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Either It's Good Luck Or Horrifying Bad	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1640 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-untitled
- 2-ch 2
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-i lost count...
- 8-ch 8
- 9-9 (i remembered!)
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-the end
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Autumn got back to the house she shared with Ray and Frank a little after four. She tended bar at one of the few bars in Rancho, so it was a busy night, even on a Sunday. And after spending eight hours on her feet, taking shit form drunken men and dodging the passes her boss made at her, it was a relief to get home, make herself a sandwich, take off the ridiculously tight outfit that served as her work uniform and turn on her computer.

“You guys up?” she called as she passed the other two bed rooms on the way to hers at the end of the hall. As the only girl in residence, it was determined that she got the master bedroom with its own bathroom.

“We’re trying to find that cave with all the dog things and finish this damned gathering mission!” Ray called back, “Get your ass on here because you’re the only one who knows where it is!”

“Please.” Frank added from his own room.

She smiled and logged onto her Warcraft account, immediately typing into the Guild Chat.

FallxXxShadow: Hey guys. Sorry to be so late but I had to break down the bar tonight.

AfroFighter: Whatever. Where the fuck are we going?

Mikers: Give it a rest Ray! He’s been going on for the last half hour about how lost we are and there’s Alliance lurking about.

Skelletor: They are but a bunch of us already kicked the shit out of them. They’re not a threat anymore.

Gee: So where are we headed Autumn?

FallxXxShadow: This way.

The five friends played together from their respective houses until long after the sun had come up.

Gerard ended up being the first to leave. He had a class over at Chaffey Community College at eleven AM and decided he needed to get a little sleep.

Gee: I’m out guys. Got class in a couple hours.

FallxXxShadow: See ya G. Don’t forget about tonight.

Gee: Be there. Late.

Gee has signed out.

Mikers: Shit! Gonna be late for work. See you guys tonight.

Mikers has signed out.

Ray, Autumn and Frank didn’t bother typing their communication after the two men left the game. They just opened their doors and yelled to each other. It went faster than having to type out everything to each other so they could coordinate their battle strategies quicker.

With this advantage, the Horde team swiftly beat the dog things in the cave and successfully completed the quest.

“All right!” Ray logged off and stood, stretching, his back popping like gunshots, “Who’s hungry?”

Autumn and Frank peered out of their doors and considered his question.

“You buy, I’ll drive.” Autumn said, fixing her tank top.

“Denny’s it is then.” Ray said, trying to find he shoes that matched what he was wearing, “Frankie?”

“Course I’m starving!” he slipped his feet into a battered pair of flip flops and headed down the stairs with
Autumn, “Come on fluffy! We’re hungry!”

Ray grumbled at the name, but pulled on some shoes that he found under the bed and went to join the other two.

Mikey logged on to his AIM account to see who was online. His list chimed and told him Autumn and Frank were on. He opened a chat room and invited them in.

FistFullOfMetal: Hey guys. Don’t you ever sleep?
PenceyPrepAlumni: Nope. Too busy screwing your mom.
Banshee: Funny Frankie. I happen to know that the only thing screwing you is the federal government about that misdemeanor pot charge.
FistFullOfMetal: HAHA! Got you there buddie.
Banshee: Working hard Mikey?
FistFullOfMetal: Sure. Busy busy busy.
FistFullOfMetal: Shouldn’t you be sleeping too Autumn?
FistFullOfMetal: WOW till 8. I can’t believe I’m awake.
Banshee: I never sleep. Creatures of the night need no rest! *evil laugh*
PenceyPrepAlumni: That and she wanted to talk to you.
*bruce_WAYne has entered the room*
bruce_WAYne: This class is going to kill me!
Banshee: Aren’t you supposed to be doing, like work or something?
bruce_WAYne: Supposed to.
bruce_WAYne: But I’m so bored my eyeballs are falling out of my head.
PenceyPrepAlumni: Doubt it.
PenceyPrepAlumni: Still coming down to the pad tonight?
bruce_WAYne: Course.
FistFullOfMetal: I’ll bring the booze.
Banshee: As if we’d run out.
PenceyPrepAlumni: But who’s going to look a gift bottle in the mouth?
bruce_WAYne: Me, as I empty it.
FistFullOfMetal: Mind if I bring a friend?
Banshee: Who you got?
FistFullOfMetal: That chick I met at that Union13 show last month. We’ve been seeing each other.
*Banshee has left the chat room*

It was a common courtesy within their small group not to tell Mikey about Autumn’s feelings for him. But it made for some awkward moments whenever he brought dates to “family gatherings.” And some really bad boyfriends for Autumn.

Frank sighed to himself and signed out of the chat, wishing Ray was there to help him talk to Autumn, especially as he heard the tortured strains of Lacuna Coil pour out of her room.

But Ray was at work in the local bank, so he stood and went to Autumn’s door. He knocked loudly.

“I’m sleeping.” She yelled over the music.

