Revenging Morgan:My Chemical Romance Fanfiction

Chapter Thirteen: Am I Dreaming?

    My eyes flutter open slowly. I look around and I'm in a room. But I was in the van last! What's going on? i quickly sit up on the bed. I jump off and look out the window.                                            

"Motel 6," I mutter quietly to myself. Well at least I'm not dead, I thought. I look over at the night stand and see a note which says, "We went down to get breakfast. Be back soon. Stay safe. -Gerard, Frank, Ray, Mikey-"

    There was a TV in the room so I looked around for the remote. It was on the stand by the other bed. I grabbed it and then turned the TV on. Flipping through the channels, I saw nothing interesting. I changed it back to the news and fell back onto the bed with a sigh.

    As I laid there, I heard footsteps and talking. To be honest, I was a little scared. They continued to get closer to the door, and I was officially terrified! Who was that? Then I heard someone about to talk but before they could, they were interrupted with a loud and harsh hush. Then the key started to make a noise in the door. The door flew open and I screamed for my life.

    "Woah. It's okay! Gees, it's only us," Gerard said. 

    "I...I thought you were murderers," I told him.

    "Well we know one thing," Frank started, "you sure do scare easily."  I gave him a sarcastic smile and then threw a pillow at him.

  "Ha! Missed." Frank shrieked as the pillow crashed to the floor.                                                                  "Enough children," Gerard said in a motherly tone. He handed me a box. The contents inside smelt amazing! I opened it up and there was a waffle, fruit, syrup, and butter.

 "I haven't had this good of a breakfast in a while. Thanks guys," I said to them.

     For some reason that I didn't know, Frank had his stupid and cute grin on his face.

"Umm, Frank," I questioned. He said nothing and just smiled at me. What was he thinking about? Did he do something to the food, or was he plotting a pillow massacre revenge on me? Maybe even both? Well I guess we will have to see. 

    I picked up the fork and knife from inside the box and tried the waffle. It was so good! The bread was soft and warm. It also had a very sweet taste. The fruit was good as well. Ripe and sweet. 

    "Hey!" I heard screamed across the room. It was too late. I had a piece of waffle on the fork when I got hit with the pillow. The fork flew across the room and landed on the floor. The rest of the food was safe because it didn't get hit. I looked up at Frank with a blank expression on my face. He stood there smiling very widely. But before I could do anything, Gerard flashed me a look that said, just stay calm. It's okay. I can't do anything now, but I will get Frank back for this.

    It was eleven thirty when Gerard asked if we were ready to leave. We had made it to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in that one day. Now we were ready to go on to Indianapolis. This would be another long day, but I think we were all officially ready this time.