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Disenchanted	By : bdeuel23 Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1120 -:- 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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Brandi gripped the side of the bus, puking onto the pavement at her feet. John stood next to her, watching her empty her stomach contents violently, listening to her curse when she got a break. He reached out and put a hand on her back, patting her shoulder softly. She stopped, reaching up and wiping her mouth. He looked her over quickly. “You okay?” Brandi nodded, grabbing his shoulder for balance. John grinned, helping her onto the bus. She slowly stumbled to her bunk and climbed into it, shutting the curtain and passing out. Tony and Zach got on the bus, followed shortly by Chad, who shut the door. The bus driver looked back; making sure everyone was on before starting the bus and taking off. Chad grabbed his iPod, walking to the back room of the bus and shutting the door. John watched with a frown, before looking to Zach and Tony. Zach was playing his Game boy, completely oblivious to anything around him. Tony was looking to the back room, a questioning look across his face. He turned to John and nodded.
“So, what happened between those two?” John shook his head, looking to Brandi’s bunk. “Well, she’s trashed. When I went to go wake them up, Chad was out on the deck drinking coffee and she was well passed out on the bed.” Tony nodded, biting his lip. “Well, do you know if she went to that party over at MCR’s hotel last night?” John laughed, looking to her bunk. “Come on, Tony. I don’t think we need to ask to get the answer to that question.” Tony nodded, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. “Well, should we go talk to Chad about it?” John shrugged. “I don’t think so. Remember when we tried to talk to him last time?” Tony nodded, laughing. “I’ll bet Zach’s jaw still hurts after that punch.” Zach looked up at the mention of his name, his eyes questioning. John shook his head at him. “Go back to playing your game, buddy.” Zach shrugged, eyes going back to the screen. Tony laughed. “Kind of funny how we’ve been doing this for two years, and we’re all pretty much the same people.” John nodded, before looking at Brandi’s bunk. “Almost the same people.”
The curtain to Brandi’s bunk zipped open, and she slowly crawled out, mumbling and groaning. John watched, sadness building up in him as he watched his best friend suffering. She stood up, running her hands down her face. “What time is it?” John glanced at his watch. “About 2:30. Coffee’s made.” Brandi grunted. “Fuck that.” She went to the fridge, looking for a beer. John watched, waiting for the question. “Where’d all the beer go? I thought we had a full fridge.” She turned to John looking confused. She had grabbed coffee creamer and was pouring a cup of coffee when John sighed. “We got rid of it in LA.” Brandi turned around quickly, looking pissed. “Why?” John laughed. “Because Tony was thirsty.” Brandi turned to Tony, who was smashed, as was Zach. They both were all too willing to drink all the beer when John brought up the idea of drinking it all before Brandi woke up. John had to admit he had a few, but nowhere near as many as Zach and Tony. Brandi sighed, taking a sip of her coffee before looking around. “Where’s Chad?” John nodded to the back room. “He’s been in there since we left LA. What happened between you guys?” Brandi shrugged, sitting down next to him. She grabbed a magazine, opening it and began reading. John turned to her, frowning. She looked up at him, shoulders slumping at the look on his face. “Fine, I’ll go talk to him.” John smiled. “Thanks. Be nice.” Brandi waved a hand, standing to her feet.
Brandi stood outside the busses back room door, holding her hand up poised to knock. She shrugged, opening the door and walking in. Chad was laying there, his eyes closed, iPod headphones in his ears. Brandi smiled crookedly, jumping and landing next to him. He startled awake, opening his eyes slowly and looking at her. He smiled when he saw her, pulling his headphones out and propping himself up on his elbow. “Hey beautiful.” He sat up strait and leaned in to her lips, pressing his against hers softly. He pulled back and smiled. “What’s up?” Brandi shrugged, pulling her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. “I just woke up and the guys told me you were back here.” Chad nodded, leaning back into the couch. Brandi let go of her legs, jumping forward and hugging Chad tightly, sobbing into his chest. “I’m sorry.” Chad stared at her in shock before wrapping his arms around her. She buried her face into the crook of his neck. “I don’t deserve you Chad. You’re too good for me…” She continued mumbling, but she was crying so hard that Chad couldn’t understand her. “Hey, hey, hey, Brandi. Come on.” He gripped her arms tightly and lifted her up, looking her in the eyes. “Baby, I love you. And what happened last night, well, let’s just forget about it, okay?” She sniffled, unable to wipe her nose because of Chad holding her arms. He smiled. “I wasn’t mad this morning. I just woke up and heard you leaving for a party. I wasn’t mad that you went without me. I just wish you would have told me before you left.” Brandi started crying again, collapsing against his chest. He frowned, but held her tightly, rubbing her back and humming softly in her ear. They stayed like that for a long while. She had quickly fallen asleep, but Chad continued rubbing her back, humming softly. The door opened, framing Zach with a grin spread over his face. “We’re in Vegas.” Chad smiled.
