a werewolf.
Lexy was dressed as a Vegas showgirl, much to the excitement of Frank.
Gerard was a vampire, and he looked the part perfectly. Well, it wasn't that hard, considering he spent his days acting like one.
Then finally, the last guest came.
"I'll get it!" Gerard called, and answered the door.
"Hello" A clone of Gerard stood before him. Well, actually, he was a little shorter, but other than that, it was like a mirror was put before him.
"C-Crash?" Gerard stuttered.
"Hey, Count Dracula" Crash smiled, and walked in.
"Wow, I never knew I was so sexy" Gerard answered.
"That sounds so wrong Gerard."
"Well, what can I say? I'm falling in love with myself"
"cough BOY LOVE cough" and Crash took a seat next to Lexy.
"Hey Gerard" she said, but then doubled back.
"CRASH?!" she squealed. Lexy and Crash became good friends, and Crash told Frank a good number of times that if he even thought about cheating on Lexy, then she would kick his ass. And he believed her.
Then Frank walked into the room, dressed as a... .*drum rolls*
Stripper.
Yes, a female stripper.
"I'm scarred for life!" Gerard shrieked
"Dude, shave your legs at least" Ray said, throwing a pillow at Frank.
"Cover that up!" Bob screamed, throwing a blanket at him
Crash didn't even move. When Crash and Frank were little, they used to play dress-up together. And yes, Frank did use Crash's clothes.
"Whoa, Crash, you look sexy" Frank said, looking at her.
"When I turn old and retire, I am going to write a book. A sad and long book. It's gonna be called Ways My Brother and His Friends Gave Me Nightmares"
"cough BOY LOVE cough" Crash heard Gerard "cough"
"What have I gotten myself into?" Crash muttered, and put her head in her hands.
