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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
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another chapter is over and done. thanks to my dear Zacky and the awesome Smooshy for reviewing. you should check out Smooshy's latest tale of intrigue when your done reviewing this one cuz it's awesome. you should check out Zacky's too. oh and Zacky: write faster woman!!
so read, review, go take a look at Dead!, a quick little story i put up the other day!
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“Jesus!” Bob yelled as he walked into the house, “I thought I would never make it out of there alive!” he flopped on the couch next to Autumn, “Parents.” He snorted.

“Seriously.” Gerard muttered under his breath, squeezing Ryan’s leg briefly. Ryan was curled up next to the older man on the loveseat, head resting on his shoulder.

“That bad?” Autumn asked sympathetically, throwing her arms around him for a quick hug.

“Parts of it. I don’t know why they invited me over if they didn’t want to hear about where I’ve been or what I’ve been doing.” He rolled his eyes, “All they want to know is if I’m sticking around and having babies.”

“Were you planning on staying?” Gerard asked.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, “Maybe for a bit.” He leaned his head on Autumn’s shoulder and looked at her with his blue eyes, widened into a puppy dog beg, “Will you have my babies?”

She snorted a laugh, setting her coffee mug down so she wouldn’t spill it, “Maybe later Bobby.”

Gerard narrowed his eyes at Bob. He’d always kind of had a thing for their only girl friend. She’d just never noticed because she’d been so wrapped up in Mikey. And now that she was going to be with his little brother, Gerard decided Bob was going to have to knock that shit off, “Was Mikey late?”

Autumn nodded, “I think so. And I would officially like to proclaim my innocence. He didn’t get back till late, so I think the blame can safely go to Matt.”

“That guy! Why hasn’t he ODed and died yet?” Bob frowned.

“Because there is no god.” Gerard mumbled.

“Who is Matt?” Ryan asked.

“Matt is our former friend who is a tweaker and likes to call Mikey to have him bail him out of trouble. The rest of us stopped talking to him back in high school. Mikey’s just too nice to tell him to fuck off.” Gerard spat out, “And it’s going to get him in trouble. I wish he would just disappear before my brother goes to jail.”

“Me too.” Autumn said, “And I’m adding cock blocking onto his list of crimes.”

Bob raised his eyebrow at her, but said nothing.

“Oh.” Ryan said, face gone pale for hitting on such a touchy subject, “Um, that sucks.”

“Yeah, so what the hell are we doing up so early?” Gerard grumbled.

“When was the last time you went home Gee?” Autumn asked suddenly.

“I stopped by the other day, for clothes. Said hi.” He shrugged, “They don’t seem to be missing me too much.”

She shook her head, “We should just put a door on this room and let you have it.”

He grinned, “Yeah, I think that’s a great idea. Ow!” he threw the pillow Autumn chucked at him back at her face.

“Jerk.” She looked up as Frank trudged down the stairs into the kitchen and poured the remaining coffee in a thermos, tucked the box of frostingless Pop Tarts under his arm, turned around and headed back upstairs.

They looked at each other. Then up at the ceiling when music began to pound through the walls.

Gerard recognized the music and stood, “Boys, Autumn,” he gave her a significant look, “I’ll be right back.”

Frank only played his music that loud when he was pissed off.

He went up the stair and opened Frank’s bedroom door without knocking. He wouldn’t have heard anyway, “Frankie!” he yelled to his friend who was sitting on the floor in front of the stereo, stuffing his face with Pop Tarts and gulping down coffee, “Frankie!” he tossed a balled up sock at his friend.

Frank swallowed hard and turned down the radio, “What’s up Gee?”

“That’s what I want to know. What’s up dude?” Gerard sat on the bed.

He shrugged, “What do you mean?”

Gerard only looked at him.

Frank sighed, “Alright, fine. You win.” He put down his pastry and turned all the way around to face his
friend, “That bitch from yesterday got me suspended from work and I may or may not be fired. She made the manager call the big wig fucking dude in charge of everything to complain.”

“Shit I’m sorry buddy.” Gerard patted his friend’s head, messing up his already messed up faux hawk.

“I shouldn’t be this mad, but fuck!” he stood up and started to pace, “I didn’t do anything wrong!” he pulled his hands through his hair, “That stupid whore is going to get me fired because she was too fucking dumb to preorder a stupid book and too fucking bitchy to accept the fact that it wasn’t my fault. And now she’s making a big goddamn mess because she fucking feels like I was rude to her!” he looked up as Autumn walked in, having waited a reasonable time for him to maybe be done with punching Gerard, “I’m suspended form work. I might lose my goddamn job and it’s all that stupid slut from last night who’s doing it.” he recapped quickly, sitting down on the bed.

