Noise and Kisses

I got home at 2:30. Needless to say, I was wasted. I hoped Bert didn’t notice, or at least didn’t mind. But whatever. I quickly fixed my makeup and did one, two, three, more lines, just for good measure. I was out the door and in front of my apartment building by 2:55.
Five minutes later, a shaggy haired blue eyed beauty came strolling down the steps.
“Hey there, demon.” He grinned at me.
I looked up at him, my eyes carefully hidden behind dark sunglasses, “Hey, brick wall.”
“What?”
I laughed, “Nothing.”
“Well, my car’s right here,” he said looking awkward.
“It’s beautiful!” I jumped! It was a red Silverado 3500HD
“You like trucks?”
“HELL YEAH!” Needless to say, I was a little tweaked.
He opened the passenger side door for me and I hopped in.
We were soon on the road, and he was smoking a cigarette.
“Hey, can I bum one? I may be emancipated but I still got to wait a month to buy them myself.”
He chuckled and hand me the cigarette and a crack lighter. I lit it up and cracked the window slightly.
The nicotine flavored smoke mixed with my crank high quickly and left me feeling tingly all over.
“You wear sunglasses in the shade?”
“Err…” I might as well take the chance, he’ll find out sooner or later. I took my glasses of and stared straight into his blue eyes, grinning in nervousness.
“Dude, you’re high as fuck!”
“Yes sir. You don’t, uh, have an issue, right?”
“Are you kidding me?” He laughed, “I was practically praying you weren’t all anti-drug.”
I had to laugh at that, “Anti-drug in New Jersey?”
“Touché’, it’s a lot different here than Utah.”
“Utah? Really? What are you doing here?”
“Visiting friends,” he smirked, “whom you’ll be meeting. I guess I should give you a heads-up on how outnumbered you’ll be.”
I looked up at him, confused.
“So in my band, The Used, there’s Quinn, Dan, and Jeph. In my friend’s band, My Chemical Romance, there’s Gerard, Mikey, Ray, and Bob.”
“I’m the only one with a vagina!” I squealed, throwing my hands in the air.
He busted out laughing, “Yeah, you are. Well, we’re here.”
He pulled into a driveway of a two story house, smaller than Carlos’, but bigger than mine.
As soon as Bert got out, a black blur ran into him.
“BERT, I’ve missed you SO SO much!”
“Gee, you saw me yesterday,” Bert said, shaking his head.
I laughed, doubling over at the sight of this over exuberant man.
“This must be the famous demon!” he then proceeded to hug me. As high as I was, I didn’t care less, I hugged him back.
“I’m assuming you’re Gerard?”
“Why yes, yes I am ma’ lady.” He bowed.
I giggled. We walked into Gerard’s house to find all the boys sitting around the television.
“So, are we ready to practice?” Bert asked everyone.
“Yeah!” Jeph jumped up and ran down the hallway, and from the sound of it, down some stairs.
Bert led me down those stairs into the basement where equipment was lined up for them and a large couch in front of it.
I sat down and said couch, squashed between Gerard and Ray, which only made me giggle more.
But then Bert started to sing, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.
”Whoaaa oh, oh. Whoaaa oh, whoa. Whoaaa, whoa, whoa oh, oh. I stopped to call you my little girl I meant more, so much more. That I'd like to push it half to death. They want to, they watch you. Saw you turning heads and breaking necks. Past time, we'll mean time. See their jaws drop as you fly like a butterfly straight into my web
Maybe I will be the only one who could leave her. Do you feel stuck? It's all in your head. Mindless, I'm fading. I miss the other flies, already dead. I caught some, and left one. Saw you turning heads and broke my neck. I loved you, they want to. See me drop my jaw as you fly like a butterfly, straight into my web. Maybe I will be the only one who could leave her. Should I lie and just pretend that I couldn't kill her? Maybe I can just pretend, as she flies into my web. Whoaaa oh, oh. Whoaaa oh, whoa. Whoaaa, whoa, whoa oh, oh. Straight into my web. Straight into my web. I stopped to call you my little girl. I meant more, so much more. See me drop my jaw as you fly like a butterfly. Maybe I will be the only one who could leave her. Should I lie and just pretend that I couldn't kill her?
I could be the only one who will leave her. Should I lie and just pretend that I couldn't kill her? Maybe I can just pretend, As she flies into my web”