Beautiful Las Vegas. A haven for the broken, beaten, and the damned to live their lives in the hole of casinos and the bottom of the bottle. John, Zach, Chad, and Tony all stared out the window at the flashing lights and signs. The bus pulled into the venue parking lot and the four guys jumped off, taking in the sight around them. MCR got off their bus, yawning and stretching, lighting up cigarettes. They walked over to the guys, nodding. Frank smiled. “How’s Brandi holding up?” John shrugged. “She passed out again.” Frank nodded. Gerard looked up at the bus, then to Chad. “Is it okay if I go talk to her for a minute?” Chad nodded, extending his arm out towards the bus. “But just be warned, she is quite emotional.” Gerard laughed, nodding. “Got it.” He opened the tour bus door, shutting it softly and looking around. He browsed the bunks, finding them all empty, so he continued on to the back. He opened the door slowly, and sure enough, Brandi was laying there, eyes closed, sprawled out on the couch. Gerard smiled, shutting the door behind him and sitting down next to her head. He nudged a few times, poking her with his finger. She moved slightly, and Gerard continued nudging her. She groaned in frustration. “God dammit. Leave me alone.” Gerard giggled, poking her one more time. He ducked out of the way just in time as Brandi’s hand came flying up, swinging at his face. She flipped over onto her feet, staring wide eyed and pissed off. Gerard watched as a confused look crossed over her face and she lost her balance. Gerard ran forward, catching her in his arms. He looked down at her and smiled. “You okay?” Brandi nodded, standing to her feet. “Head rush is all. What are you doing, waking me up?” Gerard sat down. “Well, you kind of need to wake up. There is a show tonight.” Brandi ran her hands over her face a few times, shaking her head from side to side, trying to wake up. “A show. Yay.” Her tone was sarcastic and Gerard laughed. “I know your more excited than that. You’re just tired now.” Brandi laughed. “Yeah. Tired is an understatement, mister Way.” Gerard laughed again. “Well come on. Starbucks is right across the road.” Brandi turned to him, raising an eyebrow with a questioning look. Gerard stood, pushing her out the door. “My treat. Now come on.” Brandi walked off the bus, only to fall back onto Gerard. He caught her quickly, supporting her. “What’s the matter? You okay?” Brandi squinted her eyes, holding her hands out in front of her face. “The sun. It’s so fucking bright.” Gerard laughed, grabbing his sunglasses out of his pocket and slipping them over her eyes. “There. Better?” Brandi shook her head, standing to her feet and grabbing a cigarette. “Fuck no.” Gerard laughed, tugging her hand along with him. “Come on. Starbucks is right there.” Brandi complied, walking along not-so-gracefully behind him.
