Are You a Lover or a Fighter?
Did He Fall Off-Stage?!
“Libbykins! Celeste!” Mikey called sprinting over to us. He gave us each a hug before linking arms with me, “You missed it…” Mikey said looking at me.
“Shit! Frankie fell off stage?!”
Mikey grinned and laughed slightly, “No… Alicia just called, she wanted to talk to you.”
“Damnit!” I said with honest disappointment, “Is she calling later?”
“I don’t know… But if not I guess you can call her…”
“Yesss!”
“Oh God… Simple Plan is here…” Frankie muttered.
“They must want their hair back, right Fall Out Boy?” I spat.
“Aw… Looks like sugar just went down…” Ray smirked.
“Everybody’s a comedian…” Frankie said flatly.
“Dane Cook is the best!” Mikey smiled.
“Hell yeah!” Libby and I squealed.
“Hey Celeste…” Bob said walking over.
“Yeah babe?”
“You’re not ditching out on us again tonight, are you?”
I laughed. “That’s not fair! I was sick. But no, I’m not ‘ditching out’,” I answered.
“Good, we’re going to a bar after the show.”
“Which one?”
“I don’t know, we’ll find one...” he replied.
“We always do,” Gerard said rolling his eyes.
“Except for last night…” Ray said.
“So… where’d you go?” I asked raising a brow.
“Bowling! Derr!” Mikey grinned.
“Of course!” I said hitting my head like it was the most obvious thing.
“Frankie came in second to Mikey,” Libby announced.
“Well at least you’re good at something,” I smirked.
“Shut up,” he said in monotone. “You’re just pissed because you suck at life.”
“You’re just pissed because you suck… as a lifestyle.”
“Haha! She just called you gay!” Bob laughed.
“Thanks for clarifying…” Frankie muttered. “You’re a raging bitch,” he said to me.
“You’re a diva..”
“You both need to get laid!” Libby shot at us.
“Oh my god! You rock!” Bob laughed at Libby’s comment.
I grinned at Libby and opened my mouth to say something, “Don’t even think about it!” Libby glared before I had the chance.
“Damnit!” I yelled.
“Shit! Frankie fell off stage?!”
Mikey grinned and laughed slightly, “No… Alicia just called, she wanted to talk to you.”
“Damnit!” I said with honest disappointment, “Is she calling later?”
“I don’t know… But if not I guess you can call her…”
“Yesss!”
“Oh God… Simple Plan is here…” Frankie muttered.
“They must want their hair back, right Fall Out Boy?” I spat.
“Aw… Looks like sugar just went down…” Ray smirked.
“Everybody’s a comedian…” Frankie said flatly.
“Dane Cook is the best!” Mikey smiled.
“Hell yeah!” Libby and I squealed.
“Hey Celeste…” Bob said walking over.
“Yeah babe?”
“You’re not ditching out on us again tonight, are you?”
I laughed. “That’s not fair! I was sick. But no, I’m not ‘ditching out’,” I answered.
“Good, we’re going to a bar after the show.”
“Which one?”
“I don’t know, we’ll find one...” he replied.
“We always do,” Gerard said rolling his eyes.
“Except for last night…” Ray said.
“So… where’d you go?” I asked raising a brow.
“Bowling! Derr!” Mikey grinned.
“Of course!” I said hitting my head like it was the most obvious thing.
“Frankie came in second to Mikey,” Libby announced.
“Well at least you’re good at something,” I smirked.
“Shut up,” he said in monotone. “You’re just pissed because you suck at life.”
“You’re just pissed because you suck… as a lifestyle.”
“Haha! She just called you gay!” Bob laughed.
“Thanks for clarifying…” Frankie muttered. “You’re a raging bitch,” he said to me.
“You’re a diva..”
“You both need to get laid!” Libby shot at us.
“Oh my god! You rock!” Bob laughed at Libby’s comment.
I grinned at Libby and opened my mouth to say something, “Don’t even think about it!” Libby glared before I had the chance.
“Damnit!” I yelled.