“Oh honey!” Autumn handed him a Pop Tart.

He only picked at it, mostly scattering crumbs over the floor.

She sat next to him and rubbed his shoulders, “There’s no way they’re going to fire you over one dissatisfied bitch.”

“Its not like the first time someone has complained. You how people are. They take one look at me and I’ve already offended them.” He sighed and bit a large chunk out of the pastry in his hand.

“Oh fuck them.” Gerard yanked Frank off the bed, “Come on!”

“Where are we going?” Frank asked, hitching up his blue plaid pajama pants.

Gerard led them down the stairs, “We’ll be back soon.” He called to Ryan and Bob. Ray was trying to come in the door when Gerard opened it, only stopping for a second to make sure that Autumn was following too. He grabbed
Ray’s arm and dragged him with Frank along to his car and opened the door. Ray and Autumn looked at each other as they climbed into the back seat, and the look of confusion never left Frank’s face as he slid into the front.

“What’s going on?” Ray asked as Gerard pulled out of the driveway.

“Frank’s had a really shitty day.” Was all he said.

“Oh.” Ray said.

Suddenly the plan became clear as Gerard got on the 15 north and took the Glen Helen exit.

“You don’t think it’s a little early?” Frank asked as they pulled into the parking lot of a low building with a giant plaster chicken on the roof.

“Nope.” Autumn pulled him out of the car and they walked into the tiny bar.

As far as they knew, the bar didn’t even have a name. It was the “Giant Chicken Place” to them. They served cheap drinks and had a jukebox full of Lynyrd Skynard, Alabama and Hank Williams. The four friends were regulars and it was the place they always went when they were having a shitty time.

“Hey Gus.” Gerard waved to the bar tender as they took a booth, “Rum please.”

Gus, a large bear of a man who had a long grizzled beard, black bandana and leather vest looked like he was made to ride Harleys, knew the routine. He set four shot glasses on the table and a bottle of rum with them, “Bad day?” he looked at them, “Where’s Mike?”

Frank nodded as Gerard poured shots, “Pretty terrible.”

“Working.” Autumn sighed.

“Right.” Gus nodded and left them alone.

Between the four of them, they finished the whole bottle by 1 pm.

“Baby, hey, honey,” Gerard said into his phone, “I need you to come pick us up please. No I know that. But Bob can give you a ride and you can drive my car. Okay. Thank you baby. I love you. No really. I promise I’ll tell you again when I’m sober. Ok, bye.” He turned bleary eyes back to his booth mates, “My darling Ryan is coming to take us home. Someone is going to have to ride with Bob. I don’t want to ride with Bob. I want to ride with my baby. And Autumn can’t ride with him either.” He glared at her, “I doan like the way he looks at you.”

Autumn’s eyes widened and she lifted her head from Frank’s shoulder, “What are you talking about?”

“I’ll ride with Bob.” Ray mumbled.

Frank threw his arms around Autumn and gave her a noisy kiss on the mouth. He repeated the process with Ray and
Gerard, “I love you guys. You’re really the best friends a guy could have. And Mikey too. I know he woulda been heeeere if he wasn’t workin.” He laid down in Autumn’s lap.

“You know what we need?” Gerard said suddenly.

“More rum!” Autumn said, signaling Gus.

“Yes! More rum!” he shook his head, “No!” he yelled, “We should get tattoos!” he said in a stage whisper.

“You’re afraid of needles.” Autumn whispered back, pouring fresh shots, bartender hands steady despite the alcohol rampaging through her bloodstream.

They tossed back the shots, no longer feeling the burn of the alcohol.

“But you see, I am so drunk right now, that I don’t think it would matter.” Gerard slurred.

Frank blinked at them, “You know, no self respecting tattoo artist will tattoo people when they’re drunk. It’s against the law, I think. Eitherway I know they make you sign a paper saying you won’t sue them because you are all sober and shit and if they think you’re drunk, they’ll make you go away and come back sober.” He rambled, “But I think Jason would do me at least. I want a new tattoo.”

They were about a quarter of the way through the second bottle when Bob and Ryan showed up.

“Bob! Ryan!” Frank yelled, “Hello!”

Autumn stood and wobbled over to them, giving Ryan a hug, “Hi guys! You’re such sweethearts, coming to pick us up and all that. I love you guys! You’re the best!”

