Fabulous Five (BVB/MCR)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

          “Andy where are we?” I asked I was thrown over his shoulder.

          “We’re back home,” He smiled. “No I want to go back,” I fought starting to aimlessly kick in the cold dark desert air. I saw Kobra laughing his ass off from where we do night watches; the roof of the diner.

          “It is 2 in the morning they are closed,” He smiled than I saw the familiar black and white tile of the diner.

          “Get her to bed,” I heard Ghoul and Party order. “I’m a 19 year old woman I can take care of myself.” I fought.

          “Oh really is that why you got shitfaced and started to let complete strangers do body shots off you. You’re doing night’s watch tomorrow whether you like it or not.” Ghoul scolded. I heard the opening and closing of my bedroom door and I was set on my bed. I started to strip down.

          “Well then,” Andy gasped. He walked over to my broken dresser and pulled out one of my extremely large grease shirts. He slipped it over my head.

          “You can just sleep in your boxers; unless you don’t have boxers then you should keep your pants on because Ghoul might kill you.” I slurred.

          “I have boxers on don’t worry.” He smirked and started to strip. I got on the floor where the blanket was.

          “Nope you’re sleeping in the bed,” Andy smirked lifting me up bridal style with his jeans half undone and shirt off leaving the front of his boxers exposed.

          “No you are a guest you stay in the bed.” I insisted fighting against him. “If you’re going to be persistent why don’t we just sleep in the bed together?” Prophet opted.

           “No sex; that’s not who I am anymore,” I slurred I got underneath the covers with him and he held me in his boney arms. His body kept me warm through the night.

          I guess since I was with Andy now I can’t dream of him. It was a dreamless sleep; I haven’t had those in two or three months. Ghoul said the dreams started because I was off the BLI pills.

          I woke up at the normal time; right after the sun came up. I tried to pry myself away from Andy in minimal movements so I wouldn’t wake him. When I had gotten up I hadn’t had time to put on pants before I felt an unsettling feeling in my stomach.

          I dashed out of the room, down the hall, and into the bathroom. I picked the first stall and removed a can of Power Pup from my stomach. After I had projectile vomited I rested my head on the wall of that stall. I hadn’t noticed Party was holding my hair.

          “I haven’t seen you that sick since we saved you from Battery City,” He mumbled pulling back my hair into a pony tail. “Thank you Party,” I muttered.

          “You know what works really well with hangovers?” Ghoul asked leaning against the stall door. “What?” I breathed.

          “A nice greasy pork sandwich served on an old used ash tray.” Ghoul teased. Even saying that I started to vomit again, and Party continued to hold my hair back.

          “You, asshole.” I sighed. “It’s my job as your brother; now come on Jet is warming up a can of Power Pup for you.” Ghoul smiled. Power Pup is disgusting any other time, but for hangovers it is just pure magic.

          “Damn the hot plate isn’t working. It isn’t warming up.” Jet cursed when I walked into the diner. I rubbed my throbbing head. Jet ran to go wake up to see if he could fix it.