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Shelly's Wish	By : Mordeo Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The clock on the bedside table was blinking again, either from a power outage or the cats playing with the plug. Maria sat up, rubbing her eyes groggily with one hand while answering her beeping cell phone with the other.

“Hm.. yeah?” She asked, drowsily.

“Hey hun. We’re in Vegas.” Shelly’s voice.

“We who?” She asked, yawning.

“Just me and a few guy friends. You want to come meet them?”

“M’kay, just let me shower and get dre-”

“Cool. We’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Maria cursed at her as she hung up the phone, then ran for the bathroom.

She showered quickly, scrubbing off a sleeve of silver gel pen that she’d drawn on her arm the night before. She’d been up until four writing, which explained her wonderful morning mood. The bathroom clock said it was eight thirty, and by the time she got out, it said eight fifty nine. She towel dried her hair and opened the door to the smell of coffee.

“Shelly, you are a wonderful, beautiful, amazing—Oh my Fucking GOD! How the hell did you manage…?”

Shelly giggled as Maria held the towel loosely in one hand, her mouth opening and closing like a beached fish’s. She was staring at Ray, Mikey and Gerard sitting at her kitchen table, while Bob and Bam were fighting over one controller for the Xbox, and Frankie was holding the other protectively. Bert snuck up behind her and poked her in the ribs.

“Do…you…speak…English?” He asked slowly. Maria nodded, looking bemused.

“Good. ‘Cause I don’t.” He said, pulling a pair of cheap disposable chopsticks out of his hair and snapping at the air with them.

“You’re insane.” Maria said flatly, smiling.

“Yes, yes he is.” Shelly said.

“And what are you, their baby sitter? Or their pimp? Either way, I’ll take Mikey and Frankie off your hands.” Maria said, grinning as her eyes flicked out at the boys in the living room.

She pushed her face into neutral and went out to hook up the multi tab so that Bam would be able to play too, after he stopped his bloody nose.

On the way back to the kitchen she noticed her mirror image, and groaned. Her hair hated her this morning, and she looked like Frankenstein’s bride. She held her arms out in front of her, one bent closer to her chest, the other clawed, and began shuffling back into the kitchen, dragging one leg and making groaning noises.

“Must Have… coffee!…coffee…”

Mikey just blinked at her a few times, Gerard hid a grin behind his hand, and Ray chuckled.

She grabbed a cup and poured the coffee, then sat down on one of the stools against the counter. She sipped slowly, closed her eyes, gulped it down, and then licked her lips. Someone laughed. Her eyes snapped open and she jumped down off the stool. She pushed out her hand.

“Hi! I’m Maria!” She said, shaking Ray’s hand.

“I know who you guys are, thanks to Shelly. Hey Shelly! Remember that one time when I slept over and we started recording our own versions of all those songs? Dude, we were way worse than Weird Al. We’re all like, Yay!!!!!!!! And we turned Famous Last words into a song about Julius Caesar, and then we recorded it and were all like, we’ve got to play this at each others’ wedding! Yeah.”

Shelly groaned into her hands.

“I forgot. Maria’s only allowed to have half-caf. She is very open to suggestion, and the slightest bit of sugar or caffeine makes her like this.”

“Hi! You know, Shelly’s not much better than me, although she is really horrible at holding her Dr. Pepper.”

“What are you guys, twelve?” Bob asked from the living room, not looking away from the screen. Maria stuck her tongue out at him and casually reached over and pushed the ‘test’ button on the GFCI outlet next to her.

“Nooooo! I was winning!” Frank yelled, starting to pretend to sob.

“What happened?” Bam asked, smacking the TV.

Bob just sighed and stood up from the floor and pushed the ‘reset’ button. Maria stuck her tongue out at him again, this time from two feet away, and he saw it.

“Changed my mind. You aren’t twelve. You’re four.” He said, turning away before turning back to stick his tongue out at her.

“Aww, look! Bob made a friend.” Ray said, giggling.

“So are you guys just planning on hanging out at my house all day, or do you want to go see some of Vegas before the concert tomorrow?”

“I vote for being tourists!” Bert yelled.

