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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
~*~one more time, i don't own anything in the story. maybe the plot. and the idea for the prank, all Zacky~*~

Mikey and Autumn were making out on the couch. She still had yet to change out of her work clothes, so when she straddled him, placing a knee on both side of his waist, there was nothing but the thin barrier of her panties and his jeans keeping him from her.

He groaned into her mouth and threaded his fingers through her hair, gripping her hip with his other hand and yanking her head back so he could kiss and bite her throat.

Frank slammed the door as he entered the house. He passed the living room, intent on getting to his computer so he could take out his frustration from work on some damned gnomes or something, “Hey guys.” He said absently to Mikey and Autumn before stopping in his tracks and looking at them again, “Good fucking Christ! You too?”

Autumn rested her forehead on Mikey’s for a second before turning to Frank, “Hi Frankie.” She said, slightly out of breath.

Gerard and Ryan came back in, giggling and looking flushed.

“Hi Frankie. You’re back early.” Gerard said, plopping onto the loveseat opposite the couch and throwing his arm around Ryan’s shoulder when he sat down next to him.

“I got sent home.” He said, sitting on the couch after Autumn heaved a huge sigh and climbed off Mikey to sit next to him, “I was going to kill this one bitch who thought it was my fault that we were out of stock of the new fucking Harry Potter book.” He grimaced at the thought, “I mean, come on! How is it my personal fault that we were out? She should have preordered like the rest of the world. I offered to back order one for her, and she just threw a fit. So the manager sent me home to avoid blood spill.”

Autumn patted his arm, “I’m sorry. At least you got to go home early.”

He shook his head, “Whatever. I’m just going to drink a six pack and play some Warcraft.” He got up and went to the fridge and then straight to his room.

“Wow.” Gerard said and whistled, “He’s really bummed. It can’t just be one bitch at work, could it?”

“No. He’s a drama queen, but not over something so tiny.” Autumn said.

“Maybe it’s a girl?” Mikey suggested.

“He hasn’t said anything.” Autumn said thoughtfully.

“Boy?”

She raised an eyebrow at him, “Frankie’s straight. As a board.”

He shrugged, “You never really now these days, now do you?”

“I think we can safely assume that Frankie doesn’t like the cock.” Gerard said, making Ryan blush.

“God I wish you wouldn’t say things like that.” Mikey said disgustedly.

“Like cock?” Gerard said with a grin, “What’s wrong with saying cock? I love cock.” He laughed with Autumn as Ryan blushed deeper and Mikey’s face went scarlet.

Mikey took his glasses off, wiping them on his shirt, “Yeah, like that.” He narrowed his eyes at Autumn, “That’s not funny.”

She laughed harder, “Oh yes it is! Besides, I’m with Gee on this. I also love the cock.” She laughed so hard she fell off the couch, “Gee Gee, you might want to tell your boyfriend to breathe.”

They laughed harder at Ryan, whose face was quickly reaching a spectacular shade of purple.

“You might want to tell yours he’s going to polish a hole in his glasses.” Gerard said just as they started to breathe again, causing another gale of wild laughter one last time as Mikey sheepishly slipped his glasses back on.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Frank shouted from his room.

“Nothing Frankie.” Autumn said in a sing song voice that set Gerard off again, and she had no choice but to laugh with him. This time Ryan and Mikey joined them.

Frank stomped down the stairs, shirtless and barefoot, “What the fuck?” he placed his hands on his hips, covering the words “search” and “destroy” he had tattooed there.

“I’m, really, not sure, what, we, are, laughing, about, anymore.” Autumn gasped, holding her top up.

“I know!” Gerard wheezed, “Watch this!” he turned to Mikey, “Cock.”

Mikey did exactly as his older brother expected him to and blushed a deep crimson.

Autumn started laughing again, Gerard giggled the best he could as out of breath as he was and Frank couldn’t resist letting out a little laugh.

“Okay, that is funny.” He admitted, shaking his head and sitting down with Mikey and Autumn on the couch again, this time actually relaxing.

“He does it too, but it’s just not as hilarious.” Gerard said ruffling Ryan’s hair.

Ryan glared at him and fixed his artfully messed up hair, “You guys are sick.”

Autumn giggled and nodded, “Yes, we are.”

“So who’s up for changing the subject?” Mikey said.

"Has anyone seen Frankie?" Gerard asked suddenly. He wanted to keep tabs on that thing. It creeped him the fuck out, "I thought he was in here when Frankie got home, but now..." he gestured to the computer, where the idol was noticeably absent.

Frank shrugged, “He probably just went to go murder some children, or pick up some smokes.”

Autumn, Ryan and Mikey laughed. Gerard didn’t think it was funny.

Autumn pulled Mikey with her into her bed room. Their lips were fused and she was yanking him by the front of her shirt. He shoved the door behind him so it swung shut and wrapped both his arms around her, walking with her to the bed.

