Whispered Confessions, chapter 14
"THANK YOU, DETROIT!" Gerard screamed one last time, and rushed off the stage. Crash sat there, waiting for them, smiling wide, holding a root beer in one hand.
"That was fucking awesome!" Frank went to hug her, but she ducked.
"Shower. Now." Really, the fumes from the guys was nauseating.
"Mikey. You first." Crash held her nose, and pointed to the shower." Mikey opened his mouth to speak, but Crash glared at him. He hung his head in defeat, and made his way to the bathroom.
"In the mean time..." Crash got her fabreeze out.
"Line up" She said, sounding much like a commander. She Fabreeze them down, making the room smell a little better.
"Come on, we don't smell THAT bad" Gerard whined.
"You have no idea" Crash said, putting the fabreeze back in it's place. Frank caught her off her guard, and licked Crash.
"AHH! EW! FRANKIE DROOL! AHHH! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" Crash screamed and wiped her face in Gerard's shirt.
"NOOO! FRANKIE DROOL! AAH! I FEEL IT BURNING THROUGH MY SHIRT!" Gerard quickly threw his shirt off. If you had any idea what had been in Frank's mouth, you would have too. Crash was fabreezing her face. Ray was drinking his beer, and Bob sprayed a mouthful out on Ray out of laughter.
"Fucker!" Ray was sopping wet. This made Bob laugh more. Mikey finally got out of the shower, finding his friends in stitches on the floor.
"Um... Anything I missed?" Mikey asked.
"Beer... Bob... Spray... Ray... Frankie... Spit... Fabreeze..." was all Gerard was able to say. Mikey gave him a weird look. Crash finally settled down.
"Ray, you next" Ray was more than happy to leave.
"Why is Ray wet? Mikey asked. Bob punched Mikey friendly on the arm.
"Only the chosen ones know." Bob said, in a solemn voice.
It was 2005. My Chemical Romance had finally hit it big. Crash always knew this day would come, and, as the boys promised, she was not forgotten. Actually, she was the one that made sure that they didn't kill themselves. Crash smiled fondly at the guys as they screwed off after a great show. So much time had gone past, but they were still the same.
"Crash... Beeping Crash... You alive?" Gerard waved his hand in front of Crash's face. She snapped out of her thoughts.
"Yeah?"
"Reporting for inspection, ma'am. We all showered, now we are just getting ready to leave." Gerard said, picking up his jacket.
"The guys are outside, come on!" Gerard offering his arm, getting ready to leave. Crash accepted, and they linked arms. Crash's phone rang.
"One sec" Crash got her black Razr phone out, that Frank bought for her. That rich bitch.
"Hello?" Crash asked, Gerard holding his arm out again and she accepted.
"Hello, this Tj, the Dj from channel 94. 7 FM, we just wanted to ask some questions." Crash groaned and laughed at the same time. I mean, come on, Tj the Dj? That was the corniest thing EVER.
"Yeah, sure" Crash said, rolling her eyes at Gerard. He knew exactly what was going on. He took the phone.
"Hello? Yes, this is Gerard. No, you can't ask questions right now. Why? Cause it's been a long day, I've sang for two hours straight, and Crash still needs to do some work. Yes, she does work on tour. What part of 'assistant manager' do you not understand? Yes, have a wonderful night too." Gerard ended the call and muttered "Fucker" Crash laughed and pocketed her phone.
"Don't let them get to you. Then they win." Crash said.
Crash and Gerard finally got to the tour bus.
"I'm beat" Gerard said, climbing into his bunk above Crash's. Frank was already asleep, same with Mikey. Ray and Bob were playing video games. Crash climbed into her bed, but couldn't fall asleep. She was bothered with insomnia since the tour started. She fiddled with a ring Gerard gave her for her birthday. On the inside, a message was inscripted. It read "Take my hand and never be afraid again." On the outside, it read "Our Lady Of Sorrow." Crash closed her eyes, but still couldn't fall asleep. She felt the mattress sink.
"Hey" She heard a voice whisper. Crash smirked, her eyes still closed.
"I thought you were asleep"
"I guess I'm not as beat as I thought I was" Crash opened her eyes and saw Gerard staring at her, his face a few inches away from her's.
"Any reason you're this close to my face?" Crash asked, her cheeks broight red. But Gerard couldn't see this, because of how dark the tour bus was.
"This" Gerard said softly, as he closed the gap between their faces. Crash closed her eyes, and felt something wet on her cheek. He licked her.
"AH! Why do boys have to be so gross?" Crash asked, as she wiped her face against his shirt the second time that evening.
"Our minds get controlled at a young age, and it's controlled into our personalities" Gerard said, collapsing next to Crash. She scooched over a little for him.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Gerard asked Crash.
"Why aren't you?" Crash smirked.
"Been thinking"
"Bout what?"
"No way, it's your turn"
"I've been thinking too"
"About what?" Crash gave Gerard dodge eye.
"I've been thinking about how different my life would be if I never came to visit Frank that night" Gerard noted how Crash didn't call it home.
"Then I would have never met you guys. You people are the best thing that's happened to me. I'd probably be dead by now." Crash winced as she remembered the many times.
"And I would have never been able to write most of my songs. And I would have never been able to lick a person so many times and not be called gay" Crash smacked Gerard.
"What the hell was that for?" Gerard asked, rubbing his arm.
