Motion Sickness

You wanna know why I like last words? Because the most loser person can say something extremely memorable just before they die, and everyone will remember them. They can make you famous while your dead. Isn't that weird? I hope I say something really catchy just before I die, so maybe people will remember me for that.

Like, say for instance, Terry Kath's last words were "Don't worry, it's not loaded." He said that just before he put the gun to his head he had been cleaning and pulled the trigger.

Is that not awesome? Again, I hope I say something interesting before I die. And he was just a rock musician for a band called Chicago Transit Authority.

Norman Douglas...his was funny..what was his again?

"Taylor.."

I glanced over at Ape. She was driving now, following the van My Chemical Romance was in to the Blackout. I had tried to convince her that we didn't need to go this early, they dont start playing for a few more hours. But Mikey had insisted that we come hang out with them before.

"Yea?" I finally asked, proving that I was, indeed, listening.

"Whats wrong?"

What do I say? 'Oh, I think I made that Frank guy mad, and it really bothers me..'?

That would be the truth. Because it does bother me. I didn't mean to piss him off. And I only like pissing people off when I mean it.

But I don't want to tell her that. So I just left it at, "Norman Douglas..do you remember his last words?"

"Psht. No. Sounds familiar, but you tell them to me all the time. I don't remember his in particular no."

I bit my lip. Damn. I'd really like to know what it was.. I write down most of the cool ones in this book that I have. I should get it out; see if his is in there..

When we got to the Blackout, I honestly had no idea where we were. It was just a plain, brick, buidling. No sign out anything. We pulled around the the back and parked next to the van. The door slid open as I stepped out, and Frank jumped out. Back in his aviator glasses.

He gave me a quick glance, then walked through the side door of the brick building.

"Hey, you guys find your way here ok?" Mikey asked, stepping out of the van next.

"We freaking followed you.." I mumbled under my breath, frustrated at Frank.

"Yea, thanks for letting us come," Ape replied, unneccisarily loud, with a small glare towards me.

I leaned against the car, staring off into the distance, squinting into the sun.

"Whats your issue?" the one with the long dark hair asked as he opened the trunk. I forget his name.

Kind of liking his flat, straightforwardness (kind of reminded me of me), I clicked my tongue and said, "Wouldn't happen to know Norman Douglas' last words would you?"

He stopped digging through the back to look at me, "Um..no..do you?"

I rolled my eyes, "Well no, or I wouldn't of asked!" I debated whether or not to get out my book. I'd have to dig through my bag, find it, look up his name,then say 'agh! duh!' and put it back.

Meh, it'll come to me.

I jumped up onto the trunk of our car and stared off into space. It's four, and the show doesnt start until eight. I watched as the guys pulled stuff out of the back of the van. Like amps, and parts of a drumset and mics and stuff. Everyone except Frank.

I could hear Ape laughing. Mikey and the other guy talking. Ray discussing something with someone. While I sat here and thought about Norman Douglas.

The long haired guy came to the back of the van again and glanced over at me. He stopped, then walked over and jumped up on the trunk next to me. "Can I ask you something?"

I sighed, "Sure. As long as you tell me your name."

"Gerard," he replied flatly. YEA! Thats right! I remember now! Anyway. Then he said, "Why are you such..a bitch?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Is it that obvious?"

He was putting a cigarette to his lips and smiled as he attempted to light it up. "A little birdie was bitchin' in the car on the way here and wanted me to ask," he said through his cigarette.

"Gerard!" one of the guys yelled from the front of the van. I hadn't ever seen him before, and he had messy blonde hair, and dominant blue eyes.

He took his time, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaling, then shot back, "What?!"

"Get you're ass over here and unload the rest of the mics!"

"I'm taking a fucking smoke break!"

"We havent been here five minutes!!"

"Fuck you!" he replied with a smile, setting the cigarette back in his mouth and jumping off the car.

He went to put the pack of cigarettes back into his pocket just as Frank walked over. "Give me one of those."

