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Think Happy Thoughts	By : SugarxSweetxPoison Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2014 -:- 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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I own nothing. Rub it in why don't you.
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“Valerie Elizabeth Fairchild, you open this door now!”

Nnneeegh

Who in god’s name was pounding at my door at this time of…1:22 PM? For a second, I’d honestly thought the pounding had just been in my head until I heard my full name being screeched. If it was my mother I was simply going to smother myself with my pillow. I could not deal with that woman right now. I had a hang over to kill, I knew I looked like shit, I was fucking tired and if anything on this planet could make me fall just a little further when I thought I’d hit bottom, it was my mother.

“Val! For fucks sake! Open up!”

A)They’d called me Val, B) they’d said fuck and C) it was a male voice.

Thank fucking god, it wasn’t my mother.

“Give me a fucking second!” I screamed back, automatically regretting it. A surge of pain shot through my brain causing me to fall back into my bed from my propped up position on my elbows. Okay see now that hurt. This was exactly why I didn’t drink. Once I started I didn’t stop until I was completely plastered and always woke up the next morning with a hang over from hell. Not to mention I seemed to lose all of my motor skills and I started to babble out painfully personal information about myself. I once told an entire party how I’d lost my virginity to my first boyfriend and got dumped on my ass by him the same night so like I said, I didn’t drink. Yet I didn’t seem to remember this last night.

“Val it’s your fucking birthday! You have to get out of fucking bed on your fucking birthday!”

I now knew it was Nick. He was the only person I knew that used the word fuck in some variation in every sentence he said, on occasion, several times in one sentence at that.

I thought about just lying here until he went away for a second before deciding that I’d only come back to bite me in the ass so I rolled my ass out of bed…literally. Oh my god, seriously, the fucking thing like shrunk! Wait…didn’t Nick have a fucking spare key?

The world was out to get me, I swear.

So after a few minutes I’d finally made my way to the door and let my dear, soon to be dead friend in, “Hello Nicholas, is there something you want?”

He flashed me a large grin, “You look like shit.”

“Thanks,” I glared and ran a self conscious hand through my hair. It was one big tangled blonde mess, “I feel the way I look.”

There was a fucking rock concert going on in my head and they had the amps turned up to eleven and the moshers were really going at it.

“Oh, I’m sorry baby, tell Nicky what happened,” he cooed, pushing his way past me into my apartment, making me stumble backwards into my coat rack. Why the fuck did I even have a coat rack? Did I really need a fucking coat rack? Fucking coat rack!

Yes, you’re taking your hung over rage out on a coat rack, great job Val.

“I dunno Nick,” I sighed heavily, walking over to the couch and falling backwards onto him and the sofa with a loud, pained ‘oof’, “Last night had been like any other night. I was sitting here eating ice cream and watching some stupid movie about this anorexic girl that got raped by her principal, beaten by her step dad and knocked up by the quarter back or whatever on Lifetime one second and the next I was out the door downing shots of Jack Daniels in some little bar.”

Nick didn’t say anything of a second, just stroking my messy hair like I was a little girl before asking, “Did you fuck any random strangers?”

My head shot up and I scowled, “No!”

“Oh…” he smirked, “Well then I guess I can't relate.”

I groaned and let my head fall back into his lap again, “Whore.”

He laughed lightly and shook his head, “You ruined it for me you know. I was supposed to take you out for a wild night of drinking and dancing tonight but I highly doubt you're up to it now.”

I scrunched up my nose and made a small moan of protest at the thought, “God no. No alcohol will come within a ten foot range of this girl for quite a while.”

“See now that’s something you expect your average twenty-two year old to say but that’s okay,” he replied, a small secretive smile playing on his lips, “I got two other things to work with.”

“Really now? And what are those two things?”

“Well I don’t know if you're up to recording your demo, on me by the way, today so…”

I was off the couch and into the kitchen before he could continue. I swallowed three Tylenols dry before making a mad dash to my room to get dressed. I yanked on the first pieces of clothing I could find, hoping they were clean before hurriedly making my way to the bathroom.

