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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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A/N: This update is dedicated to crazylittlebunny, who reviews so often and so sweetly. Thanks, hon! Now, on with the story...

Twelve coffees and several pieces of fudge and muffins later, they were back on the road. Mikey was smirking and Gerard looked slightly put out.

“It’s not my fault.” Mikey was saying. “The glasses are a dead giveaway. And you are wearing my Jaws shirt.”

“I’m still the lead singer. Don’t people usually recognize the lead singer before the bass player?”

“Quit whining, Gee. You still got free coffee.”

“Yeah but…”

“I dunno… that Goth chick was pretty hot.” Frank said, giving a sideways glance at Mikey, who blushed and fingered a napkin in his pocket.

“What’s this?” Bert asked, drawing it out quickly despite Mikey’s protests. Mikey looked fit to kill and probably would have throttled Bert if not for the hundred and fifty pounds or so of Frank on his lap.

“A phone number! Hmm…Alicia…” Bert pulled out his cell phone and started dialing in.

He paused while it rang, grinning mischievously. Mikey started babbling about it just being a random chick, and Frankie smiled.

“It’s okay Mikey. You can leave Alicia with Jamia when we tour, so she can have a fuck buddy too.” Mikey blushed and shut up.

“Hello? No, this is Bert. From the… yeah. Cool! Anyway, we, and by we, I mean Mikey, ehem… we were just wondering if you’d like to come to a concert in Vegas in a few days? …Really?” He asked, sounding disappointed. “Well, put her on…. Hello? Yeah, this is Bert McCracken. Yes, The Used. …Really? Well, make you a deal then: You come to our concert in Vegas, and bring Alicia with you. She’s your ticket in. Okay. Thanks, Marge. Bye now. …Alicia? Pack your bags and get your butt to Vegas girl!”

He closed the phone as a shriek came through, making Bam, who was standing right next to Bert, wince.

Bert turned to hand the napkin back to Mikey, but he and Frank had both mysteriously disappeared. Seconds later, there came the sound of the back door of the bus locking.

“My god, are you guys, like, perpetually horny or something?” Shelly asked mildly, winking at Bam.

“Sugar, you just used the words guys and horny in a sentence.” Bert said, grinning broadly.

“Answers my question.” She said. Then she sniffed. “Do you smell something burning?”

Bert smacked his palms against his face just like the little kid in Home Alone, then raced for the oven.

“My cookieeeeeeeeees!!!” He wailed, mourning over the black blobs, which bore an amazing resemblance to burned hamburgers.

“Bert? That’s why we hired Shelly.” Ray said, hiding his grin behind his hand.

“What kind of cookies were those, anyway?” Shelly asked, eyeing the mixing bowl in the sink.

“Pickle juice and peanut butter, of course!” Bert said, as though it should be obvious.

“You used all the pickle juice! Now what’s gonna keep the pickles good?” Bam asked, grabbing the jar from the fridge.

“…I know! Strawberry syrup! The stuff’s full of preservatives.” Bert said, giggling.

“…No. Just… No.” Shelly said, making a face.

“Well… I have an idea…” Gerard said, trying—and failing miserably—to stifle a huge grin.

“NO!” Shelly said, blushing bright red.

“…Somebody’s got a dirty mind.” Bam said, grinning.

“WELL THEN… We’ll just go up front with the driver and act like good little boys while you guys and Frank and Mikey have your little fuck fest, m’kay?” Bob said, standing and grabbing Ray’s shoulder to drag him along.

The remaining men all turned to look at Shelly, who suddenly felt like some sort of prey, about to be pounced on by hungry lions.

“Now, listen up, ‘cause I’m only gonna say it once: Pickles are not dildos. Repeat after me: Pickles are not…”

“Maybe we should pick up some dildos, then.” Bert said, winking at Gee.

“And while we’re at it, I think Shelly would look lovely in a French Maid’s uniform, don’t you?” Gee asked, tapping his chin mock-thoughtfully.

“And how much do you want to bet that an adult store would have interesting videos with… fascinating positions?” Bam said, twiddling his thumbs innocently and looking up at the ceiling.

“No. I have never been in an ‘adult store’, and I don’t plan on starting now.” Shelly said, trying to look indignant, despite the fact that Bam trying to look innocent made her want to burst into fits of giggles, and serious Gerard wasn’t helping. “Anyways, why stop if we don’t have to? You’re missing concerts as it is, and I really don’t want you to miss the concert in my hometown. Especially since Mikey’s supposed to meet Alicia there.”

Shelly had to laugh at the disappointed faces of the three guys around her.

“Tell you what, though…” She said slowly, chewing her lip.

“Yeeeeeeeeesssssss?” Bert asked, excited.

“I’ll teach you to make some peanut butter cookies. I think we have about everything we need for those…”

“So you’re trying to trade us a nookie for a cookie? I dunno… It just doesn’t seem right, does it, Gee?”

“Not really, but seeing as how it’s kinda public here…”Gee’s voice trailed off, then a wicked grin came to play across it. “Oh Shelly, have you ever heard of voyeurism?”

“I have… and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t like it. Thanks anyway.”

“Aww… c’mon. It’s actually pretty fun.” Bam said.

“I don’t think so.”

“We’ll let you play the voyeur first!” Bert said, hopefully.

Shelly opened her mouth, closed it, thought about it, and then agreed.

“But,” she added, “We’re waiting until Frankie and Mikey are through in the back room.”

“You want more spectators?” Bam asked, confused. Gerard snorted, and Bert giggled.

“No. I want to use the back room.” Shelly said, hiding her grin behind her hand.

“Oh.”

So in the mean time, Shelly baked cookies. And made icing, to draw bright red letter N’s on each one.

“N for nasty?” Bert asked, licking the icing spatula.

“No… they’re nookies. Gee’s idea, y’know.” Mikey heard this and let out a bark of laughter. Shelly stared. He was usually so quiet… and usually, not so red.

“I’m not even gonna ask.” He said, chuckling weakly and wiping his eyes.

Shelly grinned at him, and Bert asked where Frank was.

If possible, Mikey turned redder. He muttered something about Frank needing a shower and ran off to hide in his bunk. Gee and Bam stretched and put away their pack of cards. Gee stopped before Shelly, bowed, and offered her his arm.

“Shall we?” he asked, waggling his brows in a mock-suggestive manner. Bert giggled, blinked rapidly, and grabbed his arm, replying in a high pitched tone that he would positively love to, darling. Gee shrugged and took Bert towards the back, leaving Bam to escort Shelly.

A/N: you've read, now review. And maybe, when I get home from work tonight, I'll give you another smut scene. Deal?
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