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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
~*~ still can't think of a name. i'm going to just call it jungle rot or something as stupid i think. suggestions? anyone?~*~

“What the fuck! Ewww! You are washing my sheets asshole!” Frank yelled when he walked into his bedroom at close to two in the afternoon and found a naked Gerard and Ryan cuddling under his sheets.

Ryan sat up and blinked owlishly, “Hi Frankie.” He was still a little drunk.

“Yes Frankie, I’ll wash your sheets.” Gerard said and pulled Ryan back down so they could go back to sleep.

“No, you get out. Go sleep in Autumn’s room. She’s not using it.”

Gerard sat up, “And why isn’t she using it?”

“Because she’s passed out on the couch, with your brother.” He grinned.

Gerard’s eyes bugged out of his head and Ryan looked confused.

“They are both fully clothed of course. Well kind of. Autumn is still pants less.”

“Well well well.” Gerard rubbed his chin, “Maybe I’ll just go wake them up. What?” he smiled evilly, “He’s still
my little brother.”

Frank shook his head, “Well just be careful. I don’t want you to fuck this up for Autumn. You should have seen her all week, moping around, listening to Depeche Mode and The Cure.” He shuddered, “If you make her listen to new wave again, I swear to Max that you’re coming over to snap her out of it.”

“Okay, I promise. Will you hand me my pants?” he held out his hand.

Frank made a disgusted noise and left the room.

Gerard chuckled to himself for a second before leaning over and kissing Ryan, “Good morning.”

Ryan smiled, but looked nervously at the door, “Is he really mad?”

“No. Frankie just likes to cause drama.” Gerard assured him.

“Are you sure?” he still looked doubtful.

“Positive.” Gerard kissed him again.

Ryan relaxed and melted into the kiss.

Both men sprang apart at the loud banging on the door, “Get out!”

“Come on. Let’s go embarrass my little brother a little.” Gerard said, hopping out of bed and pulling on his pants, tossing Ryan his, “Now I finally get to see exactly how it is you get into such tight pants.”

Ryan rolled his eyes and pulled them on, “Much the same way you do. You know, one leg in, then the other, zip. It’s not a difficult concept for most people.”

Gerard smiled, “Ready?” he tugged on his shirt.

Ryan copied him and went to him, “What are you going to do?”

“Oh, not much.” The smile turned into a grin.

They went downstairs, passing an impatient looking Frank in the hall, and into the living room where Mikey was in fact curled up on the couch with Autumn lying mostly on top of him.

Gerard walked up to the couch and grabbed his brother’s hand, removing it from the middle of her back and placing it on her butt. They didn’t even move. He giggled a little as Ryan looked on with widened eyes and placed Autumn’s head at a perfect angle for Mikey to kiss.

“Here!” Frank chucked a bundle of red sheets at Ryan’s chest.

The boy caught them on reflex, “Sorry.” He mumbled.

Gerard tiptoed away from the sleeping forms of his friend and brother and dragged Ryan with him into the laundry room before bursting into wild laughter, “Frankie put on gloves!” he gasped, leaning against the washer. Then he sobered up and looked Ryan in the eye, “Why do you suppose Frankie has latex gloves?”

Ryan shrugged and dumped the sheets into the washer, “I have no idea. What’s he do?”

“Nothing that would involve latex.” Gerard started the washer and added soap, “He works at Barnes and Nobel.”

“Then do you really want to know?” Ryan stepped out of the way so Gerard could reach the softener.

“No.” he shook his head, “I really don’t think I do.”

Suddenly, Ryan grabbed Gerard’s arm and turned the taller man to face him, grey eyes boring deep into
amber, “Gee, I like you, a lot. I like you as a friend,” he blushed, “and lover. But where is this going? Anywhere?”

Instead of answering, Gerard leaned down and kissed Ryan softly, “I like you a lot too.” He laughed lightly, “Fuck dude, you beat all our asses in Halo and you’re an awesome lay. I think I may be in love.”

Ryan laughed with him and pulled his head closer for a deeper kiss.

“Oh come on!” Frank slapped his hand over his eyes as he burst into the laundry room, making his way to the garage.

“Shut the fuck up Frankie!” Gerard slapped him, then locked him in the garage. The only way to get back in the house now was through the backyard, “It’s not even us. He’s like that with everyone.” He assured Ryan, “PDA’s make him sick.”

“That wasn’t public.” Ryan sniffed, “How do they all live here? There’s no privacy!”

“We manage.” Ray said as he reached around them to pull a load of clothes out of the dryer, “Gee, guess who I heard from today?’

“Who?” he asked, following his friend into the kitchen where he folded his underwear on the countertop.

“Fucking Bob. He’s not dead.”

“No way? I haven’t seen him since graduation.” Gerard pulled a bottle of water from the fridge for himself and tossed one to Ryan, “What’s he up to?”

“He’s coming into town for a bit. Wants to see us. Says he can’t believe that we’re all still hanging out.” Ray shook his head, curls bouncing from side to side.

Frank walked in, flipped off Gerard and sat down at the table, “We didn’t all feel the need to disappear into the jungle or wherever the hell it is he’s been.”