Ryan laughed, supporting most of her weight, “Are you ready?” he pulled his boyfriend up and they wove their way toward the cars.

Bob hauled up Ray and Frank, helping them toward the door.

“Bye Gus!” Autumn waved over her shoulder.

He smiled and waved, “See you soon.”

Autumn giggled, “Sometimes I think we drink too much.” Ryan dumped her in the back seat just as Bob tossed Frank in. their heads hit and she gasped, “I have to work in a few hours! Oh shit.” She giggled, pulling out her cell phone, “Hello Tiff. I’m calling in drunk. Do you think you could cover my shift?” she looked over at Frank as he struggled with the seatbelt and helped him snap it in place, “Thanks honey. Either we’re even or I owe you. Be careful.” She hung up the phone and waged her own battle with the seatbelt, finally succeeding in getting it on the right way.

“To the King of Spades!” Frank shouted, rolling down the window and lighting a cigarette he took out of the pack sitting between Ryan and Gerard.

“Hey!” Gerard snatched up the pack and lit his own cigarette.

Ryan sighed, “That’s my pack.” He pointed out.

Gerard grinned at him and lit another one, hading it to Ryan, “There you go sweetheart.” He laid his head on

Ryan’s shoulder, “I really do love you.”

“When we get back, I’m catching up with you guys.” He shook his head and navigated the 15 south very carefully, “How the hell did you guys make it up here so fast on a Friday?”

“The power of the rum.” Frank said.

“Nobody leaves for Vegas at 10 am.” Autumn watched the traffic going north.

“We’re slick sons of bitches.” Gerard proclaimed, “Traffic just moves right out of our way if it knows what’s good for it.”

Autumn ruffled his hair, “Right. That’s exactly what happened.”

He turned in his seat and grinned at her, “Fucking right!”

Ryan moved the car over and exited on Baseline, finding the loop and turning into the driveway of the club house, as he was starting to think of it. Bob had beaten them there.

Once they made it past Ray’s luggage, which was still lying just inside the door, Ryan, Gerard, Frank and Autumn found Ray and Bob in the kitchen. Ryan and Bob cracked open a bottle of whiskey made good on their promise to catch up.

Mikey tripped over Ray’s bags when he walked into the house, “Guys?” he followed the sound of giggling to the backyard where Autumn, Ray, Gerard, Bob, Frank and Ryan we sitting on the patio, drinking beers and giggling insanely.

Autumn was perched on the table, Ray sat in front of her in a chair, facing the rest of the group. She had her legs thrown over his shoulders and was petting his head as he tried to explain something to Bob who sat in a chair opposite them.

Frank, still in his pajamas, was sitting with Gerard and Ryan. The three were smoking and cracking jokes.

Autumn spotted Mikey at last and launched herself off the table, “Mikey!”

He caught her, stumbling slightly from the shift in balance as she wrapped her legs around his waist in kissed him sloppily, “Hi Autumn. I thought you had to work tonight.”

“Well Frankie was having a bad day, so we went over to Big Chicken and I called in.” she kissed him again.

“What happened?” Mikey called over her shoulder when she released his mouth.

“Bull shit!” Frank answered and doubled over, giggling some more.

Autumn lowered herself to the ground, “We have been drinking aaaaall day.” She said, slinging an arm around his neck, although without her platforms on, it was a little hard since she was a good three inches shorter than him.

“I can see that.” He laughed, and waved to the rest of them, “Hi guys.”

“Okay now say bye.” Autumn said, dragging him with her back into the house.

“Bye guys.” He blushed, but followed willingly.

Autumn stopped at the door and turned to face her friends, “If any of you even get a hint of an idea to come to my door, I will kill you.” She threatened before pulling Mikey inside.

“Autumn, wha-” he was silenced by her mouth pressing against his.

“Shut up.” she said and took his hand again, leading him up the stairs and into her room.

Autumn wound her arms around Mikey’s neck and kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue in his mouth. She slid one of her hands down his body and into his pocket, took out his phone, shut it off and tossed it over her shoulder.
Mikey chuckled and brought her arm back up around his neck, taking over the kiss so that it was him sliding his tongue in her mouth, tasting the beers she had drunk before he arrived, rum and something uniquely Autumn.

