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Shelly's Wish	By : Mordeo Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1437 -:- 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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Bob and Ray looked thoroughly bored out of their minds, Bert looked ready to jump onto a table, and Bam was deeply involved in watching the scantily clothed woman shaking it on the pole nearest them. Gerard was uninterested. These girls had little or no rhythm, and they all looked so very fake. Forget that, if he wanted it, he’d move to L.A. Then Bert got up, the movement catching Gerard’s eye. Gerard poked Bam in the arm and received a very black look, until Bam noticed what Gerard was looking at. Bert was harassing the bar maid, and she looked like she liked it. Or she did until the bouncers came and kicked Bert out. Bam sighed, slipped ‘Magical Melody’ another twenty, and stood up to follow Gerard and Bert outside. Gerard stopped at Frank and Mikey’s table.
“What’s up, Gee?” Mikey asked him.
“Bert just got bounced. You coming, or should I have the driver stay for you guys?”
“Yeah, we’ll probably stay a little longer. Don’t wait up.”
“Okay.”
He went to Bob and Ray’s table and asked them the same thing.
“Actually, if you don’t mind, we were thinking about going back to talk to April and Phil some more.” Ray looked entreatingly at Bam.
“Not at all. Give ‘em hell, boys.” Bam replied, Grinning.

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Gerard, Bam, and Bert stood outside, waiting for the limo they’d called on the pay phone to arrive. Some girls had gathered across the street, and they were bracing themselves for when one of them plucked up enough courage to come over and talk to them. They were all less than sober, and Bert more so than usual. Gerard was giggling like a schoolgirl, and Bam was closer to completely wasted. When the limo arrived, they figured everything was safe… until Bert insisted on driving. Matt, the driver, couldn’t resist the extra two hundred dollars that mysteriously made its way into his pocket, and he jumped into the backseat. Gerard and Bam traded a look that spelled out trouble, and tossed Matt out of the car at the first red light they came to. Bert floored it, and they began singing ‘Boulevard of broken dreams’ to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star. All was going well, until Bert hit the girl.

She was just crossing the street, the little green man on the sign shining brightly in the dim light of the evening, when the car turned a corner and came out of no where. It was speeding, swerving, and not paying attention. And it hit her, the front left hand side coming into contact with her, and as she fell she could see one of the back seat’s passengers jumping up to push down on the driver’s brake pedal. Her eyes closed as her head smacked the ground, and she opened them a minute later at the feeling of a wet handkerchief being pressed to her forehead. Her eyes were hazy, and it seemed too dark, until one of the two shapes swimming above her turned on a light.

“God Damnit! I didn’t want to die until I was old!” She sighed and lay her head back down, wincing at the pain in the back of her head. Hysteric laughter followed, and she sat up more fully.
“So if I’m not dead, and I’m not, because it hurts like hell, why am I seeing Gerard and Bert?”
“Maybe you are dead, and it only hurts ‘cause you’re in Hell. Tell me, did you ever sin?”
“Bert, quit messing with the poor girl’s head. You’ve screwed it up enough.”
“Where are you guys staying?” Bam asked, from the front seat. The girl turned to look at him.
“Oh. My. God. I’m in a limo with Gerard, Bam, and Bert.”
“Oh, sure. Save me for last.” Bert said, pouting.
“We’re at the Hotel Ala Bam. Not that we knew why it was named that…” Gerard interjected, ignoring Bert and the girl sitting next to him.
“So am I, actually. If you could just drop me off there…”
Gerard and Bam shared a glance via the rear view mirror.
“Look, after Bert here hit you with the limo, the least we can do is get you a drink or two and give you some aspirin.”
“I don’t know… and by the way,” She said, looking at Gerard, “Why are you partying here, when you’re supposed to be in Vegas in a day or two?”
“That’s Bert’s fault, too. He broke our tour bus.”
“Everything’s Bert’s fault! The sky is blue, and it’s Bert’s fault! Well, it may be Bert’s fault, but Bert thinks it’s more amusing when it isn’t Bert’s fault, and they still blame it on Bert.”
“Right. Well, you know what isn’t Bert’s fault?” Bam asked.
“What?” Bert asked.
“We’re here.” Gerard answered. “What was your name?” He asked the girl. She smiled and proffered her hand.
“I’m Shelly.”
“Nice to meet you Shelly. Here, c’mon. Let’s get upstairs and find out if this minibar is the kind you can raid with a nail file and a magnet.” Gerard said, smiling. Bert snorted.
“Why bother? We’re with the guy who owns the place.”
“For once, the crazy fool has a point. Let’s go. Anything you guys want, it’s on the house.” Bam said, handing the Bell hop the keys and telling him the name of the Limo company.

