A Ruined Anthrax Shirt Can Lead To Love? Since When?
"Can We Cuddle While We Talk?"
“Well, maybe if you hadn’t left your precious little Anthrax shirt on the table, my coffee wouldn’t of spilled all over it!” shouted Frank Iero at one of his best friends, Mikey Way, in their cramped tour bus living room.
“You’re the one who poured too much coffee in that teeny little mug! It’s like a little midget! No wonder you use it so much. It’s perfect for you!” replied Mikey, equally as angry as Frank, referencing his friend’s short stature of 5”4.
“Don’t bring my height into an argument about your stupidity! Do you want be to bring up your hilariously insane love for unicorns? Or that day you wore a pink tutu?” retorted Frank.
Ray Toro came sprinting through the narrow doorway. “Is everyone okay?”
“Trust me, I’m really not okay! Frank’s coffee spilled on my favorite Anthrax shirt!” yelled Mikey as he threw his hands into the air and ran out of the room to go who knows where, they were all stuck on a tour bus driving down the highway.
Ray turned to Frank. “Ya know, you could be a little nicer. His favorite shirt was just ruined,” he said.
“I know, Ray.”
“That’s good. I’m gonna go see if Mikes is okay.”
Ray walked calmly out o the room. Geez, how is he never stressed? thought Frank, I’m gonna go talk to Gerard. He’ll know how to fix this between me and Mikes.
Frank walked over to Gerard’s bunk and pulled open the thin black curtain. “Gee? You awake?” he whispered, not so softly.
“Mghh, is that you Frank?” mumbled Gerard.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Man, what time is it?”
“Um…” Frank looked over at the wall clock. “It’s 1:29 am.”
“And why is nobody sleeping?”
“That’s what I wanna talk to you about. Me and Moikoi had an argument.” Frank made his best pouty lips and puppy-dog eyes, knowing Gerard couldn’t resist them and hated to talk when he had just woken up.
“As long as you come up here.” Gerard made a small hand motion towards his bunk space. “I don’t wanna leave.”
“You lazy butt. It’s too small up there to fit us both.”
“Not if we cuddle and talk. That okay?”
Frank stammered “y…y-yeah.”
Does he like me or something? Does he know I like him and just wants to embarrass me? A million and one thoughts ran through Frank’s brain.
“C’mon Frankie, whatcha waiting for?”
Did he just wink at me? I swear he just winked at me, thought Frank.
“You’re the one who poured too much coffee in that teeny little mug! It’s like a little midget! No wonder you use it so much. It’s perfect for you!” replied Mikey, equally as angry as Frank, referencing his friend’s short stature of 5”4.
“Don’t bring my height into an argument about your stupidity! Do you want be to bring up your hilariously insane love for unicorns? Or that day you wore a pink tutu?” retorted Frank.
Ray Toro came sprinting through the narrow doorway. “Is everyone okay?”
“Trust me, I’m really not okay! Frank’s coffee spilled on my favorite Anthrax shirt!” yelled Mikey as he threw his hands into the air and ran out of the room to go who knows where, they were all stuck on a tour bus driving down the highway.
Ray turned to Frank. “Ya know, you could be a little nicer. His favorite shirt was just ruined,” he said.
“I know, Ray.”
“That’s good. I’m gonna go see if Mikes is okay.”
Ray walked calmly out o the room. Geez, how is he never stressed? thought Frank, I’m gonna go talk to Gerard. He’ll know how to fix this between me and Mikes.
Frank walked over to Gerard’s bunk and pulled open the thin black curtain. “Gee? You awake?” he whispered, not so softly.
“Mghh, is that you Frank?” mumbled Gerard.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Man, what time is it?”
“Um…” Frank looked over at the wall clock. “It’s 1:29 am.”
“And why is nobody sleeping?”
“That’s what I wanna talk to you about. Me and Moikoi had an argument.” Frank made his best pouty lips and puppy-dog eyes, knowing Gerard couldn’t resist them and hated to talk when he had just woken up.
“As long as you come up here.” Gerard made a small hand motion towards his bunk space. “I don’t wanna leave.”
“You lazy butt. It’s too small up there to fit us both.”
“Not if we cuddle and talk. That okay?”
Frank stammered “y…y-yeah.”
Does he like me or something? Does he know I like him and just wants to embarrass me? A million and one thoughts ran through Frank’s brain.
“C’mon Frankie, whatcha waiting for?”
Did he just wink at me? I swear he just winked at me, thought Frank.
7/23/13