The Emo Trinity/Quartet Book

And a (Cr)happy New Year!

"Guys! Start pouring the champagne!" Brendon ordered.  "Uhh... why? I'm busy," Gerard asked, sitting at his desk and drawing.  "Not too busy to get ready for 2021!" Brendon grabbed Gerard's arm and pulled him up.  "Can't someone else do it?" Gerard pulled his arm away from Brendon, annoyed.  "I'll do it," Patrick stood up, heading to the kitchen.  "If you're gonna make us do work, you should pitch in," Ryan said sternly.  "I will," Brendon protested, holding up his hands.  "Are we gonna invite anyone over?" Pete asked reluctantly.  "Nah.  This holiday can be just us.  We deserve a break from guests," Brendon shrugged. 

Just then, the doorbell rang.  "PIZZA!" Pete shouted, his face lighting up.  The bassist jumped up and ran to the door.  "Uh, who ordered pizza?" Patrick blinked, emerging from the kitchen with two wine glasses of champagne.  "I didn't, but I hope that's what it is!" Pete said, flinging open the door.  "Give me that goodness, motherfreakers!" he cried, holding out his hands and closing his eyes. 

"Do I look like a pizza man to you?" a voice asked jokingly.  Pete opened his eyes, and was sorely disappointed.  "Billie Joe Armstrong? Mike Dirnt? Tre Cool?" "That's us," Billie Joe nodded.  "Since you guys have always been gracious hosts, we've come over to celebrate the new year with you!" "Uhh.... about that..." Pete blinked, not wanting to disappoint one of his idols.  "We aren't really, um..." "It's okay," Tre interrupted.  "We don't need to drink anything fancy." "Ehh... that's not..." but Billie, Mike, and Tre entered the Quartet's home before Pete could protest.  "The one year we don't want guests, they willingly come over?" Gerard muttered, peering at Green Day from his desk.  Patrick nudged him sharply, having set the champagne glasses down on the counter beforehand.  "Be nice, Gee," Patrick scolded.  "Of course we'll take you guys in!" he said to Green Day.  "Awesome," Billie Joe smiled. 

"Whoa, Green Day's here?!" Frank cried, emerging from his room.  "Who next, All Time Low?" Just then, the Quartet's doorbell rang again.  Pete facepalmed.  "Oh Frankie... you screwed it up." The bassist opened their front door once again, and sure enough, Alex, Jack, Rian, and Zack were standing on their doorstep.  "Hey," Alex greeted.  "We wanted to come over to your house and celebrate... our party was some kind of disaster." He shook his head in exasperation.  "Oh.  Uhh... sure, I guess," Pete blinked, somewhat reluctant.  "I hope you don't mind having Green Day here, too." "Of course we don't mind," Jack replied.  "Green Day is awesome!" With that, the members of All Time Low entered the Quartet's home as well.  "Could this day get any worse?" Pete muttered.  "We don't want guests!"

Pete walked away from the door, and for a few minutes, the Quartet home was rather silent -- each of the members were doing their own thing.  Patrick, now accompanied by Andy and Ray, was serving champagne to All Time Low and Green Day.  Gerard resumed his drawing, with Frank standing observantly by.  Mikey and Joe were on the couch, watching TV casually, and Tyler and Josh... who knew where they were? Probably in their bedroom...... together.

Ding dong! The doorbell rang again.  Pete let out a barely-concealed groan of frustration, but walked over to the door and opened it.  He found a familiar orange-haired girl, with another guy beside her.  "Hey, Pete," Hayley greeted him.  "Hi, Hayley," Pete replied, hiding his annoyance.  "Let me guess, you're here for the New Years Eve celebration?" "We sure are!" Hayley replied.  She peered around Pete, her eyes widening in interest.  "Whoa, is that Alex Gaskarth? And Jack Barakat?" "Yes, All Time Low is here.  And Green Day," Pete said, his frustration peeking through a little.  "Cool! I hope you don't mind if we join your party," Hayley said, looking up at Pete -- yes, UP at him! -- expectantly.  "Weeeell.... alright," Pete sighed, moving aside so Hayley and Taylor could enter, and followed them to the living room.

