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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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Five hours, three restroom stops, and two wrong turns later, they made it to town, where it took approximately five minutes to get the part traded out.

“What the fuck? You mean that’s it? You unscrew that, pop it in, screw that back in, and you’re done?” Frankie asked the mechanic.

“Sure. Happens around here all the time.”

Mikey sighed and took Frank’s hand before he could say anything else.

A large sigh of relief came out as they climbed inside to find that George had hired cleaners, and the Mac-n-cheese goop was gone. Bert headed directly for the kitchen, but was pulled back by Bam.

“But I’m huuungry!” Bert whined, sadly.

“As MCR’s official chef, I vote Shelly make us.. um… something to eat.” Mikey said, finishing kinda lamely.

“How much is MCR’s official chef getting paid?” George asked Gerard, frowning.

Gerard winked at Shelly, then tilted his head to nod at Mikey.

“Not in front of the kids!” It took a moment, but George got it and blushed about five hundred shades of red.

Shelly, meanwhile, was looking through the food storage. She closed the fridge and made a face.

“We need to hit a grocery store. All you have is moldy string cheese, a potato, and a few drops of milk.”

“And fifty two boxes of Mac and Cheese left.” Bert added, grinning. Everyone groaned, and George nodded.

“Fine. We’ll get some food. But this is coming out of your salary.” Shelly blinked, then shrugged and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “Bean counter” under her breath. The bus lurched into motion and stopped a few blocks later, in front of a Vons store. Teenagers were quite suddenly surrounding the bus, and Shelly sighed.

“MCR… you guys stay here and distract these… um…”

“Fans.” Gerard said, smiling a little.

“Right. Fans. Bert and George and I will go shopping.” George looked very pleased with this plan, even if Gerard didn’t.

“What about me?” Bam asked, pouting.

“I need you for the shock value. Climb on the roof and do something stupid while we sneak out.” Shelly said, hugging him.

“’Kay. Good luck.”

“Thanks!” Bam opened the top escape hatch of the bus and started doing what sounded suspiciously like a tap dance. Shelly shook her head.

“I’m not even gonna ask.” She said, and crawled quietly, followed by Bert and George, out of the driver’s side door.

After fighting their way through the small crowd, they were home free. They ran like little kids into the store. They wandered up and down the aisles, Shelly picking out the best prices, Bert giggling and poking random boxes and cans, and George just watching Shelly’s choices critically.

They’d gotten just about all that they needed, and were headed for the check out counter, when Bert went off in his way, dragging Shelly along behind him.

“Wha- Bert!” She protested, and he let go of her hand to press his nose against the glass door of the frozen foods aisle.

“Shelly, can we get some Ice Cream?”

“Ask George!”

“George, can we get some Ice Cream?”

“No!”

“But—but…” Bert said, looking like a kicked puppy.

“It’ll keep him from cooking.” Shelly said, and Bert hugged her and nodded.

George sighed, then gave the go ahead. “What kind do you want?”

“Rainbow sherbet. No, chocolate. No, I want… cherry and chocolate! Yeah!”

Shelly went to grab the little cardboard box, but Bert batted her hand aside and grabbed the biggest tub they had.

George looked ready to protest, but Bert grinned and hugged the ice cream to his chest happily. Then He held it at arm’s length as he zipped up his hoodie, and then hugged it again.

“We need some alcohol, too.” He said dreamily. George shrugged.

“Fine. Just hide it from Gerard, okay? We don’t need him going off on a binge again.”

“Yay!” Bert bounced down the aisle with his Ice cream cradled to his chest with one hand, Shelly’s hand in the other, and George following with the cart. People looked at him strangely, but anyone who would have recognized him was outside, Where MCR and Bam were dancing… albeit badly, on the roof of the tour bus.

They finally escaped the store with the groceries, plus Ice Cream and some Sherry.

“Here’s the plan…” Shelly said. “Bert, give me the ice cream. Then, go make a fool of yourself, so the fans look at you. George and me will sneak back in, and then we’ll have the driver pick you up. Deal?”

