This Ain't a Scene, It's My Brother

Pete's POV

We walked on the tour bus and waited for My Chemical Romance to show up.

When they finally did, Gerard Way walked in first and shouted at the top of his lungs, "HEY FALL OUT BOY!!!!! HOW IS EVERYONE TODAY?!?!?!?!"

"Um...we're doing fine...I guess." I said, softly.

The rest of the band members appeared and stared at one of them. I think his name was Frank...or something. I really didn't know why I was staring at him, but he looked so...familiar. Not like he's famous or anything like that, it felt like I knew him somehow.

He looked at me. "Um...hi."

"Hi." I said back.

He fell down on the very short couch. "Stupid couch," he mumbled.

I laughed a little. "Just your size."

He glared at me. "You're short, too."

I nodded. "Not as short as you are."

His face turned red. "So?"

I shrugged. I got up and went towards the back of the bus. Mikey was sitting all by himself. I sat down next to him and put my hand on his sholder. "Nice to see you again, Mikey."

He smiled at me. "Nice to see you too."

"SKITTLES!!!!!" I heard a shrill voice.

"Uh oh, this can't be good." Mikey whispered.