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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
“What the fuck is that?” Gerard asked when he and Ryan entered the living room.

Bob’s wooden idol sat on top of the living room computer, looking ugly.

“Bob brought it from somewhere in the Amazon. It’s either good luck or some kind of horrifying bad.” Autumn said from her position on the couch where she was playing Crackdown.

“Oh sweet! You got Crackdown!” Ryan plopped onto the couch next to her and watched her play.

Gerard watched for a second before going to find one of the other guys.

Bob was sitting with Ray out in the backyard, “Bob! What the fuck is up?”

Bob stood and both men embraced, “Hey Gee. How have you been?”

“Not bad. Jesus Christ you look good for a vagabond.” Gerard smiled and lit a cigarette.

He laughed, “Thanks. Ray’s been filling me in on all that I missed.”

“Four years of stuff. That’s got to take a while.” He sat down on the stairs, “Sup Ray?”

“Nothing. Did you see that weird ass thing that Bob brought?” Ray asked.

“Yeah. Nice.” He exhaled smoke.

“So, did you bring your man over?” Bob asked teasingly.

Gerard blushed, “Yeah. He’s inside with Autumn.”

“What’s with her and Mikers?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t fucking know. My brother’s a bitch.” He shook his head, “Tell me about the world outside of the 909.”

“It’s a big fucking place, let me tell you. I seen some shit that you wouldn’t believe. You know there’s place out in Prague where you can get any kind of drink in the world. I lived there for like a month and went there every night, ordering drinks and never found one that the bartenders didn’t know how to make, by heart. They even had absinthe, the good kind with all the poison. And Russia, man the vodka’s like a dollar a bottle. Good shit too. Except we ended up having to burn it for warmth.” He looked at the door where Frank and Mikey walked out, “Mikey fucking Way!” he stood and grabbed the other man in a bear hug. There was an audible sound as a few of Mikey’s vertebra popped.

“Wow Bob. I can’t believe it’s really you.” Mikey shook his head laughing. He looked over to Gerard, “You know Ryan’s sitting inside all by himself?”

“What happened to Autumn?” her asked, putting his cigarette out.

Mikey shrugged.

“Come on. Take me to meet this new man of yours.” Bob hooked an arm around Gerard’s neck and dragged him inside.

“Looks like rain.” Ray said absently.

It rained, hard. There was lighting and thunder as well. There were simultaneous curses of frustration throughout the house as lightning struck a transformer and all the computers surged.

Mikey, who was on the living room computer hissed as he got a shock from the keyboard and nearly fell over backward. To add insult to injury, his movement had jarred the doll loose and it tumbled off the monitor, landing with its spear right in Mikey’s thigh.

He yowled in pain and jumped up, dislodging it, “Fuck!”

“What happened?” Ray yelled down from his room.

“Bob’s fucking demon thing stabbed me in the goddamned leg!” Mikey pressed his hand to the wound, cursing and trying to find the kitchen in the dark. He turned on the stove so he would have some light to see by and pressed a wad of paper towels to it.

“Are you alright?” Ray asked, coming into the room with a flashlight.

“Everyone okay?” Gerard hollered from Autumn’s room.

“I’m fine. That shit hurt.” Mikey took the paper towels away when he was sure the bleeding stopped.

The lights flickered back on just as Frank made his way inside with Bob at his heels, “What’s with the lights?”

“Power outage.” Ray said.

“You better check your comp. I was on it when it went.” Bob said.

“Shit.” Frank went up the stairs to check on his beloved computer.

“I hope Autumn’s alright.” Ray said thoughtfully.

Autumn sighed and tugged her tube top back into place, wishing she’d thought to bring a jacket since it was currently pouring. She was on her break at the bar she worked at. Andre’s was a hip little spot that was open most of the nights of the week. The owner, Jeff Liberman, made the uniform for the bartenders, who were all female, a little blue tube top and a tiny black skirt. It was half the reason the place was so successful and part of the reason Autumn hated her job. Another part was the men that ogled her and made irritating passes at her, sometimes refusing to take no for an answer.

The rest of the reason walked out the back door, looking her up and down with an undisguised leer, “Autumn baby, I’m going to have to ask you to close tonight. Tiffany had to take off early and she said you’d cover.”

Autumn sighed again, knowing the other bartender had said no such thing, “Fine whatever. Just remember that this is overtime.” She stood and walked back into the bar, choosing to ignore the light brush that may have been a hand down the back of her skirt. She wormed her way through the crowd and ducked under the bar, “What time are you bugging out?” she asked Renee, another bartender.