“Do we have to worry about Paparazzi?” Gee asked Shelly.

“Please. People will come up to you and say, wow, you look just like so and so, and all you have to say is, yeah, I work at the Stratosphere.”

“I don’t get it.” Mikey said.

“There’s a impersonator show there. They’ve got Prince and Christina Aguilera, and Elvis, of course, and lots of other singer people.”

“Oh.” Mikey said. “What other shows are here?”

“Well…” Shelly said, slowly, then stopped.

“What?” Gerard asked.

Shelly made her fingers into circles and put them up to her eyes, the other three fingers sticking straight up.

“It’s a Friday. I dunno, they may be sold out. I’ll call Brandy.”

“I don’t get it.” Mikey complained. Gee patted his baby brother on the shoulder.

“Neither do we.”

“Tickets are open. You guys like Phantom of the Opera?”

“Like on Broadway?” Frankie asked. “OHMYGOSH! I LOVE PHANTOM!!!!!!!!”

“Yeah, we’ll take the tickets. How much…? Cool. Okay.” Maria said, then listened for a bit before hanging up.

“’Kay, show’s at seven. Basically, they got the dude who wrote the original Broadway songs, and had him do some rewriting to make it a Las Vegas edition of Phantom. So don’t be surprised when show girls or something start running around.” Maria said, starting to can can.

“Your friend is strange.” Gerard said behind his hand to Shelly.

“I know. It makes for a more exciting life.”

“You know what we should do? We should all wear capes to the show!” Maria said.

“That would have to be the weirdest sentence you’ve said all day.” Ray said, starting to scoot his chair away from her a little.

“Where would we get capes this time of year?” Gerard asked.

Maria rolled her eyes.

“I make Renaissance Faire clothes for a living. I’ll just ask my Aunt if we can borrow some capes.”

She picked up the phone, made a call, then flounced into the garage. She poked her head back in to yell, “Last one in the car gets a pink satin lining!”

And hopped in the driver’s seat of the…

“Hearse? Dude, who is this chick?” Bam asked Bert, laughing.

“She’s weirdly awesome and insane. And Shelly’s friend. I wonder…” Bert said, trailing off and grinning devilishly.

He hopped in next to Maria up front.

“Hello. I’m Bert McCracken, and I’m screwing your best friend. Any tips?”

Maria started at him, then pointed to a spot about three inches below her armpit.

“Shelly’s ticklish. Right there. And also, right here, on her thigh.” She said, squeezing his thigh a little above the knee. He squealed and squirmed away from her.

She started up the engine and pulled out, waiting for the rest of the guys and Shelly to get in. They pulled open the doors and climbed in around the coffin in the back. Shelly just sat in the coffin, cross legged, and Gerard sat in it behind her.

Bert turned around and told Gerard, “Shelly’s ticklish.” And Shelly opened her eyes wide and glared at Maria.

“Damn you!” she said grumpily.

“You little lying Delilah!” Chorused Frankie, Maria and Bam.

“Ape loves the movie. She has this thing for Gerard Butler.” He explained.

“Cheers to the most magnetically sexy left eyebrow in history!” Maria yelled, pulling into the driveway or her Aunt’s house.

She came out to meet them.

“You’re those guys Maria’s always going on about, aren’t you?” she asked, sighing and shaking her head.

“You know,” she said, looking at Maria, “You really scare me sometimes.”

They left an hour later, everyone wearing capes, and lacy sleeved pirate shirts to boot.

Gerard had on a Black cape with black satin brocade for lining, and a Dark green shirt. The black women’s jeans just made the outfit better. Frankie, true to form, had a black cape with a shiny magenta satin lining. And a gray shirt. Mikey had a Gray cape with blue cotton lining, and a matching blue shirt. Bob had a black cape with a red nylon lining and a white shirt. Shelly had her Rapier cape, black with purple satin lining that she’d gotten for her sixteenth birthday from Maria, and a black shirt. Ray had a green unlined cape, and a natural cotton colored shirt, a kind of off white color.

