My happy endings (A My Chemical Romance story), chapter 8
*Next morning*
*Steph's POV*
The morning light shone through the window, lighting the dark room. I opened my eyes slowly. I felt a warm arm around my waist. It was Gerard. I put my arms around him and laid there awake. After a while Gerard's eyes fluttered open.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi," Gerard said.
"So, I'm guessing you stayed here last night."
"Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were okay and fell asleep."
I laughed.
"Do you want to go wake up the other guys?" Gerard asked.
"Yeah, especially Frank. I want to get him back from throwing me on the bed last night."
We both got out of bed and headed towards Frank's room. He was snoring.
"1, 2, 3," Gerard and I both whispered as we ran towards Frank's bed and jumped on him.
"AHHH what the fuck?!" Frank shouted then realising it was us. "Right that's it!" Frank said running to us as we ran out of the room into Mikey's room waking him.
"What are you doing?" he asked getting out of bed and joining in.
We made our way around the rooms until everyone was up and down stairs fighting each other until. BANG! What's that? Frank was lying on the floor with cake in his face. I turned around to see Gerard laughing. All of a sudden there was a sudden rush for the food cupboards. Various foods were being pelted at each other. In the end liquids got involved and a carton of milk came flying across the room soaking everyone.
*An hour later*
"We made a mess," I said with a grin on my face.
"Mess is an art. It shows how creative you are," Frank said.
"I need a cleaner," Gerard said, "I am not cleaning up this."
"I no a cleaner," Ray said.
"Now who would that be?" Gerard asked.
Ray gave a dirty smile.
"Bob," he laughed.
"That was a one off. I needed the money."
"More than a one off. You cleaned my house," Ray said.
"Really. He cleaned mine too," Mikey stated.
"And mine," Gerard said.
"Really? I didn't know that. He cleaned mine... and my mum's too," Frank said.
We all burst into laughing.
"Go get your maids outfit and a duster and get going," Gerard said as we all feel into stitches.
Bob got up from his seat and left the room shortly returning with a book.
"If you want a cleaner use this. The phone book," he said giving it to Gerard.
"I think I will," Gerard laughed, "Thanks Bob."
Gerard flicked through the pages of the phone book and found a cleaner. He picked up the house phone and dialed in the number. Suddenly a phone rang in the room. Bob pulled out his phone and answered it.
"Hello," Bob said.
"Hi. Who's this?" Gerard asked.
The two guys looked at each other and nearly died in amusement.
"Bob. Why have you still got the ad in there?" Gerard asked.
"They haven't taken it out yet," Bob lied.
We all began laughing as hard as we could at Bob's little white lie. Gerard dialed in a new number.
*Phone call*
"Hello," Gerard said.
"Hello. Who's this?" a miserable old women of her late 60's asked.
"Gerard. I need a cleaner. I was hoping you could help?"
"Yeah. What's your address and I'll be right over?"
"2976 Westdale Drive."
"Bye."
*End of phone call*
"Who wants the bad news?" Gerard asked.
"What?" I asked.
"The cleaner I got sounds very grumpy."
"Well done Gee. Get an old bag for a cleaner," Mikey said clapping his hands.
"How did you know it was an old bag?" Gerard asked.
"All grumpy cleaners are old," Mikey said.
"I still think we should have hired Bob," Ray said.
"Do you actually want to live tomorrow?" Bob asked.
"I actually do," Ray said.
"I can arrange for you not to." Bob laughed as he saw the expression on Ray's face.
*Steph's POV*
The morning light shone through the window, lighting the dark room. I opened my eyes slowly. I felt a warm arm around my waist. It was Gerard. I put my arms around him and laid there awake. After a while Gerard's eyes fluttered open.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi," Gerard said.
"So, I'm guessing you stayed here last night."
"Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were okay and fell asleep."
I laughed.
"Do you want to go wake up the other guys?" Gerard asked.
"Yeah, especially Frank. I want to get him back from throwing me on the bed last night."
We both got out of bed and headed towards Frank's room. He was snoring.
"1, 2, 3," Gerard and I both whispered as we ran towards Frank's bed and jumped on him.
"AHHH what the fuck?!" Frank shouted then realising it was us. "Right that's it!" Frank said running to us as we ran out of the room into Mikey's room waking him.
"What are you doing?" he asked getting out of bed and joining in.
We made our way around the rooms until everyone was up and down stairs fighting each other until. BANG! What's that? Frank was lying on the floor with cake in his face. I turned around to see Gerard laughing. All of a sudden there was a sudden rush for the food cupboards. Various foods were being pelted at each other. In the end liquids got involved and a carton of milk came flying across the room soaking everyone.
*An hour later*
"We made a mess," I said with a grin on my face.
"Mess is an art. It shows how creative you are," Frank said.
"I need a cleaner," Gerard said, "I am not cleaning up this."
"I no a cleaner," Ray said.
"Now who would that be?" Gerard asked.
Ray gave a dirty smile.
"Bob," he laughed.
"That was a one off. I needed the money."
"More than a one off. You cleaned my house," Ray said.
"Really. He cleaned mine too," Mikey stated.
"And mine," Gerard said.
"Really? I didn't know that. He cleaned mine... and my mum's too," Frank said.
We all burst into laughing.
"Go get your maids outfit and a duster and get going," Gerard said as we all feel into stitches.
Bob got up from his seat and left the room shortly returning with a book.
"If you want a cleaner use this. The phone book," he said giving it to Gerard.
"I think I will," Gerard laughed, "Thanks Bob."
Gerard flicked through the pages of the phone book and found a cleaner. He picked up the house phone and dialed in the number. Suddenly a phone rang in the room. Bob pulled out his phone and answered it.
"Hello," Bob said.
"Hi. Who's this?" Gerard asked.
The two guys looked at each other and nearly died in amusement.
"Bob. Why have you still got the ad in there?" Gerard asked.
"They haven't taken it out yet," Bob lied.
We all began laughing as hard as we could at Bob's little white lie. Gerard dialed in a new number.
*Phone call*
"Hello," Gerard said.
"Hello. Who's this?" a miserable old women of her late 60's asked.
"Gerard. I need a cleaner. I was hoping you could help?"
"Yeah. What's your address and I'll be right over?"
"2976 Westdale Drive."
"Bye."
*End of phone call*
"Who wants the bad news?" Gerard asked.
"What?" I asked.
"The cleaner I got sounds very grumpy."
"Well done Gee. Get an old bag for a cleaner," Mikey said clapping his hands.
"How did you know it was an old bag?" Gerard asked.
"All grumpy cleaners are old," Mikey said.
"I still think we should have hired Bob," Ray said.
"Do you actually want to live tomorrow?" Bob asked.
"I actually do," Ray said.
"I can arrange for you not to." Bob laughed as he saw the expression on Ray's face.