Okay ew on so many levels of ew. I knew something was missing with this hang over thing when I was so rudely awoken. I now knew why. Last night I’d puked all over my bathroom and it was not a pretty sight. If I didn’t want what Nicky was offering so bad I’d tell him I wanted him to clean my bathroom for my present, that’s how bad it was and I was a neat freak.

When I returned to my living room area, ripping a brush through my long, slightly wavy natural blonde locks, Nick was coming out of the kitchen. He stopped and shoved a peanut butter covered Eggo waffle into my moth and handed me a large cup of coffee. God I loved this boy.

“Okay love, let’s rock,” he smiled widely making me laugh around the Eggo that protruded out of my mouth. He leaned down and took a bite with a smirk.

“Bastard,” I muttered, smacking him lightly, “My waffle. Now let’s go!”

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Round and round we go
when will it stop? no one knows
dizzy up the girl dizzy up the girl and watch me fall

cross my heart and hope to die
no one knows the answer to the question why
I'm in for a head trip, a mind fuck
my gun is loaded but the trigger's stuck

sing me a new song
so I can get lost in this melody
get lost in the memories
I want it to stop
I hope it lasts forever
I'm screwed up ,a little fucked up
why won't someone just help me up?

cross my heart and hope to die
no one knows the answer to the question why
I'm in for a head trip, a mind fuck
my gun is loaded up the trigger's stuck

I think I'll scream until my throat bleed
one more dose of this poison cliché might put me out of my misery
leave me with words that burn my brain like cocaine
and brand my skin with X's and O's

Cross my heart and hope to die
no one knows the answer to the question why
I'm in for a head trip, a mind fuck
my gun is loaded but the trigger's stuck

when the stars fall from the sky
when they fade from my once bright eyes
then maybe I'll cry
we do it for the glamour
and we do it because we can
glitter me up
I'll give you a twirl and a spin
but that can't hide it
nothing can

cross my heart and hope to die
no one knows the answer to the question why
I'm in for a mind trip, a head fuck
my gun is loaded but the trigger's stuck
cross my heart and hope to die
no one knows the answer to the question why
I'm in for a mind trip, a head fuck
my gun is loaded but the trigger's stuck

I'm in for a mind fuck.

I bit my lip and fidgeted in the recording booth, looking at Nick with wide, expecting eyes. Personally, I thought I nailed it but he was the expert. All I knew is that I’d wanted this since the second Nick started this little label of his but I’d been so caught up in school and that stupid life thing. Then I’d dropped out of the University of Minnesota and the self pity, my life is going no where thing set in again. So in short, this was the first time I’d been sane enough. Minus the night before of course…

It didn’t help my nervousness that he was just staring at me. I couldn’t read his face at all. It was just a stare and it was really creeping me out. I took off my head phones and exited the booth. A slow smile crossed his lips and he shook his head, “You're amazing Val.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes, “I wish.”

“So much self confidence for once girl,” he teased, making me glare at him.

“Oh fuck off.”

A mock-wounded expression developed on his face, “That hurts Val,” he paused to place his hand on his heart, “Right here.”

I laughed and jumped onto his lap, making the chair with wheels he was on slide backwards a few feet, “Wee!”

“I thought you were hung over,” he muttered, trying to hide his smile.

“Yeah well…”

“Yeah well now is for the second part of your present,” he told me, pushing me off his lap onto the floor. I hit the floor with an oof and kicked the bottom of his chair, making him crash backwards into a table, “You're not very nice Val. I dunno if I want to take you to New York with me now…”

My head shot up in extreme interest, “What?!”

He smirked, “I got a job at Reprise and I was gonna take you with me but…”

“Not funny Nick!” I squealed, jumping up and wincing at the obnoxious noise I’d just made, “Let’s go!”

He laughed and sat back, “We don’t leave until next week love.”

“I don’t care! I’m going home to pack bitch, you do what you want, namely edit up the song a little but I’m so packing!”

New York City, here I come!

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Frank will make his entrance along with the other MCR members soon, I swear! I just need to do a little set up first. Song by me. I’m not too fond of it but whatever, it works so it’s all good. Thanks to the people that reviewed too!
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