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The rooms the guys had were very nice, much nicer than the closet with a bed that Shelly had downstairs. And it was warm in here, where it had started getting chilly outside. Shelly shrugged off the jacket she had on and dumped it on the floor next to Bam and Gerard’s. Bert was just crazy, and for some reason had on an orange stained shirt over what looked like a slip knot long sleeved tee. Bam pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the “cleaning supplies” closet in the hall. It was full of alcoholic beverages, mixes, and refills for the junk food machines. He grabbed random handfuls of the stuff and gave them to Bert and Gerard to carry in. They got back inside the room, and sat down. The TV was on, but it was just news, and George and the rest of the band was no where in sight. They called room service and ordered a movie, and as they watched, they got madly and uproariously drunk. And discovered that, much to their amazement, Shelly could hold her tequila. Even if she did get tipsy after the sixth glass. Soon they were giggling like a bunch of five year olds on candy, and telling strange stories about their friends.
“…and then she started doing the Time Warp in the middle of the plumbing aisle of Home Depot! Seriously, I thought I was gonna pass out, I was laughing so hard.” Shelly said, waving her hands around like a maniac.
“She sounds like she’d be a fun drunk.” Bert said.
“She’s in Vegas, but she’s got tickets for us to go to you guys’ concert.”
“If you’re from Vegas,” Bam said slowly, trying not to slur his words, “Whaddya doin’ here?”
“My Dad lives here. I’m just visiting.”
“Gotcha. Being Daddy’s li… little girl.” Gerard said, hiccupping.
“Yeah, well, Daddy lets his little girl do whatever the fuck she wants. My parents back home, they’re just pains in the ass.”
“Not so bad as Phil and April, though.”
“This is true.”
They were startled as the door banged open, and Frank and Mikey came through the door. They seemed to be attached by the lips, and Franks’ hand was down the back of Mikey’s pants.
“What the fuck?!” Gerard yelled, jumping off the couch.
Frank and Mikey sprung apart.
“Oh. Hey Gee. I thought you’d still be out.” Mikey said, trying to sound casual, even as he flushed guiltily.
“So what, you’re gay?”
“No, I’m Bi. So’s Frank. Bob and Ray, too.”
“Well, what the fuck! Let’s all just start randomly shagging each other then, shall we?” Gerard asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
“Alright!” Bert yelled, grabbing Bam and kissing him full on the face.
Gerard moaned and sat down, putting his head in his hands. Frank and Mikey took the moment to run into their room.
Shelly grabbed Gerard’s shoulder.
“Hey, it’s okay! Really. Mikey’s a big boy. He can look after himself, right?”
“Yeah, but…”
“No buts! I know you love him, but he’s an adult, right?”
“Yeah…”
“So?”
So he smiled and she hugged him.
And then Bam fell over, because he’d been pushed backwards by Bert.
And Bert fell on the floor. And Bam fell on top of him. And Gee and Shelly fell on top of them.
And then Frank and Mikey came out to see what the problem was.
“Gee, aren’t you being hypocritical? I mean, you threw a fit about me being bi, then I find you in an orgy with two guys and a chick. Who are you, by the way?” Mikey asked, looking at what he could see of Shelly’s face from where it was under Bam’s calf.
“I’m Shelly. Bert hit me with a limo.”
“Bert’s fault!” Bert yelled, his voice slightly muffled.
Gerard started giggling, and then Shelly started. Soon everyone was laughing, even though they had no clue as to why.
They managed to untangle themselves, and Gerard went with Mikey and Frank to talk about their relationship.
Bam excused himself to call home and see how Ray and Bob were getting on with his parents.
Bert looked up at Shelly from where he was laying on the ground. Then he stood up and hugged her.
“O-okay…” She said, hugging him back, then giggling. “You’re so drunk.”
“And horny.” He added agreeably, kissing her neck. She gasped a little, then said,
“Not here! Anyone could walk in on us! And anyways, I’m more of a Gerard fan. Sorry…”
“But Gee and me, we share real nice!” Bert protested.
“But…”
“We really do.” Gee said, from the kitchen door.
“What about the others?”
“Mikey and Frank are kinda busy. Bam, well, um…”
“I’m sorry guys, I have to go save my parents. April’s going crazy, and Phil is best friends with your band members, Gerard.”
Then Bam saw Bert, who was still hugging Shelly.
“Did I miss something?”
“Just go.” Shelly, Gerard, and Bert said at the same time.
“Fine, I can tell when I’m not wanted.” Bam said, good humouredly.
Shelly, Bert, and Gerard moved to Gerard’s room.

Author's Note:
Yes, I have more done. Lots more. Now, depending on how these first two chapters are recieved, I may or may not publish the rest. And yes, there is smut. Lots, and lots of smut. So Review, please! Also, if you find mistakes, typos, spelling or grammatical errors, I apologize. I'm working beta-free, and while I do try to catch most of the mistakes, I ask that you bear with me. Thanks.
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