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Gerard Arthur Way is calling you from the cover... come and read this. Unless you want to disobey the sass queen. :D
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~Frerard, Petekey, and more ships! (I mu...
IT WAS A FREAKIN ORDINARY DAY!!!!! *pant pant pant* And.... theEmoQuartetwasfeelingangry.
"GUYS!! Everyone needs to take a MAJOR chill pill!" Tyler shouted over the chaos. The others stopped and stared at him. "We all need to take several seats, try to restore the peace, and above all, host a therapy session. For ourselves, and maybe for others, too."
"Why do we need a therapy session? We're not angry," Patrick said. He turned to look at Pete, who was busy stuffing a pizza slice into his mouth. "PETE!! STOP EATING PIZZA!!" "What?" Pete replied with his mouth full. "Pizza is so good!" "You're wasting our money on a stupid food!" Patrick said angrily. "Suuure.... TOTALLY not angry," Tyler said skeptically.
A couple minutes later, the group had gathered in the living room. Tyler had set out a psychiatrist's chair, and was sitting next to it on a stool. "Alright, who's up first?" the brunette asked his friends. "I'll go first!" Patrick offered. "Alrighty," Tyler replied, patting the chair next to him. "Sit down and tell me your dilemma."
"Well, it's like this," Patrick started, scooting back into the chair. "A certain bassist keeps buying pizzas. Whenever we go on tour, he always spends our hard-earned money on a ridiculous Italian dish." "Hey, what's wrong with Italian?" Frank snapped. "Nothing," Patrick replied. "It's the fact that PETE is wasting our money on--!!"
"Hey, calm down," Tyler soothed, placing a comforting hand on Patrick's shoulder. "I'm sure there's a civil way to settle this."
"A lawsuit," Patrick suggested wryly.
"No, not that," Tyler said. "How about you and Pete talk over this? Find a solution," the young singer suggested.
"Okay..." Patrick sighed. "Pete?" "Yes?" Pete asked, walking to the front of the crowd. In his hand was yet another slice of pizza. "Could you please stop ordering so much pizza? It wastes our hard-earned money from concerts," Patrick said persuasively. "But... I love pizza! It has my name in it -- PETE-za!" the bassist replied dejectedly. "How about you only buy a pizza once every week," Patrick suggested, "instead of every day?" "I can't go that long!" Pete protested. In an attempt to coax Pete into agreeing, Patrick put his hands under his chin, affecting his most innocent face. "Pleeease? For me?"
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"Argh... how can I say no to you? You're too cute," Pete said finally. "I'll stop eating so much pizza." "Yay!" Patrick smiled. "Thanks, Pete." "Next?" Tyler asked. Mikey walked up and sat down on the chair.
"Hey, Tyler," Mikey greeted. "What can I help you with?" Tyler asked. "Well... Gerard keeps stealing my unicorn plush and using it as a microphone," Mikey explained, folding his hands behind his head as a cushion. "...what?" Tyler blinked.
Sure enough, they heard loud music coming from MCR's room. "I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING!! I AM NOT AFRAID TO WALK THIS WORLD ALONE!!!" Gerard sang. Unseen to them, the singer was indeed using Mikey's unicorn plushie as a microphone, yelling at its head.
"Yeesh," Tyler cringed. "I know," Mikey sighed, covering his ears. "Why not ask him for it back?" Tyler asked. "That's my answer." "I'll try..." Mikey shrugged, uncovering his ears and standing up. The bassist walked over to MCR's room and knocked on the door.
"GERARD!! TURN THAT DOWN!!" Mikey yelled. Luckily, Gerard heard him, and turned down the volume on his radio. "What is it, little bro?" Gerard asked. "Give me back my unicorn!" Mikey demanded. "It's not a unicorn, it's a microphone," Gerard replied sassily. "GERAAARD..." Mikey warned. "Give me my unicorn!!" "No! It's my microphone!" Gerard argued. "GERARD ARTHUR WAY GIVE ME BACK MY-- aw, you know what?" Mikey paused, then leapt at Gerard. "HIYAAAAAHH!!"
"No, NO! This was supposed to be peaceful!!" Tyler shouted, as the Way brothers got into a brawl. "Who said anything about peaceful?!" Mikey asked, standing up and kicking Gerard in the ribs. "All my years of karate are paying off in this moment!!" "Oww...! You can have your freaking unicorn!" Gerard groaned, tossing the horse at Mikey, who caught it. "Thanks, big bro," Mikey said simply, leaving behind his pained brother as the bassist closed the door.
A very delighted Mikey emerged into the living room, followed closely by a skeptical Tyler. "Mikey.... are you sure you didn't hurt Gerard severely? Like, breaking ribs severely?" Tyler asked. "Nah, he'll be fine. We battled worse than that before when we were kids," Mikey shrugged. Tyler blinked in shock, then shook his head and sat back down on his stool. "Okaaay... anyone else?"
"I have a complaint," Ryan said. "I suspect that someone here is guilty of THEFT!" "Gerard?" Mikey asked wryly. "No, not just him," Ryan replied. "I suspect... Brendon!" At this, Ryan turned and pointed at Panic's frontman dramatically. "Me? What'd I do?" Brendon cried. "You stole everything from me -- my band, my career, even my rose vest!" Ryan snatched the vest out of Brendon's hands. "Hey, you're the one who chose to leave Panic!" Brendon argued.
"Guys! What part of 'therapy' don't you understand?!" Tyler cried, getting exasperated. "First Mikey and Gerard, now you two?!" "This therapy session was young and half-doomed from the start," Frank shrugged and shook his head. "No it wasn't," Tyler defended.
"I have somethi--" Josh started. "Quiet, Josh! I'm trying to think!" Tyler pressed his hands to his temples, massaging them. "But, Tyler--" "Josh!" Tyler snapped. "Let me think on how to solve this." "But I have an idea!!" Josh cried. "Your idea can-- waaait... what is it?" Tyler asked. "Why don't we all go outside and join hands?" Josh suggested. "Together, just breathe." "Wow. That... actually, that's a really good idea," Tyler smiled. "Thanks!"
"Hey, everyone!" Tyler shouted over the commotion that had started up. "Let's take a break from this therapy session and go outside." The others stared at him for a moment, then slowly agreed.
The Quartet walked outside to the backyard, and they all joined hands. "Together... just breeeathe..." Tyler sang quietly. "Together... to the beat." Slowly, the Quartet began to relax, their efforts helped by the gentle breeze that had picked up. After a few minutes, everyone was feeling much better.
"Have we learned anything from today?" Tyler asked them as the Quartet headed inside. "You really CAN make boys next door out of a-holes," Pete spoke up. "You just need some fresh air!" "Indeed, Pete, indeed," Tyler smiled. "Now..."
"JOE BROKE MY DRUMSTICKS!!" Andy said unexpectedly, staring in horror at his friend, who was holding two broken drumsticks.
Once again, the Quartet's humble home descended into chaos. Except for Josh, who was sitting at the 'bar', watching everyone fight and eating popcorn. "They'll never learn, will they?" the yellow haired man mumbled, tossing another handful of popcorn in his mouth.
