Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

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.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Shelly brushed the tears out of her eyes. Gerard came into the room, looking for his belt, and she quickly wiped at her eyes and nose.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, concern coloring his voice.

“It’s just that I’ve really enjoyed myself with you guys, and now I have to leave, and you may not even make it to the concert, and I think I’m in love with you!”

Her eyes grew round and large as she realized what she’d just said.

“I’m sorry!” Shelly muttered, grabbing her jacket and racing out the door.

Gerard followed mutely, not even staying long enough to notice Bam’s worried expression, or Bert sniffing his armpits and asking, “Was it something I said?”

He caught up with her at the bus stop across the street, where she was zipping her hoodie closed against the cold.

“Shelly?” He asked quietly, and her head jerked upwards. She offered a weak smile.

“I’m sorry Gee! I didn’t mean--”

“But you did mean it, and that’s why it’s important. Shelly, how old are you?”

“Twenty two. Don’t worry, I’m legal.”

“I wasn’t too worried. But the thing is, I’m six years older than you.”

“And?”

“And I move around a lot, and I’m not always sober, and I’m not always gentle, or polite. Hell, I’m not even always Gerard.”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is,” he said, stopping to look her in the eye, “I’m not the easiest person to love. Most of the little fan girls love me until they know me, and then I’m just another famous asshole to them. You’ve seen me at my worst, my most drunken, horny, and hung-over states. And here you are running from me because you’re afraid you’re falling in love with me.”

“I never said I was smart.”

“No, but you don’t need to. Why don’t you make a few calls, cancel your flight, and ride with us to the concert? If you still think you’re falling for me when we get to Vegas, we’ll talk about pursuing a relationship. Deal?”

“Do me a favor?” Shelly asked, extending her hand, palm down. “Pinch that.”

Gerard laughed and pinched her gently, and she yelped, then socked him in the shoulder before heading back to the hotel.

Neither one of them noticed Bam and Bert lurking in the shadows, or the hurt playing across their faces.

o0o

“No, I’m fine. I met up with the band here, and I’m going with them. …It’s sort of a long story. Alright. Love you too. Bye.”

Shelly snapped her cell phone closed and rubbed her forehead, sighing.

“Remember what I said last night about my parents not being as bad as April and Phil?”

“Yeah?” Bam said, smiling a little.

“I take it back.”

Bert laughed.

“You know, I think most people are convinced they have the world’s worst parents. I mean, they either care too much or not enough. The human heart can never be satisfied with its lot, we keep having to try and find ways to make our lives better. It’s like we enjoy wallowing in our misery.”

Everyone looked stunned.

“That… is the soberest thing I have ever heard you say.” Gerard told Bert, talking slowly.

“And rather philosophical, too.” Bam added.

Bert giggled.

“I found the key to the supply closet!”

George walked in.

“Okay guys, here’s the deal: We can’t get the part shipped in here, but the store in the next valley, which is about sixteen miles away, will have it. So, we’re ordering a bus and a tow truck, and hitting the road.”

A chorus of ‘Yes!’ followed this statement.

Then George did a double take.

“Bam, Bert, Frank, Mikey, Gee, Ray, and Bob I know. Who’re you?”

“I’m Shelly.” She said, rising and leaning over the table to offer her hand, her breasts becoming quite nearly exposed as she officially met the MCR tour manager.

“The story, in short, is that Bert hit her with a stolen limo last night, and she’s agreed not to press charges, and to cook for us, in exchange for a ride to Vegas.” Gerard said, smirking.

“…right.” George said faintly, still trying to sort out what he’d just learned.

“Well, we’re off for a quick dip in the lake before we head out, okay?”

“’Kay. I guess I’ll get the place packed up.”

“Works for us.”

o0o

“Let him up!” Shelly yelled at Bam, unaware that Bert was approaching from behind.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want to kill any more brain cells by starving him of oxygen. He needs everything he’s got.” Mikey said. Bam shrugged and let Gee up. Gee gulped air, then socked Bam in the shoulder. Bam socked him back, less than playfully. Of course, Gerard retaliated by dunking Bam under the water. Bert, giggling silently whilst carefully unclasping Shelly’s bathing suit top, noticed the problem and abandoned his games to try and help Bam. Shelly, alerted by Bert’s splash, followed him to where Bam was just regaining the surface and looking fit to kill Gee.

“Stop!” she yelled, unheeded. Bert and Bam reached Gerard at the same time, a fist connecting with his jaw, and an open palm smacking him on the back of the head.

Shelly kicked off the bottom of the lake and swam into the fray as Mikey and Frank began heading towards the trouble. Shelly was pushed under the water, where someone accidentally kicked her in the thigh, and someone else hit her on the head. Bert was sporting a split lip when she came up for air, and she noticed she’d somehow lost her top. The fight had somehow managed to come up out of the water, but that just made things worse.