“Dude, Bob looks like Count Dracula, and Ray looks like a fucking forest fairy.” Bam said, laughing. He had a Black cape with a purple satin lining that was four or five shades lighter than Shelly’s, and a gray shirt.Maria had a Black cloak with a green lining, and a black shirt.

Bert, however, decided to have fun with his outfit, and cut his pants off at the knees so you could see the striped pirate socks he bought from Maria’s aunt. They were Green and orange striped. He had a Black cape with a silvery blue lining, and a purple shirt. Altogether, he looked like a bum who’d robbed a Halloween clothing store.

And they were about to go walking down the busiest, most famous street in Las Vegas. The Strip.

“George is so gonna kill us later.” Gerard said as they parked the car at the New York New York.

o0o

Ray slouched under his cape, wishing that not so many people were staring. Everyone felt a little uncomfortable, to be honest. Well, everyone except Bert and Maria, who were talking excitedly about weird ways to make food.

“I’ve heard you can make crab in the dishwasher on the pots and pans setting…” Maria started, but was interrupted by Bam, My Chemical Romance, and Shelly yelling, “No!” at the same time.

Maria looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged.

“You’re right. I bet the calcium buildup would be pretty nasty. There’s always grilled cheese with an iron and mashed potatoes with a tennis racquet, though.”

“What’s it like living in Vegas?” Gerard asked, looking around at all the half-hidden strip joints and bars, casinos and souvenir shops.

“Maria’s got a real good answer for that one.” Shelly said, hiding a grin again.

“Maria done what now?” Maria asked, stopping suddenly and turning around, so that Frank ran into her.

“He wants to know what it’s like living in Vegas.” Shelly told her, rolling her eyes as Maria batted her lashes at Frankie.

“It’s like living in a neon paradise every night, only to wake up the next day and realize that the paradise has turned into a hellish land of broken dreams and sun bleached, peeling paint.” Maria said, with the air of someone repeating something for the six hundredth time. She was staring at her thumb nail. “And I need to get more black nail polish. This is the last of it.”

Bert let out a giant shriek and stopped in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

“WHAT IS THAT BEAUTIFUL PLACE!?!” he asked, pointing to a multiple story arcade, complete with a fifty foot climbing wall in the center.

“Heaven!” Frankie yelled, and Mikey wiped imaginary tears from his eyes.

"Gameworks!" Maria replied, mimicking Frankie's tone with an almost straight face.

All eyes turned to Shelly. All watery puppy dog eyes, and pouting lower lips.

“Please Shelly, can we go?” Gerard asked, batting his eyelashes at her.

Shelly laughed. “I’m not your babysitter. Have a ball.”

They ran inside faster than Shelly had thought humanly possible, and the poor boy who was hanging up people’s coats in the check in had his arms filled with capes faster than he could blink. Soon band members were running all over the place. Ray was jamming the helmet he needed for rock climbing on over his giant poof of hair, Bert was fighting against Bob on some old game called Rage, giggling when he made his gorilla flip upside down and fart at Bob’s dinosaur to win the round, Gerard and Frankie were playing on one of those ridiculous dance mats to some techno song, Mikey and Maria were playing air hockey, and Bam offered his hand to Shelly for a raft game where you had to escape a Tyrannosaurus Rex chasing you. Everything was going smoothly, until Ray got down from the wall and pulled off the helmet.

“Man, how am I supposed to tame this now?” He complained to no one in particular, patting his static-y and lumpy looking fro. The chick who was just getting hooked up to the wall looked over.

“I would know that voice anywhere.” She said, grinning and shuffling closer. She grabbed Ray’s hand and shook it. Then she turned around to yell at her boyfriend,

“Quick, take a picture of me and Ray!” Of course, this made everyone look up, and even the people on the second story could recognize the red mop of hair on a reddening face. A crowd seemed to appear out of no where, and Ray started stuttering out.

“My n-name’s J-Josh, I’m a Ray T-Toro Look-a-a-alike.” He offered a weak smile, and those who had heard him started laughing.

One dude said, “Suuuuure. Just smile and let me take a pic, okay Ray?” Suddenly about forty camera phones were whipped out, and pics were taken.