"Good night, Gerard" Crash turned to face him.
"Good night, bitch." Crash smiled. They grew, but they never changed.
"That was fucking awesome!" Frank went to hug her, but she ducked.
"Shower. Now." Really, the fumes from the guys was nauseating.
"Mikey. You first." Crash held her nose, and pointed to the shower." Mikey opened his mouth to speak, but Crash glared at him. He hung his head in defeat, and made his way to the bathroom.
"In the mean time..." Crash got her fabreeze out.
"Line up" She said, sounding much like a commander. She Fabreeze them down, making the room smell a little better.
"Come on, we don't smell THAT bad" Gerard whined.
"You have no idea" Crash said, putting the fabreeze back in it's place. Frank caught her off her guard, and licked Crash.
"AHH! EW! FRANKIE DROOL! AHHH! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" Crash screamed and wiped her face in Gerard's shirt.
"NOOO! FRANKIE DROOL! AAH! I FEEL IT BURNING THROUGH MY SHIRT!" Gerard quickly threw his shirt off. If you had any idea what had been in Frank's mouth, you would have too. Crash was fabreezing her face. Ray was drinking his beer, and Bob sprayed a mouthful out on Ray out of laughter.
"Fucker!" Ray was sopping wet. This made Bob laugh more. Mikey finally got out of the shower, finding his friends in stitches on the floor.
"Um... Anything I missed?" Mikey asked.
"Beer... Bob... Spray... Ray... Frankie... Spit... Fabreeze..." was all Gerard was able to say. Mikey gave him a weird look. Crash finally settled down.
"Ray, you next" Ray was more than happy to leave.
"Why is Ray wet? Mikey asked. Bob punched Mikey friendly on the arm.
"Only the chosen ones know." Bob said, in a solemn voice.
It was 2005. My Chemical Romance had finally hit it big. Crash always knew this day would come, and, as the boys promised, she was not forgotten. Actually, she was the one that made sure that they didn't kill themselves. Crash smiled fondly at the guys as they screwed off after a great show. So much time had gone past, but they were still the same.
"Crash... Beeping Crash... You alive?" Gerard waved his hand in front of Crash's face. She snapped out of her thoughts.
"Yeah?"
"Reporting for inspection, ma'am. We all showered, now we are just getting ready to leave." Gerard said, picking up his jacket.
"The guys are outside, come on!" Gerard offering his arm, getting ready to leave. Crash accepted, and they linked arms. Crash's phone rang.
"One sec" Crash got her black Razr phone out, that Frank bought for her. That rich bitch.
"Hello?" Crash asked, Gerard holding his arm out again and she accepted.
"Hello, this Tj, the Dj from channel 94. 7 FM, we just wanted to ask some questions." Crash groaned and laughed at the same time. I mean, come on, Tj the Dj? That was the corniest thing EVER.
"Yeah, sure" Crash said, rolling her eyes at Gerard. He knew exactly what was going on. He took the phone.
"Hello? Yes, this is Gerard. No, you can't ask questions right now. Why? Cause it's been a long day, I've sang for two hours straight, and Crash still needs to do some work. Yes, she does work on tour. What part of 'assistant manager' do you not understand? Yes, have a wonderful night too." Gerard ended the call and muttered "Fucker" Crash laughed and pocketed her phone.
"Don't let them get to you. Then they win." Crash said.
Crash and Gerard finally got to the tour bus.
"I'm beat" Gerard said, climbing into his bunk above Crash's. Frank was already asleep, same with Mikey. Ray and Bob were playing video games. Crash climbed into her bed, but couldn't fall asleep. She was bothered with insomnia since the tour started. She fiddled with a ring Gerard gave her for her birthday. On the inside, a message was inscripted. It read "Take my hand and never be afraid again." On the outside, it read "Our Lady Of Sorrow." Crash closed her eyes, but still couldn't fall asleep. She felt the mattress sink.
"Hey" She heard a voice whisper. Crash smirked, her eyes still closed.
"I thought you were asleep"
"I guess I'm not as beat as I thought I was" Crash opened her eyes and saw Gerard staring at her, his face a few inches away from her's.
"Any reason you're this close to my face?" Crash asked, her cheeks broight red. But Gerard couldn't see this, because of how dark the tour bus was.
"This" Gerard said softly, as he closed the gap between their faces. Crash closed her eyes, and felt something wet on her cheek. He licked her.
"AH! Why do boys have to be so gross?" Crash asked, as she wiped her face against his shirt the second time that evening.
"Our minds get controlled at a young age, and it's controlled into our personalities" Gerard said, collapsing next to Crash. She scooched over a little for him.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Gerard asked Crash.
"Why aren't you?" Crash smirked.
"Been thinking"
"Bout what?"
"No way, it's your turn"
"I've been thinking too"
"About what?" Crash gave Gerard dodge eye.
"I've been thinking about how different my life would be if I never came to visit Frank that night" Gerard noted how Crash didn't call it home.
"Then I would have never met you guys. You people are the best thing that's happened to me. I'd probably be dead by now." Crash winced as she remembered the many times.
"And I would have never been able to write most of my songs. And I would have never been able to lick a person so many times and not be called gay" Crash smacked Gerard.
"What the hell was that for?" Gerard asked, rubbing his arm.
"Good night, Gerard" Crash turned to face him.
"Good night, bitch." Crash smiled. They grew, but they never changed.
