Don't Blame Me for Being Me

Chapter 60
Motel walls and in disguise. Telephone calls with no reply. With drink i see things better (I really wonder what makes you so special)
Next morning was full of excuses and apologizes. Our guys were calling MCR guys for this, they were calling back here. Ringing mobiles were not the sound I’d like to hear as my alarm clock. After some time I realized they wouldn’t stop apologize till the night xD. So I had to get up. With a slight shadow of a hangover I dragged my body into a bathroom to fresh my face, at least. After usual morning acts, I came to a restroom area. Everybody was there and looked not very fine xD. Dasha was already up too and she was putting iodine on Pete’s forehead.
“Ho-ho! First and most obvious evidences of last night”, I came up closer to look at Pete’s bumps.
“Don’t even remind”, Pete begged.
“No, first sign is a hard hangover, Ira”, Dasha noted.
“Exactly”, I agreed and took a seat opposite to Joe at a table. “You all went crazy last night? Do you understand what you were doing?”
The answer to me was some unclear mumbling coming from the boys.
“Pete and Joe... they... it was just terrible, shameful and disgraceful”, Dasha stated. “It was like a western saloon. You were breaking and throwing chairs, pouring away drinks”.
“Thanks Lord, you weren’t shooting each other”, I added.
“Yeah, but instead of it, they kissed to death guys from MCR”, Dasha said. “Shame on you, people”, she ended.
“Yeah. Joe, can you say where was the start of that?” I asked.
“Pete insulted me. I remember exactly”, he replied with reluctance.
“Fuck your memory then, Trohman. It’s me who insulted you. If you were drunk less, you’d probably realize it”, I smirked.
“Damn! I already apologized to him”, Pete laughed.
“You shouldn’t do it in anyway”, I advised.
“So I ought to hit you instead of Pete?” Joe asked.
“You ought to snack after each shot of vodka you had! We could have less problems with you then”, I replied.
“Really, haven’t you had such rest in your life before, that you got high that fast?” Dasha asked.
“Excuse me, but just fuck off. I feel awful and without your blabbing”, we heard strict Andy’s voice.
“One needs to know how to drink right”, I snapped.
“Oh, c’mon, we haven’t heard your advices yet”, Andy groaned.
“May be, if you heard them, that all wouldn’t happen”, Dasha replied.
“Yeah. I wanna talk about Joe and Gerard Way. It was hilarious thing, you know”, I said.
“Hell, you’re right”, Dasha agreed and then appealed to Joe. “What made you upset so much? Gerard’s undesire to kiss you?”
“Though I think Gerard was right. It’s normal man’s reaction”, I smirked.
“We were joking”, Trohman muttered.
“Yeah, I see very joking bruises and black-eyes on you”, I said. “I would like to look at Gerard too now”.
“Yeah, it’s MCR’s guilt there too”, Pete pried.
“It’s all clear with you. Two queers argue and you decide to butt in. I wanna confess that I was amazed by Patrick. This man was making an awful revenge for broken glasses”, I said.
Pat smiled widely.
“You don’t know much things about me. I’m an ex-boxer”, he joked.
We all laughed.
“Trohman”, I said.
“Whaat?” he groaned.
“you’re pig. You got sloshed and fell asleep on me along with your brash lover who offered to go take a shower with him!” I said with a joking tone.
Boys could laugh despite of the common hangover.
“Pete, why you chose for a brawl a dude who looks like a cupboard?” Dasha asked.
“You should thank her. Without our prying, you’d probably sit here all in bumps and may be even with broken ribs”, I said.
Pete looked at Dasha and hugged her tighter.
“Yeah, we saved you, we saved those two men Pat was hitting, we tried to save you, Joe”, I said.
“By the way it’s Ira who threw the hood from Gerard’s jacket”, Dasha snickered.
“You saved me by this? I was beaten with twice force!” Joe said.
“Beaten? By Gerard? It wasn’t beating. It was a bitchy tussle of two faggots”, I smirked. “it’s pity Frank wasn’t let to get you. He would kick you ass right. As a man”.
“Shut up. Now I’ll kick somebody’s ass. As a man”, he snapped.
“I’m not afraid of your woman’s force”, I said and went to my bunk.
He was cursing me for a long time. But I switched on my iPod and fell asleep.
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Leaving another city after another show Dasha and me eventually concealed in my bunk to discuss the time of our leaving the tour. Dasha soon will start her job in boutique again. My office work also haven’t disappeared xD. So we spent some time thinking when to leave, going through FOB’s schedule and being in Internet at airwaves companies’ sites. We found the date and time. And we should say to boys, of course.
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“Boys, we have news”, I started.
“We have to leave you soon”, Dasha said.
“When? Why?” Pete looked confused.
“We have jobs, by the way”, I said.
“We’ll leave after your show in Indianapolis. We’ll go by train to Chicago and then fly to LA”, Dasha explained taking a seat next to Pete.
“But we’ll go to Chicago anyways”, Pete countered.
“First reason, train is faster. Secondly, notwithstanding my love to you, I’m tired of this bus”, Dasha told Pete.
“And thirdly, I can’t see Trohman’s face anymore”, I ended for her and laughed.
Joe just groaned as everybody joined me xD.
“Why you’re not glad of these news? I leave you, Trohman. You’ll be free soon”, I said.
He was looking down on his hands. I ran up to him and crushed on his lap.
“Of course, I will miss you, Joe!” I yelled and kissed his forehead snickering. “But I have to go. But I’ll be far from you only in two days. So you have a chance still”, I said jokingly and studied him.
“You still don’t give up, do you?” he asked.
“I don’t know”, I shrugged off my shoulders and kissed his cheek hardly.
“Go away!” Joe beat off of me.
I obeyed and took a seat next to Pat.
“I will miss you, guys. I’ve spent so much time with you”, I said. “I don’t wanna go. I’ve got used to this bus. Though I’m just carving for my house, my bed and my bath. And thank you so much! I’ve traveled around of almost the whole USA. It’s incredible”.
“Yeah, drinking in each state was incredible too”, Andy smirked but I’m almost sure it was friendly xD.
“Not in each. Alabama was without drinking though you all along with MCR tried to force us to it”, I remembered.
Andy smiled.
“Oh, MCR would be probably upset when they hear you stop going with us”, Andy smirked again.
“I don’t think we’re so important persons to them”, I snapped and thought that I should call Frank.
“Who knows”, Andy said.
“Hope we’ll hang out sometime after in LA?” Pat asked.
“Sure!” I exclaimed and looked at Dasha and Pete who were talking quietly. “This couple will hang out, it’s exactly”, I said.
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The rest of the ride to Indianapolis we all spent talking and reminiscing funny cases from our road life xD. Some time Dasha and me spent packing our suitcases and bags. We realized that during our touring life we acquired a bag of different stuffs each. There were tees from merchs of different bands, maps of some cities and road ones, cosmetic stuff, clothes, toys, some CDs, books and etc. We were surprised of such amount of that xD. I decided to make a gift to Trohman. Among all the maps Dasha and me had, I found a map of Dallas. I have pretty nice memories from there. So I wrote on some side of the map – “I love this city. I didn’t see much of it, but I love. You probably remember we kissed there xD”. I shared my idea with Dasha and then went to present it to Trohman. I just gave him that gift and came back to packing not bothering to see his reaction.