Mikey and Maria noticed the commotion first, and ran off to gather up the rest of the group.

“Well, what should we do?” Shelly asked.

“You want I should tap dance again?” Bam replied.

“Let Gee handle it, he’s good at stuff like this.” Frankie said.

“I got an idea!” Maria yelled, making the band wince.

Maria grabbed the bullhorn from by the rock wall’s signup desk.

“Hide.” She said, then turned on the bullhorn.

“Ray Toro, please meet the rest of your party at the tour bus out front. Gerard says to hurry up or they’ll leave without you. Again.”

A sudden silence descended on the place, followed by a huge ruckus as everyone ran for the front door. Ray looked worriedly in that direction, but Maria waved and he hid in the photo booth with everyone else.

Bert giggled and pushed a quarter into the slot, then pressed the green button. Three photos snapped in rapid succession. When they printed out, they showed Shelly sitting on Bam and Gerard’s laps, with Bert’s butt in her face and his tongue sticking out as he reached over Frankie and Mikey to get at the take photo now button. Bob was all blurry from moving to get out, and Frankie was dropping a pencil as the photo took, making a funky yellow blur in the middle. Ray was just peeking in. The second photo showed Shelly falling off of Bam and Gerard’s laps and Gerard trying to catch her, Bert was smiling and flipping the camera off, and Mikey and Frankie were looking utterly shocked. You could see Ray’s head moving out of the picture, but that was it. The third picture showed Bert grabbing Mikey and kissing him while both Frankie and Gerard punched him. You could just barely see Shelly’s head, and Bam was reaching down to help her back up.

Giggling, the group fell out of the photo booth, Mikey wiping his mouth while Bert was rubbing his shoulder.

They grabbed their capes and fled out the fire escape doors, not bothering to put the capes back on.

“What time is it?” Maria asked suddenly.

Shelly flipped open her cell phone to check.

“Six thirty.” She said. They ran the rest of the way to the Venetian, put on the capes, and got to their seats just as the show was starting. They stared up at the false dome ceiling, lit blue, complete with gold painted angels, and at the curtains, in true red velvet. Frankie whistled.

“This place musta cost a fortune.”

“Something like 40 million dollars for this one, I think. Though that Ka show cost more to make. Its stage raises and lowers and goes from horizontal to vertical and stuff." Maria told him.

As the lights came on, there was a shattered chandelier hiding amidst canvas covered furniture. As the music rose, the canvases were whisked off, and the chandelier reassembled itself, and everyone relaxed. Gerard took Shelly’s hand and she glanced at him, smiling before turning back to watch the show. And when the chandelier fell, stopping ten feet above their heads, Bert jumped in Gerard’s lap, yelling, “Save us, oh son of Satan, save us!” The ushers glared, and when one recognized who it was, they stilled. As the final notes drifted out of existence, everyone stood up and began applauding.

“That was freaking awesome! We need a song that’s all phantomified.” Frankie yelled, and Mikey grinned at his childishness.

“Frank, you are such a fairy.” Bob said, laughing. They stood up and started filing out, their capes helping to clear the way. They stopped in the gift shop and Ray bought phantom masks for each of them.

Giggling, they flounced back to the hearse and piled in, this time with Bam sitting up front with Maria.

“Where to next?” He asked her.

“Wal-Mart!” She and Shelly cried together. A series of confused looks swept between the guys.

“Why for?” Mikey finally asked.

“Two reasons: Munchies, and Wal-Mart has a photo center.” Shelly explained.

“It’s almost eleven at night.” Ray protested.

“Vegas is a twenty-four hour town.” Bob said, smirking.

“Damnit.” Ray said, crossing his arms and pouting.

“Don’t feel bad my little forest sprite. I’ll buy you roses afterwards.” Bob said, patting Ray’s hair back into place.