“The fuck you are.” He shouted back and opened the door.

Autumn was lying on her bed, crying softly into her pillow.

Frank turned the stereo down a few hundred decibels so he could hear himself think and sat on the bed with her, “Why don’t you just tell him?”

“You know why. It’s been like ten years. If he hasn’t noticed by now, it’s because he doesn’t think of me that way, and if I say anything, it will just get weird.” She said mournfully.

“You know he’s retarded. He probably doesn’t have a clue.”

“Would it take you ten years to notice if someone liked you?”

He didn’t say anything for a second, “I’m not as stupid as he is.”

She looked up, streaks of mascara running down her face, “That’s debatable.”

He smiled and put an arm around her, “Come on. Let’s go downstairs and get a head start on the other guys. I’ll be bartender tonight.”

She smiled back weakly, “Do I get to pinch your butt and make inappropriate comments about your breasts?

“Sure, but you’ve also got to tip me.”

Gerard let himself into his friend’s house. He could already hear Autumn and Frank arguing about something and the sounds of Super Smash Bros. on the Wii. He surprised Ray coming out of the kitchen.

“Hey Gerard. They started without us.”

“I figured. Did you hear Mikey’s bringing a date?”

“Yeah. I could guess that by the empties in the trash.” He shook his head and handed Gerard the screwdriver he’d made for himself, turning back into the kitchen to make another one.

Gerard winced, “How bad?” he sipped the drink, toes curling a bit because Ray made strong drinks.

“A bottle of Southern Comfort, a bottle of Fade-erade and a lot of beer.” He sighed.

“Oh wow.” Gerard sincerely hopped he wouldn’t have to take his friends to the hospital.

“My thoughts exactly. But she’s whoopin all our asses on Smash somehow.”

Gerard laughed and went to the living room to join Frank and Autumn.

“Gerard!” Autumn shrieked and leapt up to hug him, forgetting about the game.

“Hey Autumn. How are you?” he said, carefully putting his drink down on the table next to the couch so he could hug her back.

“I’m drunk.” She announced before giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

He looked down at her and agreed with her assessment. He eyes were glazed, cheeks red, her ponytail was falling out and the straps of her dress were falling down her shoulders.

“I can see that sweetie. Exactly how much have you had to drink?”

“Enough.” Suddenly she remembered the game, “Oh! I was beating Frankie’s ass!” and she flopped back onto the floor to play.

“Wow.” Gerard whispered to Ray as they sat on the couch to watch the cartoon carnage unfold.

“Yeah.” Ray looked worried. He hadn’t seen Autumn get this drunk since the year they all turned twenty one. He
was afraid she was going to do something stupid tonight and was dreading Mikey’s arrival with his date in tow.
Thought heralded the man and he entered the room with a skinny gutter punk chick in tow.

“Hi gang.” He said, sparing one worried look at Autumn and Frank, who looked plastered before gesturing to his date, “This is Sheila. Sheila, this is Ray, Gerard, Autumn and Frank.”

“Hello.” Frank said from the floor, “Pull up a controller and make yourself at home.”

She looked at them with barely concealed distaste and shook her short green hair out of her eyes, “Can you get me a beer?” he asked Mikey.

“Sure. Go ahead and sit. Ray only looks creepy I promise.” He said and gave her a nudge toward the couch.

“Ray does not look creepy!” Autumn yelled after Mikey before returning to the game, “Hey, how come I’m not this good sober?” she asked Frank.

“I don’t know. I think it’s just that I’m too drunk to give you a proper fight.” He said as the game ended with another victory for her. He handed the controller to Gerard, “Here. Kick her ass.”

“Gimme one too.” Ray said, holding out his hand for one of the other remotes.

Frank handed him a spare remote and looked up at Mikey when he walked in with a couple of beers, “You playing man?”

He nodded and sat down next to Sheila, handing her one of the beers, “Bring it on. Who’s reigning champ?”

“I am.” Autumn slurred, raising her hand and temporarily restoring one of her straps to its rightful place.

“Prepare to go down beotch.” He said and selected his character.

They played six rounds with Autumn still the undisputed champ before the guys gave up.

Mikey held the controller out to Sheila, “Want to try?”

“No, thanks.” She finished off her beer and set it down on the current issue of Game Informer, “I don’t play
video games.”

Autumn removed the beer from the magazine and set it down on the table, taking the book in her hands, she said, “Well you’re sure in the wrong house.”

“Obviously.” Sheila rolled her eyes.

Ray couldn’t help but snicker a little. Autumn was usually much quieter, but the alcohol in her system had short circuited her ability to think about what she was saying before she said it. As was proved by her next comment.

“What the fuck is your problem?” she turned to Mikey, “Mikey, the last girl you brought over wasn’t this bitchy. Why don’t you try and find a date with some basic respect for the way things go in other people’s pads.” She glared at the other girl.