They hit the edge of the bed before either expected to and fell on it.

“Ow!” Autumn gasped when Mikey’s knee landed on her thigh.

“Shit!” Mikey jumped up, looking down at her worriedly. His glasses were fogged up, and he took them off, wiping them on his shirt, “Are you alright?”

She nodded and yanked him back to her, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him deeply. Her tongue slipping into his mouth, giving him dizzying visions of what it might be able to do elsewhere.

Mikey’s cell phone rang.

He tore his mouth away from Autumn’s and moved to her neck, kissing and sucking lightly. She moaned and arched up into him, relieved when the ringing stopped. Her hands fisted in his shirt and ripped it over his head so it landed near the door.

The phone rang again.

Mikey cursed under his breath and whispered, “I can’t hear that.” He reached up and cupped Autumn’s breast through her skimpy tube top.

She gasped and clenched her legs around his hips.

Suddenly they could hear a voice coming from Mikey’s pocket, “Hello? Mike? Mike? Are you there?” Autumn’s foot had hit the send button.

“Someone had better be dying.” Mikey growled and fumbled the device out of his pants, “What?” he barked.

Autumn sat back on the bed, panting. She crossed her legs and watched Mikey talk on the phone, admiring the way his muscles bunched and flexed as he ran a hand through his hair, reaching for the glasses that he wasn’t wearing to wipe on the shirt he was also no longer wearing.

“You have got to be kidding!” he said, exasperated, “So get someone else to do it! No! I’m tired of being the one who has to come save your dumb ass from, your dumb ass!” He sat next to Autumn on the bed and absently rubbed her thigh. It was all she could do not to throw the phone out the window and jump on top of him, “Alright. Okay! I said I’d be there, just give me a minute.” He snapped the phone shut and heaved a great sigh.

“No.” Autumn said, grabbing his arm, “Please for the love of Max don’t say what you are about to say.”

He looked at her, eyes full of apology, “I have to pick up Matt from jail. You know that if they catch you wandering around after they let you out, you go right back in.”

Autumn rolled her eyes, “You know he’s not a good guy. I don’t see why you’re still friends with him.”

He shrugged, “I’ve known him forever.”

She sighed and leaned forward to kiss him, “Be careful.” She kissed him one last time, making him seriously debate telling Matt to fuck right off, “And hurry back.”

Mikey pulled his shirt on, not noticing it was inside out, the Pantera logo on the inside, “Thirty minutes. I promise.” He kissed her lightly and ran out the door, only to return three seconds later.

Autumn handed him his glasses and received another kiss with a bemused smile.

She sighed as he left and shut the door so she could finally change her clothes. Tugging on a slim pair of blue jeans and a black tank top with a pink heartagram on it, she went back downstairs where Gerard, Ryan and Frank were playing Mortal Kombat.

“What’d you do to scare Mikey off like that?” Frank asked, looking away from the screen where Ryan was delivering a trouncing to Gerard.

“Take that bitch! Loser bottoms!” Ryan cackled wildly.

Suddenly Gerard started playing with a new fervor, pushing buttons so fast, Autumn’s jaw dropped.

“I didn’t do anything.” She pushed Frank’s head and sat down next to him, “Matt called and needed a ride from jail.” She sighed.

Gerard paused the game and looked at Autumn, “Matt? What the fuck is Mikey doing talking to that piece of shit?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know. I asked the same thing. He said he’d be back in like a half hour.”

Gerard scowled at her for another second before turning back to the game and unpausing it.

Ryan killed him.

“That’s not fair! I was distracted!” Gerard protested.

Ryan laughed gleefully and shook his head, “Nope, I win!” he kissed Gerard noisily on the mouth, “I’ll claim my prize at some future date.”

Frank shook his head and took the controller from Gerard, “But if you win, you do not get my ass.” He told Ryan.

Ryan grinned and they selected players.

Autumn waited forever for Mikey to return. A half an hour passed, then one, two, three. She was falling asleep on the couch.

Gerard and Ryan had already curled up and passed out. Frank had long since gone to bed.

The third time Autumn’s head hit the back of the couch, she gave up and went to her room. She shucked off her
jeans and climbed under her purple sheets, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Mikey cursed Matt for the millionth time as he unlocked the door to his friend’s house. They all had keys. It was just easier that way, and they didn’t have to leave the front door unlocked all the time.

Matt had made Mikey take him to a friend’s house, then to Wal-Mart, then to the gas station, then they’d got stuck at some tweaker’s house. It had been three and a half hours before he’d finally dropped Matt off at his house and driven like a madman to get back to Autumn. His phone had died after the tenth or twelfth call Matt had made and he couldn’t even call to tell her why he was late.