"Bitch! No smoke breaks!" Gerard protested, holding the pack over Franks head, out of reach.

Frank jumped once for them, but now that I notice? He's kind of short! And I don't think he likes it when its noted..

Gerard laughed and dangled them over his head and Frank glared at him. "You fucker. Give me the fucking carton or I will tackle you."

He laughed again. "No no wait! Jump for them again! What are you, five four?"

Then, in a matter of meer seconds, Gerard was on the ground.

But of course, they were both laughing and Frank was pinning him down and sitting on him. They yelled back and forth and laughed as Frank sat on his chest with the carton, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and replied smoothly after exhaling, "Its five four and a half, bitch."

"Get off me!"

He smirked and jumped up as Gerard got up too and shoved him playfully, then went to help unload. Frank took Gerard spot on the trunk next to me.

He took another drag and exhaled, "Is this the part where I fuck you?"

"Glad to see you're in a better mood."

"Yea. It took a while to sink in that someone as hot as you could be such a fucking bitch. But I guess it makes sense."

I didn't say anything. No one had ever called me hot before. So I decided to avoid that part. "All I did was ask if you guys were groupies. Sure it wasnt nice, but I've done bitchier."

"I took it very offensively."

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously."

We didn't say anything for a while. There was just the sound of his routine drags, people discussing the upcoming show, the unloading of equipment, and my feet hitting the bumper occasionally.

"You smoke?" he asked, holding the carton out to me.

I couldn't help but laugh. "You just said I offended you, now you're offering me a cigarette?"

He shrugged, "Just cause you're a bitch doesnt mean I cant be polite."

I smiled and shook my head, considering I've been called a bitch like seven times in the last five minutes, and I wasnt even trying. "Look ok. I'm sorry. I shouldn't of assumed that since you were in a band you guys wanted groupies. How can I make it up to you?"

He shifted and turned more towards me. Squinting a little, he took another concentrated drag, as if he was analyzing me. Then, randomly, he grabbed a small lock of my hair, lifted it up, then let it fall and hit my face. "I like your hair."

I gave him a weird look. "...thanks?"

"I used to have hair like yours, before I got dreds. I mean, I obviously don't have them anymore," he replied, shaking his head and running a hand through his short, messy, dark brown hair. "But yea. It was kind of long, and dark like yours. Not as shiny though.."

I smiled. He's totally rambling.

"Well, except this one time," he continued, "I didn't have any shampoo, and I really needed to wash it, because my hair can get really gross after a while," he took another drag and exhaled. "I had to use my moms. Herbal something or other..fruity shit."

"Herbal essence?"

"Yea! Made my hair smell like a mixture between an orange tree and a flower bed. Gerard and Mikey gave me so much shit. They said they could smell me from across the hall. Senior year."

I laughed at his choice in words, then went back to the subject. "So I'm forgiven?"

He took another drag and looked at me like I was retarded. "What the fuck?! I told you what my hair smelled like one day in high school and you think I forgive you?!"

"We were having a friendly conversation!" I scoffed.

"Frankie! We're going out to get food!" Mikey yelled. We both instinctively turned our heads to look at him, his arm slinked over Ape's shoulders casually.

"First," he said, back to our conversation, "I was telling you something. We weren't conversing," he said smartly, dropping the cigarette butt and stepping on it with his black converse."Second?" he looked back up with a smile, "Like I said. Just because you're a bitch, doesnt mean I can't be polite."

We both jumped off the car and I saw Bob hobbling around angrily, with a laughing Gerard on his back. "Get the fuck off of me!"

"NO SMOKE BREAKS BOB!"

Get the fucking nuns away from me!

"Get the fucking nuns away from me!" I yelled excitedly, as the quote finally came to me.

Everybody stopped and stared at me for a second, just as Ape smiled. Then I realized how stupid I probably sounded.

"No its..Norman Douglas..just nevermind," I mumbled with a small smile, a little embarassed.

"Get the fucking nuns away from me.." I muttered under my breath happily. There's something good about today.