“How about you buy me alcohol afterwards? 'cause I’m gonna need a drink.” They laughed at Ray and pulled into the parking lot.

o0o

About fifty shots, eight poses, and five bottles of hairspray later, the pictures were finished being taken. Once Ray’s hair was tamed, he made a decent Raoul, next to Shelly’s Christine and Gerard’s Phantom. They did many variations of this theme, even managing to coax Mikey into a dress, with Maria being the Phantom and Shelly playing Raoul. Had the lady not recognized Bam, she would have closed the doors just as they came in, contrary to popular belief that the photo place was open twenty four hours. She seemed to think their outfits and antics were funny, and kept asking them to do different things. Unlike most pictures during business hours, she was able to try out some new angles, some of which were really cool, and others which just made their nostrils look huge. When they were finally done, they separated and went off in search of munchies. Somehow, Bert, Mikey, and Maria all ended up looking for snacks in the Movie section.

Maria was dancing around in circles like a crazy person in a cape (oh, wait...)when Mikey and Bert walked up, carrying a bag of wheat thins and a giant tub of yogurt, respectively. When she heard Bert’s snort, she stopped making a fool of herself and glared at him.

“I found V for Vendetta.” She explained. He just gave her a blank look and said

“Huh?”, causing both Mikey and Maria to roll their eyes.

“We can watch it later.”

“Whatever. Does caramel or butterscotch syrup go better with strawberry yogurt?” Bert asked, looking through an abandoned shopping cart by the stereos.

“Honestly? Neither. But chocolate chips go good.” Shelly said, coming up behind them with Bam, Gerard, and Frankie in tow.

“What’d you guys get for snacks?” Maria asked. Frankie held up a little basket, which contained a bottle of Dr. pepper, strawberries, a four pack of whipped cream, and more sun chips. Maria nodded toward the strawberries and whipped cream.

“What exactly do you plan on doing when we get back to my house?” She asked with an arched eyebrow and a grin. Mikey snorted and Frank blushed.

They rounded everyone up and paid for the snacks, including the five pound bag of candy that Bob decided he needed. Then they climbed into the hearse and went the four blocks back to Maria’s place.

o0o

Maria set up the movie and took Shelly into her room to figure out sleeping arrangements. Shelly borrowed a nightgown and told Maria a little about their adventures.

“So, you Bert, Bam and Gee can share a room, Mikey and Frankie can share another, and Bob and Ray can share the last one?”

“I think so, yeah. Where’re you sleeping?” Shelly asked her friend.

“We’ll just pull my bed out into the living room and I'll crash there.”

“They’re gonna think you’re crazy, you know.”

“They hang out with Bert, Bam, and you. I think they’re used to crazy people.”

“Point taken. But you’re creepy.”

Maria stuck her tongue out at Shelly and they went back out and into the living room to announce the sleeping arrangements.

Mikey and Ray both protested over Maria sleeping in the living room of her own house, but Shelly rolled her eyes.

“Trust me, she won’t even notice the difference.”

“You guys can help me move the bed out here, though.” Maria said, grinning.

Just about all they guys stood and followed her back into her room.

“Where is the bed?” Ray asked, looking around the nearly empty room.

“Behind the curtain over there.” Shelly said, pointing. She watched Ray peek behind the curtain and started giggling uncontrollably at the look on his face. This, of course made Bob and Mikey have to look, followed by Bert, then Gerard, and then Bam, and lastly Frankie.

“You sleep in a fucking coffin?! That is so awesome!” Frankie said, climbing up the wooden steps and flopping into the coffin.

“You have an interesting taste in decorations.” Gerard said with a straight face, before breaking out in a fit of giggles.

“It’s sensible!” Maria said defensively.

“How?” Bob asked.

“Well… it’s more compact, and by closing the lid it stays warmer, and you can sleep even in the middle of the day. Additionally, when moving, you can use it as a very sturdy box for transporting clothing or books.”

“You’re weird.” Bert said, looking concerned.

Everyone laughed at this. Eventually, they got the bed pushed out into the living room and settled for the night.

A/N: Next Chapter contains the last smut of the story, and will be the last chapter. Man, this is depressing. LOL. I've already got two other fics started though, so I do have plans for more. One's a dark fic, in which Gerard is possessed and evil, and the other is written Anne Rice style, telling us about Gerard's life. Because I have a thing for Gerard, can you tell? Any way, back to my revising.
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