Stupid Band Dreams for Stupid People

Karatae at the Partay (MCR)

(I had this dream on January 29, 2019. I really like this one. For some reason Frank is like Gerard's dad, in a non-weird way, and is just like "Oof. Not today, son," and just telling him what not to do. I thought it was really funny and I told my friends. I don't know why you needed to know that, but now you have the information.)

Frank Oero and Gerard Gay both strolled up to a L I T party in a car that was most likely from the '60s.

Gerard leaped out the window, breaking it, and Frank sighed. He didn't want to be at this LIT party. Who was even throwing a party at this time? It was 7:30, Frank's bedtime. Too late.

As Frank slowly inched his way out of his car, he realized that his depression was now taking over his life.

He locked the car, and seconds later, it just disappeared. It wasn't there anymore. But, for some reason, this was normal and they didn't really pay that much mind to it.

"I wonder where the car has gone this time," Frank stated, looking down at his keys. He threw them in his left pocket (very important detail) and walked over to Gerard.

Gerard was squinting and waiting impatiently. He grabbed Frank's wrist and ran inside this weird looking, white building that had graffiti on it.

"Why are we here again?" Frank asked Gerard as they waited in long line to get inside this LIT AF party. "Both of us don't even like parties."

"Because this is where all the cool kids go," Gerard replied all matter-of-fact-ly. "And we are cool kids."

"We're not even kids!"

"A kid can be a kid at Chucky Cheese!"

"We're not at-" He stopped himself and just looked forward. He wasn't going to fight with him now. They were already almost inside.

When they were finally inside, Gerard's face lit up with excitement and anticipation. "Now," Frank began. "Remember what we talked about: do not leave my side, do not do karate, do not-" He was gone. Gerard was already gone. "Aw crap..." Frank said under his breath. He began lightly pushing passed people.

* * *

Gerard pushed past people violently. He was so determined to get to the center of this LIT party.

He finally got to the middle. When he realized everyone there was a teenager, he said, "Ew," but then just shrugged.

"Everyone! Everyone! Check this out!" All the radical party people looked at Gerard who was now the center of attention. "You all need to see this. Okay? Alright?" Some people were intrigued. He stared by stretching out one leg. Before he could do anything else, someone grabbed his arm.

"Gerard Auther Way! No! No karate! Ecpecially not that move! You know what will happen! You know that is a legendary move!"

Some people started to whisper. Who was this smol dude? He just interrupted this other dude's awesome karate move!

Someone shouted, "Is that your dad?"

"Yes!" Gerard shouted back.

"No!" Frank shouted at both of them.

Gerard tried to make a run for it and tried to break free, but Frank just linked his arms across Gerard's chest and pulled him closer to him.

"Let me go, you soy boi! I'm so gonna hurt you, my guy!"

"No! You could hurt someone with that move! You know that!" He pulled him closer again. "We're going home. This is exactly what I was worried about."

Gerard pulled away again. "I don't give a frickle-frackle! Go frickle-frackle yourself, you butt! I'll steal your boyfriend!" (Yes, he actually said "frickle-frackle".)

Frank gasped. "You wouldn't, you greasy trash!"

"Oh, but I would, you rat!" Then they kinda just stared at each for a while. "Or I'll take the thing closest to your heart."

He gasped again. "Stop! No! You wouldn't!" Everything was really quiet.

Gerard snickered and pulled his arm back, reaching into Frank's right pocket.

"N-No! P-Please! Stop!" He closed his eyes.

Gerard pulled out a hand full of Pokemon cards. "Yeet!" He threw them all.

Frank let go of him and tried reaching out for some. He only caught one as tears weld up in his eyes: a magikarp. He began to cry. "God da-!" Gerard cut him off my shoving him away and running back into the center of the floor.

He swiftly did the most epic karate move ever. People clapped, but then, the whole place exploded. The only two people that where left were Frank and Gerard.

Frank coughed and tried blowing the dust away. He had been weeping on the floor.

Gerard walked up to him and held out his hand, offering help. He pulled Frank up. Frank dusted off his clothes. "Sorry," Gerard stated, not sounding guilty at all.

"I guess it's fine. I just tried to warn you."

"I know."

Frank sighed. "Let's go home."

"Okay." He smiled. "I'll buy you new Pokemon cards, by the way."

"Thanks, my guy. UwU"

They walked beside each other over the rubble of the building.

"Wait," Frank stopped walking. Gerard looked back at him. "We still never figured out where the car went."

Gerard shrugged. "Guess we're walking."

Frank looked down at the ground, thought for a second, and then back up at Gerard. "Where do we even live?"

"Bro, I have no clue, what so ever."

Then I woke up...