As they arrived, chaos greeted their eyes -- there was a huge pillow fight going on between Billie Joe, Tre, Mike, Alex, Jack, and Frank.  "WATCH OUT!!" Frank yelled.  Too late, a pillow smacked Pete directly in the face.  "Haha, got you!" Alex laughed.  Pete pulled the pillow off his face, his anger building up.

"What are you DOING?" he shouted over the commotion.  "Do you have ANY idea of the firing squad of the mess you've made?!" The pillow fighters paused their action, Frank landing on his feet on the couch he'd previously been jumping on.  "You all are kicked out!" Pete yelled, pointing to the door.  "So take your gloves, fix your eyes, and GET OUT!!" "But... we just arrived," Taylor protested, motioning towards himself and Hayley.  "I don't care! Get out!" Pete cried, pointing to the door.  Chagrined, All Time Low, Green Day, and Paramore took their leave. 

Patrick exited the kitchen, approaching his friend and placing a calming hand on his shoulder.  "Pete... don't you think you were a little harsh?" the fedora-wearing man asked.  Pete crossed his arms, pouting.  "They deserve it.  The ONE year we want to celebrate New Years' alone, they show up!" "That's what Gerard said," Patrick noted.  "But honestly, what's the harm in a few more guests? It's only for one night." Pete hesitated, turning to look back at the others.  Frank was still standing on the couch, eyeing him with disappointment -- probably frustrated that his pillow fight had ended so soon.  Gerard's eyes were on Pete as well, not betraying any emotion -- simply curious.  Mikey and Joe were looking up at Frank standing on the couch, slightly annoyed.  "...fine," Pete sighed.  "The other bands can stay." "YAY!" Frank cheered.  "The Emo Pillow Fight is BACK ON!" "Emo Pillow Fight.... seems like something Autumnleaf can write in the new year," Gerard mused.  Seeing the others looks of confusion, he corrected himself.  "I MEAN, um... I can write in the new year."

Pete rushed outside, where the three bands were still waiting, perhaps seeing if Pete would change his mind.  "Guys! I'm sorry about what I said.  You can all stay here for the night... if you want," Pete offered.  Paramore, Green Day, and All Time Low exchanged glances, then... "Sure," Alex nodded.  "We'll stay." "Of course," Billie nodded.  "Dope," Pete grinned.

And so, the Quartet had a fantastic New Year's Eve.  Tyler and Josh HAD been in their room all along, but came out when Pete explained that they were having a party.  Brendon poured the champagne, like he'd wanted to do, and served it to the others at their request.  Everyone had a gay -- pardon the pun -- old time, and they stayed up late to watch the ball drop. 

When it was time for the three non-Quartet bands to leave, Frank grabbed onto Tre's leg desperately.  "I don't want them to gooo!" he wailed.  "Frank, let go of him," Gerard scolded, peeling Frank off of the drummer.  "We don't want to leave either, Frank, but it WAS only for tonight," Billie Joe said.  "It was nice hanging out while it lasted," Jack Barakat nodded, waving at the Quartet.  "Bye everyone!" "Bye!" the Quartet said in unison, somehow. 

Once Paramore, All Time Low, and Green Day had left, the house was eerily quiet.  "Well... that was an interesting night," Ryan Ross said finally.  "Sooo... uhh..." Mikey stood up, looking around.  "What do we do now?"

"I'm drunk," Brendon announced, collapsed on the kitchen floor.  The others blinked in surprise.  "Guess he's one of the drunks, huh?" Dallon shrugged.  He and the others burst into laughter, and Brendon joined them, not fully aware of the fact that they were laughing at HIM. 

Quite a fun way to begin 2021, huh? :D Especially for the amazing Quartet.

I wrote this off the top of my head... I totally forgot it was New Year's Eve, and I didn't plan on writing a story to celebrate! But here it is! I hope you enjoy this, and have a Happy New Year, everyone! Don't get as drunk as Brendon, though.

~Autumnleaf