tour bus bitches - a warped tour fanfiction

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                As MCR re-entered the bus Gerard was berated with apologies on behalf of Jackie's stupid ass self, said stupid ass still being asleep. He retired to bed quickly with a heavy tension hung in the air. Meaghan, being the keeper of the Tour Bus Bitches' brain cells, knew what they were all thinking: is this the end of this friendship?

"Ray. Before you go, is there anything we could do? To make it up to Gerard, that is," she asked. Ray pondered, looking to Mikey and the Franks for assistance.

"He's had eyes on someone for a bit," Mikey considered. "Who was she again?" Jackie was suddenly awake and alert.

"Is it me?!" Skin Frank grinned.

"He likes the tour bus." With that bomb dropped, the Tour Bus Bitches were silent.

Bri marveled, "I was right!" Her intuition had told her something was going on between Gerard and the tour bus, but she had never cared to voice it. Until now, that is.

"I don't get it," Ashley started, "How can this help us make up with Gerard?" Lazuli in a sudden realization gasped.

"Of course! We set him and the tour bus up on a date. Then, maybe, we'll be even?"

"Wbbzwbbzwb," Nerves Frank agreed, wiggling his fingers at a high enough frequency to produce sound.

"Woah, since when was he here?" Natalie asked.

"He fell out of Skin Frank on the way here," Bones Frank explained, patting Nerves Frank's brain. "Now there's three of us." Nerves Frank's naked eyeballs darted around.

"It's a plan then," Meaghan said. "Jackie, if this doesn't work, we're kicking you out of the band so we can still be friends with MCR."

"Understandable."