“In an hour. I heard Jeff say he was going to ask you to close.” She answered, not missing a beat with the martini and Blue Hawaiian she was mixing.

“Yeah.” Autumn turned to the next customer at the bar and started making the Cosmopolitan, “Tried to blame it on Tiff.”

Renee snorted before smiling big at the man who put a large tip in the jar.

Autumn started to make a martini, shaken. No one ever asked for them stirred at this bar. She tried in vain to keep her breasts form jiggling, but had no luck. At least she got a big tip.

She caught Liberman staring at her from across the bar and briefly wished for his untimely demise. Making a Jaeger Bomb for another customer, she thought about all the ways she would love to make him suffer.

The group at large jumped up, faces full of concern when Autumn burst into the house, dripping wet and crying.

“What happened?” Ray asked, going over to her and wrapping his arms around her, “We were getting worried. You were supposed to get off hours ago.”

She buried her face in his neck, “Nothing. Just a shitty night at work. Tiff took off and I had to close.” She pulled away, “I’m fine.” She said with a watery smile and went upstairs. They heard her shower turn on and the stereo start blasting Rammstein.

“Liberman.” Gerard said through gritted teeth.

Ray, Frank and Mikey assumed similar expressions of anger.

Bob and Ryan looked confused.

After a bit Autumn came back downstairs dressed much more comfortably in tight black jeans and an oversized black t-shirt with Magical Trevor on it.

Frank handed her a glass, “You look in desperate need of a drink.” He resumed his seat next to Mikey on the loveseat.

She smiled at him and took a long swallow, “Ray made this didn’t he?”

Ray winked at her.

“Did the power go out? My alarm clock’s flashing.” She asked sitting down in between Ray and Bob on the couch.
For the last week she’d been avoiding Mikey.

Much to his frustration as he kept trying to get close to her, at least to explain, “Yeah. That computer shocked me.”

“And Frankie stabbed him.” Ray grinned.

Autumn looked at Frank, “What?”

Frank shook his head, “Not me!”

“We decided to call the statue thingy Frankie since it’s short and ugly, just like our Frankie.” Gerard grinned.

Frank flipped him off.

Autumn laughed, nearly spilling her drink, “Hey, was my computer on when the power went?”

“Yeah.” Mikey said, “Gee was on it. But I checked it out and everything’s fine.”

“Thanks.” She barely acknowledged him.

“So finish your story about the haunted castle!” Gerard said to Bob, shifting Ryan on his lap so they could sit in the computer chair more comfortably.

“Alright. I was Ireland and me and a group of other people decided to spend the night in one of the castles. It wasn’t supposed to be haunted. I mean it was on any of the brochures or anything like that. It was just some moldering old castle. Anyway, we’re trying to find a place where there isn’t water leaking, when suddenly-”

Someone screamed as the power went out again.

Everyone looked around as the power came back on, trying to determine who the scream came from.

Ryan looked around as well, but there was a telltale blush on his cheeks.

“You scream like a girl.” Frank said unnecessarily.

Ryan blushed harder, “Fuck off.”

“Aww, he’s embarrassed!” Frank teased.

“Shut up!” Ryan grabbed Frankie from the top of the monitor and threw him at Frank, “Dick.”

“Ouch damnit!” Frank laughed. The thing hit him right between the eyes, scratching his forehead, “Bob, your stupid jungle man hates us. So far three of us have had it draw blood.” He wiped some out of his eye

“I think it’s because he likes you.” Bob said, laughing.

“Or maybe it’s because he knows you’re a dick.” Ryan stuck his tongue out.

“Oh yeah?” Frank chucked the doll back at Ryan.

Ryan batted it out of the air and right into Gerard, scraping his arm with the spear.

“Ow!” Gerard jumped up, picking up the doll and setting him back on the computer, “Fucking stop throwing the damned thing!”

“Sorry man.” Frank chuckled, clearly not sorry at all.

“Guys, can I ask a favor?” Autumn said suddenly, “Do you think one of you could come with me to work tomorrow
and just sort of, hang out until I get off at 10?”

“I’ve got to work till 10.” Gerard said, looking around at the other guys.

“I don’t get off till twelve.” Frank said, hazel eyes full of concern.

Autumn looked at Ray.

The panic in her eyes worried him, “I’m sorry sweetie. I’m going out of town with Jim and the guys.”

She looked at Bob, “I’m making the obligatory familial visit.” He shrugged.

“I’ll do it.” Ryan volunteered.

“Baby, you can’t get into the bar.” Gerard reminded him. Ryan was only twenty.

“Oh yeah.” His face fell in time with Autumn’s.

“I’ll go.” Mikey said.