Ray and Bob were across the street from the lake, getting food, when the police car arrived.

o0o

“Oh My God! It’s Gerard Way! And Frankie! And Mikey! And Bam? And… Bert!”

The shrill voice of fan girls was making all their ears burn.

Everyone but Gerard thanked God for limited visiting hours. Gerard, being an atheist, was grateful, but not religiously so.

Overnight in the local jail meant prime rooms, one for all the men, arrested for disturbing the peace, and one for Shelly and a few other random women, mostly drunk college kids. Shelly was arrested for indecent exposure, due to her lost top. The fan girls were raising money, and George kept trying to bribe the sheriff with front row tickets and back stage passes to concerts.

Bert busied himself with yanking out one of his hairs at a time and pressing it against his tongue, then seeing how long the spit beads would hang on. Gee kept banging his knuckles rhythmically against the bars of the cell, probably writing a song… or going crazy. Bam was banging his head against the bunk’s pillow.

Frank and Mikey were talking quietly and exchanging kisses on the top bunk.

Shelly, visible dimly across the hall, was asleep with the hoodie she’d borrowed from Bam draped over her head.

As the last of the fans filed out, a sigh of relief could be heard from all. Bam sat up, hitting his head hard on the top bunk and disturbing Frankie and Mikey.

Bam, trying hard to sound casual, asked, “Whatcha writing, Gee?”

Gerard smiled. Then, in a sing song voice, started speaking.

“Twinkle twinkle little star, oh my mind has wandered far. I’m not here, you can’t hurt me, best thing to do is LET ME BE!!!!”

“ugggh, my head…” came a plaintive voice from the women’s cell. Gerard blinked, and Bert dropped his hair.

“Shelly?” they asked together, then shooting evil glares at each other, scowled.

“My head! Quiet down!” yelled the same girl, probably younger than Shelly.

“This is all your fault, you know.” Bam said, conversationally.

“My fault? You dunked me!” Gerard said hotly.

“Because you never stopped to think maybe we liked Shelly too!” Bam shot back.

“I thought we were together together!” Bert said sadly, appearing to be speaking to his finger nails.

“Is that what you were fighting over? My God, boys are so stupid about some things!” Shelly said, dropping her game of feigning sleep.

“Oh, do you believe in God, Shelly?” Gerard asked, ignoring the rest.

“Boys may be stupid, but girls are stupiderer!” Bert said smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.

At this point, general babble came to be all that one could hear.

“My head! If you don’t shut--”

“--can’t believe you split his lip and gave Gee a black eye because we’re dat--”

“should know better than to spy on me! I mean, honestly--”

“My Head hurts!”

“Oh, Frank, yes!”

“Shelly, when we get outta here the three of us will take turns fucking you senseless, and then we’ll see who you like best.”

The last came from Bam, who was trying to keep a level head, even if he was in jail with the guys he’d just had a brawl with.

Silence followed, with the blonde girl in Shelly’s cell giggling.

“He said fuck. And he’s prettiful.”

Before anyone could think of an answer to that one, George, April, Phil, Ray, Bob, and the representative from the fan girls walked in, along with an officer.

“We got you out!” the girl squealed happily.

“All five of you!”

“But… there are six of us.” Gerard said, confused.

“What? Who else?”

Shelly came up to the bars behind the girl.

“Hi.” she said, poking her hand out to shake. “I’m Shelly.”

“Gerard’s girlfriend, and MCR’s official cook.” Bert added helpfully.

The girl reached quickly into her purse, and before any one could react, she pulled out a digital camera and snapped eight or so pictures of Shelly, Gerard, Bert, Bam, and Frank and Mikey, who were, mercifully, still dressed.

“I bet I can sell these to the press for some major cash!” She said happily, running out.

A groan came from all concerned, and George went back with the officer to negotiate Shelly’s way out of prison as well.

o0o

Once the band, plus Bam and Shelly, were comfortably showered, changed, and settled in the back of their rented stretch limo, being driven, once again, by Matt, everything calmed down, Sort of.

Bert was asleep. Shelly was almost asleep, her head laying on Gerard’s right shoulder. Gerard was writing something… very slowly and very sloppily, with his left hand, to try and avoid bothering Shelly. Bam was on Shelly’s other side, playing with her hair.

Mikey was diving in the minibar in search of some vodka, and Frank was reading Playboy. Ray was trying to do a crossword puzzle with one chopstick, and Bob had his headphones on, and was banging a pencil and the other chopstick in the air. They’d been driving for almost an hour and a half, and it was getting to be dinner time. George, who was sitting up front with Matt, had him stop at a local 50’s diner looking place.

Author's Note:

Thanks Again for all the encouragement, and all the reviews. Oh, the smut has not ended yet. No, not by a long shot. In fact, there's more next chapter. Providing you review, of course. ;)
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Shelly's Wish