“Fool?” He snorted, then skipped towards the crowd singing ‘It’s a small world’ at the top of his lungs.

Shelly and George made a mad dash for the bus, made it inside, and dropped the bags on the table. George started putting stuff away, starting with the Sherry, which he hid under the sink. Shelly grabbed the leg on the pants of the person nearest the hatch, which was still open. They belonged to Ray.

“We’re back. Get everyone in here so we can go save Bert.”

Ray smiled thankfully and tugged on Bob’s sleeve as Shelly ducked back inside and tucked the Ice Cream safely in the freezer.

Five minutes and countless screaming fan-girls later, Bert was back inside, though his hoodie had lost a sleeve.

“Damn stupid cheap ass sweatshirt.” He said, fingering the stump of his sleeve, then shrugging and settling down.

“You were very brave.” Shelly said, kissing him next to his nose. He smiled, scrunched down low in the kitchen chair, and fell asleep.

“What about us? We had to tap dance on the fricking roof of the bus!” Bam said, crossing his arms grumpily.

“Where did you learn to tap dance, anyway?”

Bam blushed, and muttered, “Ape made me learn for my aunt’s wedding.”

“Tap dancing at a wedding?” Gerard asked, looking fit to giggle.

“We’re from Pennsylvania. It’s better to tap dance than do the Beer Barrel Polka.”

“That’s Wisconsin. Seriously.” Mikey said.

“Yeah, no polka-ers here, thanks.” Frank said.

“Anyway…” Shelly said, lurching as the bus started and sitting down next to Bert.

“What do you do to amuse yourselves on tour?”

“Movies.” Mikey said, shrugging.

“Video games!” Ray yelled, jumping into his bunk and grabbing his controller off the shelf.

“He’s working on beating one of those driving games.” Gerard explained.

“Which one?” Bam asked, suddenly interested.

Ray rattled off some intricately titled game over the tapping of the play station keys.

“Nice!” Bam said, apparently understanding the long list of letters and numbers that made up the game’s name, and moving over to sit next to the bottom bunk.

“You can play him on my consul.” Mikey said, digging through his trunk, looking for Jaws.

“I’ll play too.” Bob said, flopping down on his own bunk while Bam jumped up on Mikey’s.

Frank was sitting on the couch, and Mikey sat down next to him, slapping his feet up and onto a box of clothes, which served as a coffee table. Gerard sat down across the table from Bert, and Shelly pulled out some stuff to make Lasagna.

Gerard looked up at her curiously.

“Why didn’t you just buy a frozen lasagna from the store, instead of the other stuff?”

“Because… my lasagna tastes better!”

“But it takes forever, and we could be in the back room… entertaining ourselves, instead.” He said, making a pouting puppy-dog face.

Shelly turned around to look Gee in the face, just as one of Bert’s eyes snapped shut. She smiled a little, then patted Gee’s hand.

“But I enjoy cooking. You could help, you know.”

“Oh, no. Nuh-uh! You can’t get me to cook. When Bert here cooks, he makes things explode.” Bert’s lips twitched, but Gerard didn’t notice. “I make things melt. Like plastic spoons. Apparently, they don’t do so good in the oven.” Shelly giggled.

“Fine. Don’t help. But don’t just sit there and stare at me like that. It’s creepy!”

Gee chuckled, and stood up as Shelly turned around, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I’m creepy?” He asked, pretending to be hurt.

“Creepy, but hot.” Shelly said, trying to turn in his grasp and face him.

“Damn Straight. No matter how bent I may be.” Shelly laughed.

“Go find something to do, or I’ll have to find something for you to do.”

Gee wandered off towards his bunk and closed the curtains.

“Now then, Bert, would you like to make a salad to go with this lasagna?” Shelly asked.

But by this time, Bert really was asleep. Shelly smiled to herself and went back to her lasagna preparations.

A/N: Yay for reviews. They make me (and Shelly, who just found out this was up here) VERY happy. Reviews saved me from strangulation. So keep them coming! Smut next chapter. :D
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