Ray absolutely could not help himself. He burst out laughing. That started Gerard and Frank going. Mikey was shocked. Autumn was usually nice. She had never said an unkind word about his girlfriends until they’d broken up.

Sheila got angry, “You stupid whore!” she turned to Mikey, who hadn’t moved, “You’re just going to let that bitch talk shit to me?”

Mikey shook his head, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into her.”

Frank let out another giggle, “Half a bottle of Southern Comfort and a third a bottle of vodka.”

“Alcoholic slut.” Sheila spat.

“Fucking bitch!” Autumn stood.

“Why don’t you come over here and say that?”

“What? Did I not speak clearly?”

Mikey stood and put is hands out, “Guys, stop!”

“You’re taking that bitch’s side?” Sheila folded her arms across her chest, glaring at him.

“No, I’m not taking anyone’s side.” He said quickly.

“It doesn’t matter whose side you’re on.” Autumn said quiet suddenly, and whispered, “Because she’s going home
with you.” This was her exiting line as she staggered up the stairs to her room.

Mikey started to follow, but Sheila grabbed his arm, “Can we leave now?” she didn’t wait for an answer, but stood and left the house, slamming the door behind her.

Mikey shook his head and looked helplessly at the other guys, “What the fuck was that about?”

Ray shook his head, “You really are a moron.” He went upstairs to make sure Autumn was alright.

Gerard and Ray shook their heads as well.

Mikey knew when he was dismissed, “Are you guys hanging out here all night?” at their nods he said, “I’ll be back after I take Sheila home.”

Gerard sagged back against the couch, “Shit Ray.”

“Yeah.” He agreed, “That sucked.”

Upstairs Ray had his arms around Autumn, who was crying soundlessly into his shoulder.

“That was really stupid.” She whispered.

“Yeah. But Sheila was a bitch.” Ray patted her back.

“I shouldn’t have done that. What the fuck is wrong with me?” she looked up into Ray’s eyes, “How about you and me run away together?”

“Sweetheart, you know I’m not your type.”

“Yeah. You’re too nice.”

“I really am.” He agreed and kissed her forehead, “Do you want to stay here and pass out or go back downstairs?”

She stood and wiped away her mascara tracks, “Let’s go down. I don’t want to sit up here and be miserable.”

They rejoined Gerard and Frank on the couch.

“Sorry.” Autumn muttered.

“Fuck it.” Frank said and hugged her.

Gerard cleared his throat, “What’s the entertainment for the rest of the night?”

Frank snapped his fingers at Autumn, “Dance!”

She shoved him into Gerard, “Fuck off.” she laughed.

“Well someone has to entertain us, and I really don’t want to watch Gerard strip.”

“Hey!” Gerard gasped in mock hurt, “A lot of people would pay good money to see all this.” He gestured to his body.

“Right.” Ray rolled his eyes, “What people?”

Autumn was throwing up in the bathroom by the time Mikey got back. He let himself in and walked up to his friends, “Some one want to tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“You fucking jerk.” Ray said, deciding that enough was enough, “You really don’t know?”

His look changed to one of confusion, “No! What the hell?”

“In ten years you’ve never noticed that Autumn has a thing for you?” Frank said, taking his cue from Ray.

“She does?”

“You’ve never noticed? She’s been flirting with you since seventh grade.” Ray pointed out.

“She flirts with everyone.”

“Yeah, but if you had any kind of sense, you’d know that she means it when it’s with you. She just hasn’t wanted
to say anything because she’s afraid you wouldn’t want to be with her.”

Mikey sat abruptly, “Why would she think that?”

“Because in ten years, you’ve never made a pass at her.”

“But she’s my friend.”

“So? What’s wrong with her anyway?”

“Nothing!” he said hurriedly, “She’s beautiful, and funny and smart and plays Halo like a fucking maniac.” He said thoughtfully.

“Why don’t you tell her that?” Ray asked, sitting forward.

“I just don’t want to ruin a friendship.” He stood and climbed the stairs. Autumn’s bedroom door was open and he could hear Nine Inch Nails playing quietly as he went in, “Autumn?”

She was brushing her teeth, clutching the sink for dear life because she was afraid of falling over, and dressed only in shorts and a tank top, “What do you want?”

“Are you alright?” he sat on the bed.

“Fine. I always feel great after I get wasted, make an ass out of myself and puke.” She said, spitting in the
sink, “Now if you don’t mind I’m going to pass out now and hope I drank enough that I won’t remember anything I said or did tomorrow.” She flopped face first on the bed.

“Will you talk to me?”

“About what?” her voice was muffled by her pillow.

Mikey put a hand on the back of her shoulder.

“Don’t touch me Mikey. I’m still very drunk and I don’t trust myself not to do something stupid if you touch me.”

He pulled his hand back, “Autumn, please.”

She pulled a pillow over her head.

Mikey sighed and left the room.

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so?? what do you think? i promise it gets better. review please?? it would make me happy!
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