She sighed and let him lean them back on the bed, enjoying being kissed, until she grew impatient. Mikey’s eyes widened as she flipped them so he was on his back, her body pinning his to the bed, “Mikey, baby, too, slow.” She punctuated each word with a kiss before dragging his Anthrax shirt over his head and tossing it behind her.
He grinned at her, “Oh really?” he growled before mirroring her example and yanked her shirt off, tossing it aside. He groaned when he found she was still wearing the heartagram tank top and quickly divested her of that as well, “Oh Autumn.” He breathed rolled them back over, cupping one of her breasts in his hand, “You are so fucking beautiful.”

She whimpered as he moved down, kissing her neck and collar bone, leaving a moist trail to her right nipple. Autumn gasped when he closed his lips around the pink bud, suckling it while he caressed the other one, pinching it into hardness. She moaned and writhed beneath him, scraping her nails down his back, clutching at his shoulders. Autumn let out a strangled scream when Mikey moved his hand from her breast and slid it down her stomach and inside her pants, finding her wet hot center, teasing her clit with one finger while he used another inside her, just barely, lightly thrusting in and out. He lifted his head to watch her as her back arched and her head bent back into the mattress. The sight made his already hard cock twitch painfully. He told it to be patient and continued his motions, watching her as her breathing grew heavier and she clutched the sheets, “Mikey.” She gasped, “Oh Mikey, I- I-” whatever else she was about to say was lost in moan as she came, spasaming wildly under Mikey’s hand making his cock stir a little more insistently.
Mikey kissed her, unbuttoning her pants and pushed them to the floor, letting her kick them off. His eyes widened when she bit his bottom lip, “Now Mikey. Please?” she begged.

After this moment, Mikey didn’t think he could ever refuse anything she asked him. So he kissed her again, softly, struggling out of his jeans and pushing his underwear down after them. Autumn brought her legs up around his waist and his dick brushed against her making them both whimper involuntarily. She whispered his name again and arched her hips into his, and he held her hips down to keep them still. He needed a minute or this was going to be over a little faster than either of them wanted it to be. He kissed her again, touching every inch of her body that he could, still using one hand to pin her hips to the bed. At last, when he felt ready, he released her hips and pulled his head back a bit so he could look into her eyes. He wanted to see the look on her face when he guided himself into her. Her eyes widened briefly and she bit her lip, inhaling sharply. Then she hooked her ankles together behind his back and started moving her hips. Mikey buried his face in her neck, kissing and biting just short of bringing blood to the surface, knowing that she couldn’t have a hickey at work. His hips moved in perfect rhythm with hers as they built up the delicious friction between them.

Their moans and sighs filled the room along with the sounds of damp flesh colliding. Autumn grabbed handfuls of Mikey’s hair and brought his face back to hers for a searing kiss. He felt the tug in the pit of his belly and knew he was close. Wanting her to come with him, Mikey wiggled a hang between their bodies, not taking his lips from hers, he swallowed her moans as his long fingers toyed with her clit.

Autumn moaned louder and louder as her hips thrust more erratically against his. Without warning, all her muscles tensed and she came violently throbbing around Mikey, digging her nails into his back. Mikey felt her go and let his own orgasm release with one last thrust and a groan. He laid down carefully on top of her, breathing heavily, his face buried in her neck, kissing it softly as she came down. Autumn’s blood was humming. She didn’t have any energy at all except for to light stroke Mikey’s back where she could feel welts from her nails.

Gerard, Frank, Ryan and Ray all stared up at the windows they all knew belonged to Autumn’s room. They had started staring when the moaning had gotten loud and hadn’t stopped since.

“Do you think they died?” Ryan asked quietly at the sudden silence, clutching Gerard’s arm. All the noise had made him more than a little horny.

Frank finally tore his eyes away from the window to leer at Gerard, “Gee, you should be very proud of that brother.”

Gerard blushed wildly and flicked his cigarette butt at his friend, “Shut up.”

Bob finally came back outside, “Hey Guys!”

“Where the fuck have you been?” Ray asked, “It doesn’t take that long to take a piss!”

Bob gestured inside, “You guys, come here! Some bitch got all hacked up this afternoon behind her house!”

The friends piled inside, landing in front of the TV where the news was still running the story about the murder.

“The thirty five year old woman was returning home from dropping her children off at their father’s house when she was attacked. She was stabbed brutally four times with an unidentified object. There were no witnesses.

Anyone with any information is asked to call the San Bernardino County Sheriff’s Department.” A picture of the victim flashed on screen.

Frank went pale and sat down heavily on the floor, “Holy shit.” He pointed at the screen, “That was her! That was that bitch from the store yesterday!”
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