He opened the door and saw all the lights were off. That was a bad sign. He crept past the living room where Gerard and Ryan were cuddled up, sleeping. Mikey wondered why Gerard still lived at home. If he’d moved out already, he wouldn’t have to sleep on an uncomfortable couch when he wanted to spend the night with Ryan. It was a mystery that would have to go unsolved, at least for that moment, because Mikey’s only concern was getting back to Autumn.

Sleeping. He’d always thought shy looked like and angel when she slept, all her features softened, that perpetual smirk gone from her face, her soft black hair falling over her shoulders as they rose and fell steadily. She looked to him, like the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

He didn’t think she’d mind if he crawled in with her. It was almost four am and he was very tired.

Mikey took off his pants, plugged his phone into Autumn’s charger and set his glasses on the night table before sliding under the covers with Autumn and pulling her back against his chest. She mumbled something and turned to face him, burying her face in his chest. He was asleep in seconds.

Autumn woke feeling arms around her. It took her a second to realize it was Mikey and she thought her heart might explode with happiness. She opened her eyes quickly and saw he was still sleeping, a slight smile on his face.

She kissed his lips lightly, a smile of her own curving her lips.

Mikey’s eyes fluttered open, the honey colored irises warming instantly, “Good morning.”

“Hi. Glad to see you’re ok.” She kissed him again.

Mikey rolled his eyes, “Fucking Matt.” Was all he said.

Autumn rolled her eyes as well, “Asshole.””

He kissed her, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip, “Well let’s not let him ruin the morning too.”

She giggled and rolled on top of him, “Good idea.” She kissed him, sighing when he slipped his tongue in her mouth.

The alarm on Mikey’s phone suddenly started shrieking.

Autumn buried her face in his neck, “No! This is not fair!” she wailed.

“Fuck.” Mikey fisted his hands in her shirt, “I have to go to work.” He groaned.

Autumn felt like crying, “I know.” She climbed off him and sat on the edge of the bed, shutting off the alarm.

Mikey scooted off the bed and pulled on his pants, looking down and realizing his shirt was on inside out. He grinned at Autumn’s smirk and took it off, putting it back on the right way. He sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to have time to go home and shower. He was going to be late as it was. The alarm on his phone was his, “you’re going to be late if you don’t leave in the next four seconds,” alarm. Grabbing his phone and glasses off the table, he gave Autumn a quick kiss, “See you when I get off work?”

She shook her head, “I’m working until 2. So I’ll see you when I get off work.”

He pulled her up by her arms and held her close, kissing her almost violently, “Quit. Tell that asshole to fuck off and never go back. Don’t even go in, just call.” He begged.

She shook her head, laughing sadly, “As much as I would love to, I also like to eat.” She sighed, “And this is the best pay I’ve ever gotten.”

Mikey sighed, “Then promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I promise.” She gave him a peck on the lips, “Now go, before you’re late, er.”

He smiled and went out the door.

Autumn sighed and decided to get up for the day. She pulled on a pair of blue jeans and an oversized MSI shirt, going downstairs. She shook her head and went up to the couch, grabbing a pillow and hitting Gerard and Ryan with it, “Don’t you two have homes?”

Gerard glared at her, “What the fuck was that for?”

“Nothing really. Morning Sunshine.” She grinned at Ryan as he tried to get his bearings after being woken so abruptly.

“Morning.” He mumbled, sitting up and patting his hair back flat. A huge yawn half obscured his next
sentence, “Whatreyoudoinupsoearly?”

“Mikey woke me up and had to go to work.” She headed into the kitchen to start the coffee for the day, “Don’t your parents miss you Ry?”

He shook his head, yawning again before he stood and joined Autumn in the kitchen, “Not really. They really stopped caring once I turned eighteen.”

“Yesterday?” she grinned. Her face fell and she frowned, “What’s Frankie doing in the cupboard?” she pulled the idol out and looked at him.

“I didn’t do it.” Gerard said, wrapping his arms around Ryan.

Ryan held up his hands before placing them over Gerard’s on his waist, “Wasn’t me.”

Autumn set the doll down on the counter, “That’s fucking creepy. It was probably our Frankie.” Frank was always pulling pranks. Once he'd put a bunch of green paint powder in Autumn's hair dryer. It was terrible, green everywhere. She'd nearly killed him. He'd probably found the doll and put him there to scare the next person who opened the cupboard.

Gerard nibbled on Ryan’s neck, “Why don’t you just toss him in a drawer or something?” he hated the grin on its face. Had it always been so wide? Were the teeth always that sharp? “It’s kind of scary. Like it’s going to come to life and kill us all.”

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this chapter took me forever to write! i blame warcraft. anyway, thatnks for reading. it would be super if you reviewed. seriously it would make my day, and i'm positive it would make me play less WoW. thanks go to Zacky, just because.
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