The Danger Days of Our Lives

2- Na Na Na [Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na]

The car zoomed past the scorching wasteland, picking up sand particles and tossing them into our faces. All of our heads bobbed to the punk music blasting through the stereos while I stuck my head out the sunroof, my sunglasses firmly in my hand. We were so exhilarated to feel alive and free, fighting off the dreaded Draculoids with all that we had; we were going to live, we were going to defeat them. 

Looking down from the sunroof, I saw Gerard glancing at me protectively every once in a while, making sure I didn't fall off or something. I laughed a bit at his 'dad' actions before looking over the horizon to see if any of those Draculoid bastards showed up. Something's definitely over there, I thought, squinting my warm brown eyes towards the outskirts of town. 

"Hey, Ray?" I called out, moving my hand down in front him, shaking it to make sure he knew I was talking to him.

He whacked my hand away and I retracted it, smiling. "Yeah, what's up?" 

I opened my mouth to speak, but instead, got greeted by strands of my hair blowing into my mouth. I spit them out with a few traces of frustration and exasperation, making the boys laugh. "Oh shut it," I sneered with a stupid face. "But anyway, Ray, I need your bazooka blaster or whatever you call it." 

"Um, it's MINE!" Frank grumbled. "And why do you need it?"

I looked down at his hazel eyes with impatience. "Why else."

All the boys, except Gerard, who was driving of course, stood up and tried fitting themselves into the opening in the roof to see where the Draculoids were. 

"Oi! One at a time, I need to breathe!" I screeched whilst flailing my arms in their faces. Mikey and Ray stopped moving but of course Frank wouldn't, just to annoy the shit out of me. I glared at him, flicking his forehead. "Can it, Iero. And anyway," I started. "They're over there." My right arm pointed over to the white specks with a van near them. Frank, Ray, and Mikey aimed their gaze in that direction, turning back to face me when they fully accepted that those were Draculoids. 

Mikey looked down and shook his head. "We can never have a break can we.."

I frowned at the youngest Way and ruffled his hair. "It's okay, Mikey. We'll have one soon, I promise." He looked back up at me with a doubtful look, but just shrugged it off. 

"Hey, Gee! You have to turn ri--" I began, but was cut off with the red-head doing exactly what I was going to say.

A pompous smirk formed on his face as he looked up at me with glittering eyes. "Right, yes, I know, Mel, you don't have to state the obvious."

I groaned in fake annoyance and bent down, plopping myself back into the shot-gun seat. The three sat down in the crowded backseats to hear the plan. "It'd be easier if we ambushed them, instead of risking a missed shot," I explained with arms crossed over my purple jacket, my head turned to the three teenage boys in the backseats. "Sorry, Frank, no blowing them up to smithereens this time."

Frank gave me a childish pout and kept poking at my left cheek. "What about now? What about now? What about n--" he pestered before I squished his face and shoved him back to his seat.

From the back I could hear Ray whispering an "Ooo, you got her maadd," and my idiot best friend replying with an "Oh, fuck off!" Mikey just sat back and chuckled at the two, just like his older brother.

After two minutes in silence, Gerard stopped the car by bushes taller than the rest of the ones scattered around the desert. 

"Hey, um, why did we stop here?" Ray questioned, slowly looking around for any dangers.

Gerard swiveled around to face the other three, a look of adventure and excitement written in his eyes. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do..."