“South America.” Ray pointed out, “He’ll be here in a couple of days.”

“Bob was our friend in high school.” Gerard turned to Ryan to explain, “Right after we graduated, I mean he got his diploma and took off without another word. Every once in a while we get postcards or weird things from around the country. Actually mostly Ray. I think he’s the only one that Bob has bothered to keep in touch with, sort of.” He looked to Ray, who nodded in confirmation.

Mikey woke up slowly. He could hear his friends talking in the other room and feel the familiar living room couch under his back. What was out of place was the warm, soft weight on his chest, and under his hand. He opened his eyes and saw he had one arm wrapped around Autumn’s waist that was keeping her from falling off the couch while his other hand was resting on her ass. He squeezed it lightly before he knew what he was doing, nearly startling when he heard Autumn mew a little in sleep. He looked at her face and realized it was only centimeters from his.

Autumn dreamed that Mikey was holding her. He ran his hand down her back and squeezed her butt and she nuzzled into his neck, kissing the skin softly before lifting her face to his.

Mikey barely restrained a moan when he felt her lips on his neck. When she lifted her face, he couldn’t help himself. He kissed her, gently, not wanting to wake her up. She kissed him back, opening her mouth to let out a gentle sigh. Mikey took advantage of this and let his tongue slide past her lips, caressing the inside of her mouth, savoring that wet warmth.

Autumn woke up to find herself looking into amber eyes and full lips kissing her own. She sighed again and let it happen, kissing Mikey harder. She felt his hand on her butt squeeze before his fingers started toying with the lace on the edge of her panties. She arched her hips into his and felt his cock stir.

“Mikey.” She breathed when he released her mouth, startling him.

“Autumn!” he sat up, knocking her off the couch, “I’m so sorry.” He blushed and covered up his lap, where he still sported a respectable bulge.

“Why?” she looked up, hurt, from her vantage point on the floor.

Mikey saw that look in her eyes, one he realized that she’d had on her face many times, and he’s caused it, “No!” he said quickly, “I just meant, you were sleeping, and I, well I couldn’t, I couldn’t-” he looked away, unable to finish the sentence.

“You couldn’t what?” Autumn narrowed her eyes and fought back the tears.

Mikey didn’t see the tears in her eyes, just heard anger in voice, “You know, I just couldn’t.”

“Yeah.” She said and felt a few tears escape, “I know.” She got up and booked it into her room.

Ray poked his head in the room and glared at Mikey, “What the fuck did you do now?”

He shook his head, “I don’t know.”

Ray gave him a disgusted look and turned back into the kitchen. He rolled his eyes at Gerard, “Your brother is a fucktard.”

“Yeah, I know. Trust me, I know.” Gerard had his arms around the back of Ryan’s chair and he was playing with his hair.

Ryan moved his hand to Gerard’s knee and patted it absently, “Why?”

“Sounds like he fucked up with Autumn again.” Frank sighed as they all heard Bauhaus come pouring down the stairs. He glared at Mikey, but said nothing.

“Bob! Good Christ it’s been fucking years!” Autumn hugged the blonde haired man who showed up on the doorstep a day before he was supposed to arrive.

He hugged her back, picking her up and swinging her in a circle, “Hi Autumn. You and Mikey settle down and have babies yet?”

She rolled her eyes and ushered him inside, “Yeah right. Come on. Ray and Frank are here somewhere.”

“Cool.” He set his duffle bag on the floor just inside the entry and stuck his hands in hi s pockets, “So what have you guys been up to?”

“Not much. Working, playing video games. Certainly not as interesting as you running around the world.”

Bob grinned at Frank who had poked his head around the doorway to the kitchen, “Interesting, unpleasant. Fine line. I can’t wait to sleep on something besides dirt and not have to worry about lions or tigers, panthers, malaria, smugglers. Oh do I have some stories for you!”

“Well I think this man needs a beer!” Ray popped up and handed one to Bob, “How the fuck are you doing?”

They embraced and Bob took a long swig of beer, “Ah! I’m doing great.”

“You look great. Nice tan.”

“I brought you guys something.” He pulled a little wooden doll out of the bag that hung from his side, “It’s a good luck idol from this little village waay deep in the Amazon. Well either that or an evil spirit trapped in the wood. I didn’t speak the language that well.” He shrugged and grinned.

Autumn took the doll and examined it. He had coarse black hair and a wide red grin full of teeth, big white eyes and a little grass skirt. He carried a little wooden spear in his hand that was topped with some kind of metal.

Autumn ran her fingers across the top and gasped, dropping the doll to the floor, “It’s sharp!” she put her bloodied fingers in her mouth and glared at it. Her eyes popped wide when she swore she saw its grin stretch.

~*~
for those of you wondering, Max is Max Brooks (who I also do not own) who wrote the Zombie Survival Guide (also not mine) and who i have decided is my new deity because with his guidance, i shall survive the zombie attack when it comes, and it is coming. have no doubt about that. they’ll be here and i’ll be ready. *sharpens machete*
and no, ryan’s just a little emo boy i wished existed.
if you’re still reading, i promise, stuff! stuff is finally going to start happening. thank Zacky for helping me get across that particular block.
review max damnit!!!
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