Brandi sat down on a monitor, clutching her mic and trying not to fall over. They had one more song left and then she could go and relax until the show, which she had no idea how she was going to play. Every time Tony hit the bass pedal onto the drum, the world throbbed. Every time he hit the snare drum, it got all fuzzy. And every time he hit a symbol, her vision went over like static. The sound booth guy came on the speakers. “Go ahead and start the last one whenever you’re ready.” Brandi nodded, bringing the mic up to her lips. “Okay, just give me a minute.” She looked back at Jim, the sound booth guy, who nodded, giving her the thumbs up. She turned back to her band. Chad and Zach were talking to each other, going over some guitar riffs. John and Tony were both looking at her, worried expressions across their faces. She frowned, John’s mouth moving, but she couldn’t hear anything. She suddenly realized she couldn’t hear anything. John started walking towards her, frowning, taking his bass off his shoulders. Brandi started to feel sick, looking over and seeing Chad and Zach now looking at her. She stood to her feet, shaking her head and running off stage. She found the nearest trash bin and emptied her stomach contents. She could hear again, and felt someone’s hand on her back. Chad’s face came into view, worried. “You okay, sweetheart?” Brandi retched again, heaving out her stomach. She stopped again, gasping for breath. “Ho ho! Ten bucks Bobby boy. I told you she partied hard last night.” Brandi turned to the side, Frank and Bob standing there, Bob grabbing his wallet. Brandi felt sick again and went back to the trash bin. “Are you going to be okay to perform tonight?” She recognized the voice as Gerard’s. Without looking up, she stuck her hand up, giving him thumbs up before grabbing the trash bin and puking again. She heard Gerard chuckle before he patted her on the back. “Okay kiddo. Good luck out there.” Brandi puked once more before dropping the bin and wiping her mouth. She stood up tall, a smile spread on her face. “I feel better.” Chad, John, Tony, Zach, Frank, Bob, and Gerard all stood there staring for a moment before bursting out in laughter. Brandi frowned, looking around at all of them. “Fuck you guys. Let’s go finish sound check.” Her band nodded, still laughing and getting onstage. Jim shook his head from the sound booth. “You okay up there?” Brandi nodded, grabbing the mic. “I’ve never felt better.” Jim laughed. “Alright, well, lets finish this up.” Brandi nodded before turning to her band, nodding to them before they broke into the next song. A short while later they took the stage in front of thousands of kids, bringing down the house with a bang.
Chad sat on the tour bus, gripping the controller tightly, pushing buttons as quick as possible. Tony laughed again. “You lose again, dude. Give it up, you’ll never beat me at Tony Hawks Pro Skater.” Chad groaned. “Fuck you. One more game.” Tony shrugged, starting the next game. The tour bus door opened, framing Gerard. Chad and Tony’s eyes didn’t leave the television screen. Gerard stared with interest before walking onto the bus and shutting the door. He looked to the screen, watching with slight amusement. “You guys seen Brandi?” Chad and Tony didn’t reply, continuing their battle. Gerard sighed. “Never mind, I’ll go find John.” He stepped off the bus, seeing John walking back smoking a cigarette. Gerard nodded at him, walking to meet him. John smiled. “What’s up, Gerard?” Gerard shrugged, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He took a drag before looking to John. “You seen Brandi?” John nodded. “Yeah, she said she was going to the store to get some food and smokes.” Gerard frowned. “Why didn’t she go with you?” John shrugged. “She wanted to be alone for a bit. Said something about sorting her thoughts.” The tour bus door opened, Chad and Tony walking off the bus. John smiled at them, nodding. “Who won?” Tony just smiled smugly, throwing his arms up in the air in victory. John laughed at Chad, who looked royally pissed. He looked back to Gerard. “You want to try her cell? Let me call her.” John grabbed his phone, dialing a number. Chad looked up. “What’s going on?” Gerard walked over. “Just need to talk to Brandi for a moment.” Chad nodded. John shut his phone. “What the fuck?” Gerard, Tony, and Chad all looked at him questioningly. “What’s up?” John frowned, looking to his phone. “Brandi’s phone is off. She told me she’d have it on incase I needed her. Now I’m worried.” Gerard frowned. It had become apparent to him that Brandi could get herself into a lot of trouble without even trying. He frowned again, another thought coming to mind. He grabbed his phone quickly, dialing Frank’s number.
~ ”Hello?”
~ ”Frank? It’s Gerard. Don’t go out tonight.”
~ *sighs* “Why?”
~ ”Because I fucking said. Don’t do anything tonight.”
~ ”Fine.”
~ ”Later.”
Gerard put his phone back in his pocket, looking back to John, Chad, and Tony, who were looking at him oddly. John nodded. “What was that about?” Gerard looked down, realizing he raised his voice a little too loudly. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” They all nodded. Chad stopped leaning on the bus, standing up strait. “Well, we better go looking for her. She could get into a lot of trouble in Vegas.” Tony laughed, nodding. “That’s a fucking understatement."

ah, finally finished rewriting this one. I'm alot happier with it. I'll try to get the next one up later tonight, we'll see though. Next chapter is gonna be a good one, and it only gets darker from here.
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