Shotgun Sinners
Chapter 10
Olivia's POV
So after Gerard stopped disturbing Mikey's mind, we were bored again. "Y'know what we should do..........." I started.
"What?" Meghan asked.
"I dunno. Just wanted to see if anyone had an idea," I shrugged. We sat in silence for a moment. "Oh...my...god. Alex, look at her butt." I said in an annoyingly preppy voice. Alex grinned, knowing where I was going with that. "It is soo big. She looks like one of those rap guy's girlfriends. But who understands those rap guys anyways?"
"They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute," Alex continued, pointing at Chelsea. "I mean...her butt, it's just so big! Gross. I can't believe it, it's just so round and out there. Look, she's just so..."
Mikey started rapping. "I like big butts and I cannot lie! You other brothers can't deny--"
Everyone was rolling on the floor laughing by now, and Chelsea covered her boyfriend's mouth to shut him up. "No, Mikey. You are white. You can't rap." Mikey blushed and stopped singing.
"White boys can rap," Gerard protested.
"Pshh, like who?" I challenged. Oh, it is so on.
"Eminem," Gerard spat at me.
"So, that's one. What about 50 Cent?"
"K-Fed."
"Usher."
"Vanilla Ice."
"Ludacris."
"Damn you," he growled.
"HAHA, I WIN," I squealed. "I love you Geee," I ran over and hugged him. "LOSER!" I yelled in his ear while hugging him.
"OW..." he whined, rubbing his ear. "Kay! Olivia's being mean to mee," he ran over and sat in Kay's lap.
"Oof, fatass, get off me!" she yelped, pushing him off her lap.
"Whoa, guys?" Frank sounded slightly worried. We all turned to look at him. "Where's Chelsea and Mikey?"
"Ohhh, god, Mikeyy..." we heard from upstairs.
Gerard facepalmed. "Okay, so I'm guessing that's Mikey's 'revenge' on me for freaking him out earlier...bah, I'm not scared."
More moans and grunts from upstairs. Gerard looked slightly grossed out at the sounds of his little brother doing...well, you know... the rest of us laughed at the look on his face.
"Chelsea!" Mikey moaned--almost screamed--from their bedroom, making Gerard look a little bit sick.
--an hour later--
More noises from upstairs. I sighed. "Dude...this is even starting to sick me out. And I'm the perviest one here except for Frank."
Frank nodded in agreement. "I don't mind loud sex as long as I'm the one being loud, or Olivia, but this is just ridiculous."
Gerard finally gave up. "MIKEY! CHELSEA! SHUT THE HELL UP!"
A few minutes later, Chelsea and Mikey came downstairs, grinning happily. Chelsea's shirt was all rumpled, and Mikey's hair was wavy.
"ZOMG, Mikey with his hair not straightened?" Bob said, faking shock.
"It's called 'sex hair,' thank you very much," Mikey laughed and looked at Gerard. "Three cheers for sweet revenge."
Gerard was curled up in a ball, traumatized by what he'd been hearing. "Mikey..."
"Yes, big brother?" Mikey asked innocently.
"DIEEE" Gerard shrieked and started chasing him around the house.
"Dude!" I yelped, holding up a poster I had found somewhere. "We have to go see this."
"Sweeny Todd?" Kay queried.
"Demon barber of fleet street." I read the rest of it. "Looks pretty badass...and playing Sweeny Todd is..." I paused for effect. "Johnny Depp!"
Frank scowled. "As in, your lover Johnny Depp?"
"The one and only," I beamed.
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"FINE!!!" I screamed. "I don't like scary movies anyway. But...but..." I held up the poster sadly. "But it's Johnny Depp!"
Frank sighed. "Well, then, we can watch Pirates of the Caribbean..."
"YAY!" I squealed, and we all ran for the couch.
So after Gerard stopped disturbing Mikey's mind, we were bored again. "Y'know what we should do..........." I started.
"What?" Meghan asked.
"I dunno. Just wanted to see if anyone had an idea," I shrugged. We sat in silence for a moment. "Oh...my...god. Alex, look at her butt." I said in an annoyingly preppy voice. Alex grinned, knowing where I was going with that. "It is soo big. She looks like one of those rap guy's girlfriends. But who understands those rap guys anyways?"
"They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute," Alex continued, pointing at Chelsea. "I mean...her butt, it's just so big! Gross. I can't believe it, it's just so round and out there. Look, she's just so..."
Mikey started rapping. "I like big butts and I cannot lie! You other brothers can't deny--"
Everyone was rolling on the floor laughing by now, and Chelsea covered her boyfriend's mouth to shut him up. "No, Mikey. You are white. You can't rap." Mikey blushed and stopped singing.
"White boys can rap," Gerard protested.
"Pshh, like who?" I challenged. Oh, it is so on.
"Eminem," Gerard spat at me.
"So, that's one. What about 50 Cent?"
"K-Fed."
"Usher."
"Vanilla Ice."
"Ludacris."
"Damn you," he growled.
"HAHA, I WIN," I squealed. "I love you Geee," I ran over and hugged him. "LOSER!" I yelled in his ear while hugging him.
"OW..." he whined, rubbing his ear. "Kay! Olivia's being mean to mee," he ran over and sat in Kay's lap.
"Oof, fatass, get off me!" she yelped, pushing him off her lap.
"Whoa, guys?" Frank sounded slightly worried. We all turned to look at him. "Where's Chelsea and Mikey?"
"Ohhh, god, Mikeyy..." we heard from upstairs.
Gerard facepalmed. "Okay, so I'm guessing that's Mikey's 'revenge' on me for freaking him out earlier...bah, I'm not scared."
More moans and grunts from upstairs. Gerard looked slightly grossed out at the sounds of his little brother doing...well, you know... the rest of us laughed at the look on his face.
"Chelsea!" Mikey moaned--almost screamed--from their bedroom, making Gerard look a little bit sick.
--an hour later--
More noises from upstairs. I sighed. "Dude...this is even starting to sick me out. And I'm the perviest one here except for Frank."
Frank nodded in agreement. "I don't mind loud sex as long as I'm the one being loud, or Olivia, but this is just ridiculous."
Gerard finally gave up. "MIKEY! CHELSEA! SHUT THE HELL UP!"
A few minutes later, Chelsea and Mikey came downstairs, grinning happily. Chelsea's shirt was all rumpled, and Mikey's hair was wavy.
"ZOMG, Mikey with his hair not straightened?" Bob said, faking shock.
"It's called 'sex hair,' thank you very much," Mikey laughed and looked at Gerard. "Three cheers for sweet revenge."
Gerard was curled up in a ball, traumatized by what he'd been hearing. "Mikey..."
"Yes, big brother?" Mikey asked innocently.
"DIEEE" Gerard shrieked and started chasing him around the house.
"Dude!" I yelped, holding up a poster I had found somewhere. "We have to go see this."
"Sweeny Todd?" Kay queried.
"Demon barber of fleet street." I read the rest of it. "Looks pretty badass...and playing Sweeny Todd is..." I paused for effect. "Johnny Depp!"
Frank scowled. "As in, your lover Johnny Depp?"
"The one and only," I beamed.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
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"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!!"
"YES!!!"
"NO!!!!!!"
"FINE!!!" I screamed. "I don't like scary movies anyway. But...but..." I held up the poster sadly. "But it's Johnny Depp!"
Frank sighed. "Well, then, we can watch Pirates of the Caribbean..."
"YAY!" I squealed, and we all ran for the couch.