Autumn was about to protest, but he was her only hope and she just wanted to have someone go to the bar to maybe keep Lieberman in line, “Thanks.” She smiled weakly.

“So anyway, there I was, in this crumbling, leaking Irish castle with nothing but a flashlight and a backpack, when suddenly, I shit you not, I hard this ghostly voice say, ‘balls.’” Bob said abruptly.

The room went silent just before it erupted with laughter.

Mikey walked into Andre’s and took a seat at the bar near Autumn. He gave Lieberman a hard look before ordering
a screw diver and settling in for a long shift.

Autumn gave him a grateful look, deciding on the spot not to be mad at him any more.

She mixed his next drink herself, “Here sweetie. Thanks for coming with me. I’m sure I was just being stupid.”

Mikey smiled, a little puzzled at her attitude change, “Nah. It’s okay. I’ll always be here for you.”

Autumn’s face drooped for a second before she turned a dazzling false smile to the next guy to walk up to the bar.

Mikey found himself getting irrationally jealous as Autumn flirted with the men who came up to the bar. He wished, absurdly that she would turn that thousand watt smile to him and flirt with him, touch his arm, brush fingertips. He knew, in that one rational corner of his mind that was still thinking, that he had no right to be jealous in the first place and that she was only faking it so she would get better tips.

That thought calmed him down quite a bit and he was able to sit trough the rest of the night, occasionally scaring off the odd drunk who was a little too touchy feely. But by the time it was almost time for Autumn to get off, Mikey was uncomfortably aware of a few things. Autumn was very hot in her little outfit and he was going to kill the next guy who touched her.

That next guy just so happened to be Jeff Lieberman. Mikey watched, unable to really do anything as Lieberman walked up and the pretense of helping Autumn close up her register and put an arm around her, rubbing it slowly and suggestively. He desperately wished for something sharp or exploding.

He settled for walking up behind them and turning Autumn around, giving her a long kiss, “Are you ready to go?” He glared at her boss over her head and put his black zippered bondage jacket around her shoulders.

Autumn was so relieved that he’d stepped in, she’d barely registered that he’d kissed her. She slipped her arms in his jacket and zipped it up, instantly feeling much less naked, even wearing the micro mini skirt, “Let’s go.” She pulled his arm around her waist and they walked out into the parking lot to Autumn’s black Cadillac El Dorado.

They rode in silence all the way back to the house. Autumn parked in the driveway and turned off the car.

“Thanks for helping me out.” She said softly, not looking at him.

Mikey coughed, “No problem.”

Sighing, she got out of the car and went inside, followed by Mikey, “I’m going to go change out of this.” She handed him his jacket and turned toward the stairs.

Mikey grabbed her arm and spun her back toward him, “Autumn?”

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I wanted to explain, about the other day.”

She waved her hand at him, “No worries honey. Over, done with, you’re sorry, I’m sorry, no big deal. Let’s just forget about it.” she turned to go again only to have him pull her back.

“No. I said I was sorry because I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you while you were sleeping.” He dropped his jacket to the floor and grabbed her other arm, yanking her close, “I should have done it like this.” He leaned his head down and kissed her, letting his tongue slide along her lips until she sighed and opened them. He probed the inside of her mouth, exploring gently, letting her get a feel for his, relishing in the taste of one of his best friends.

Autumn was in bliss. Mikey was kissing her. After ten years of wishing exactly this would happen, it was better than she’d imagined. When he let go of her arms she wound them around his neck and he slipped his around her waist. She shivered as his hand brushed across bare flesh, moaning a little into his mouth.

They started and sprang apart at the sound of clapping.

“At last little brother!” Gerard and Ryan stood in the entryway applauding, “I was beginning to think you were a moron.”

Mikey blushed, pushing his glassed up on his nose, embarrassed that they were a little fogged up, “Fuck off Gee.”

“Yeah. Fuck off Gee.” Autumn said, angry. She’d finally gotten Mikey to kiss her and Gerard was cock blocking.

She looked at Ryan, “Will you please take him somewhere?”

Ryan grinned, “Come on Gee. Let’s go have a cigarette.” He dragged his boyfriend outside, who was still leering at the couple in the foyer.

Mikey coughed and wiped his glasses on his shirt. He looked at Autumn with a gleam in his honey eyes, “This time I’m not sorry.”

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awww anyone? so i also don't own magical trevor, or crackdown. but one is an awesome flash cartoon and another is an awesomely violent and bloody video game.
i'm still trying to think of something to call this. suggestions welcome.
thanks to those of you who reviewed and especially Zacky, now do it again! feed my ego!
now i'm off to play warcraft
cd
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