End of Everything
We Lost Our Bassist To Education
Jamia's POV:
Shit, shit, shit!
Steve walked into the living room and saw me on the couch.
He quietly hopped into the kitchen, thinking that I was asleep.
I turned onto my side.
I gave a fake, loud yawn and stretched.
"Steve?"
His beautiful, mohawked head popped out of the kitchen door.
"Shit, did I wake you up?"
"Well, I should be getting up anyway..."
I climbed out of the bed and walked to Steve, taking him into my arms.
"Good morning."
I kissed him.
"Good morning to you."
We make out for a few wasted minutes.
But then the doorbell rang.
Steve sighed and walked to the door.
"Sally!"
Sally?
"Hey, Marie!"
A man with Frank-like hair walked into the doorway.
He had blondeish hair and tattoos everywhere.
He was tall.
Steve tackled him.
"I haven't seen you in years!
Where the hell have you motherfuckers been?"
"Eh, everywhere."
"Umm.
I hate to rain on your insane parade, but who the hell are you?"
The man laughed.
"I'm Matthew.
I'm one of your... boyfriend's?"
Steve nodded.
"One of your boyfriend's best buddies."
"Okay."
I shook his hand.
"Marie and Sally, eh?"
Steve blushed. I love it when he does that.
"I'm Sally!"
He said in a feminine voice, laughing.
"Marie!"
Matthew flipped his hair with his right hand.
"You guys are fucked up..."
Matt laughed and jumped onto our couch.
"Soo...
How's the band?"
Matt sniffed and turned on the TV.
"Eh, okay.
We lost our bassist to education."
"Nice."
"Hey...
Sally, my friend.
Can I stay at your house for...
2, 3 days?"
Steve looked at me.
"If you don't mind."
I shook my head.
"Welcome."
"YAY!"
Frank's POV:
"Uh, Gee?"
I said.
We were in San Diego.
"WHAT?!"
"Are we in-"
He laid back on the couch with me.
"Yes, we are in San Diego, now."
I had been asking everyone if we were there yet the whole trip.
People had gotten really pissed off and taken my Skittles...
"Can I have my Skittles back?"
Bob threw me the bag.
"Yesss!"
I ripped it open and threw some into my mouth.
Christa was with Ray in bed. [sleeping]
Gerard, Bob, Ace, Mikey, Alicia and I were watching television.
I got up and opened the blinds.
"The light, it BURNS!!"
Mikey shielded his eyes.
I looked out into the sunlight.
"Haha, this is a small city."
There were teenagers walking the streets.
Small houses were lined across the streets.
"Welcome to San Diego, Torosaurus."
Ray walked into the room.
Gerard greeted him.
Christa looked out the window with me.
"Ew, small town."
"I know."
I groaned and sat down on the couch.
We were watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Gerard's POV:
My phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hey, man.
It's Quinn."
Even though I disliked Bert, we just avoided eachother.
Quinn and us were not as mad at eachother.
"Hey, how do you like San Diego?"
"... small town."
I laughed.
"You read Frankle's mind."
We rode to the hotel.
"Whoa."
It was very big and fancy.
"DAMN!"
Bob stood up.
"This is going to beat Jersey."
My eyes widened.
Frank spoke up.
"For sure."
We walked inside and got our rooms.
Since Jamia had left, we decided to let Quinn stay in the room next to us.
Quinn walked inside the hotel.
"QUINN!"
Frank ran up to him and tackled the poor guy.
"Yeah, hey Frankie."
Frank let go and we all hugged Quinn.
"Dude!
You get to stay in the room that used to be Gerard's."
"What?
Oh, lemme guess.
Gee loves you and Jamia left."
Frank opened his mouth for a second and then said,
"Yeah, that's about it."
Quinn laughed as we rode upstairs to the rooms. [elevator]
Shit, shit, shit!
Steve walked into the living room and saw me on the couch.
He quietly hopped into the kitchen, thinking that I was asleep.
I turned onto my side.
I gave a fake, loud yawn and stretched.
"Steve?"
His beautiful, mohawked head popped out of the kitchen door.
"Shit, did I wake you up?"
"Well, I should be getting up anyway..."
I climbed out of the bed and walked to Steve, taking him into my arms.
"Good morning."
I kissed him.
"Good morning to you."
We make out for a few wasted minutes.
But then the doorbell rang.
Steve sighed and walked to the door.
"Sally!"
Sally?
"Hey, Marie!"
A man with Frank-like hair walked into the doorway.
He had blondeish hair and tattoos everywhere.
He was tall.
Steve tackled him.
"I haven't seen you in years!
Where the hell have you motherfuckers been?"
"Eh, everywhere."
"Umm.
I hate to rain on your insane parade, but who the hell are you?"
The man laughed.
"I'm Matthew.
I'm one of your... boyfriend's?"
Steve nodded.
"One of your boyfriend's best buddies."
"Okay."
I shook his hand.
"Marie and Sally, eh?"
Steve blushed. I love it when he does that.
"I'm Sally!"
He said in a feminine voice, laughing.
"Marie!"
Matthew flipped his hair with his right hand.
"You guys are fucked up..."
Matt laughed and jumped onto our couch.
"Soo...
How's the band?"
Matt sniffed and turned on the TV.
"Eh, okay.
We lost our bassist to education."
"Nice."
"Hey...
Sally, my friend.
Can I stay at your house for...
2, 3 days?"
Steve looked at me.
"If you don't mind."
I shook my head.
"Welcome."
"YAY!"
Frank's POV:
"Uh, Gee?"
I said.
We were in San Diego.
"WHAT?!"
"Are we in-"
He laid back on the couch with me.
"Yes, we are in San Diego, now."
I had been asking everyone if we were there yet the whole trip.
People had gotten really pissed off and taken my Skittles...
"Can I have my Skittles back?"
Bob threw me the bag.
"Yesss!"
I ripped it open and threw some into my mouth.
Christa was with Ray in bed. [sleeping]
Gerard, Bob, Ace, Mikey, Alicia and I were watching television.
I got up and opened the blinds.
"The light, it BURNS!!"
Mikey shielded his eyes.
I looked out into the sunlight.
"Haha, this is a small city."
There were teenagers walking the streets.
Small houses were lined across the streets.
"Welcome to San Diego, Torosaurus."
Ray walked into the room.
Gerard greeted him.
Christa looked out the window with me.
"Ew, small town."
"I know."
I groaned and sat down on the couch.
We were watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
Gerard's POV:
My phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hey, man.
It's Quinn."
Even though I disliked Bert, we just avoided eachother.
Quinn and us were not as mad at eachother.
"Hey, how do you like San Diego?"
"... small town."
I laughed.
"You read Frankle's mind."
We rode to the hotel.
"Whoa."
It was very big and fancy.
"DAMN!"
Bob stood up.
"This is going to beat Jersey."
My eyes widened.
Frank spoke up.
"For sure."
We walked inside and got our rooms.
Since Jamia had left, we decided to let Quinn stay in the room next to us.
Quinn walked inside the hotel.
"QUINN!"
Frank ran up to him and tackled the poor guy.
"Yeah, hey Frankie."
Frank let go and we all hugged Quinn.
"Dude!
You get to stay in the room that used to be Gerard's."
"What?
Oh, lemme guess.
Gee loves you and Jamia left."
Frank opened his mouth for a second and then said,
"Yeah, that's about it."
Quinn laughed as we rode upstairs to the rooms. [elevator]