Stockholm.
Chapter 9: Song Birds and Chapter 10: Have a Holly Jolly Christmas
Mia woke up to the sound of a bass and electric guitar being played in sync in the room next to hers. She didn’t recognize the tune, but it sounded nice. She listened closer and heard a soft voice singing as well. She wondered who it belonged to, but she was too tired to really care. She had been having nightmares a lot. They featured dead red heads, and nude children, and they kept her up at night.
When she had decided that sleep wasn’t coming back into her clutches, she wondered to the sound.
“I spent my high school career spit on and shoved to agree, so I could watch all my heros sell a car on TV.” The red head sung. She opened Mikey’s door quietly, and peeked inside. Mikey strummed his bass expertly while Gerard sung and played the other guitar. She watched until the end of the song, and noticed that the farther into the song he got, the more into the lyrics Gerard would get. His voice was amazing, and she felt a smile spread on her face.
“So maybe we change the 3rd and 2nd verse around, and that’ll make the lyrics flow better.” Mikey suggested, putting his bass down.
“That could work.” Gerard said, writing something on the sheet of large paper they had out. “Oh, look who it is.” Gerard smirked. “We have a peeping Tom.” Mia blushed at being caught.
“So we do.” Mikey agreed.
“It wasn’t… I..-“
“Oh, no we’d love your opinion! What’d ya think?” Gerard asked eagerly.
“Well… I liked it… for the most part. But I agree with Mikey, switch the verses. It sounds really good though. Gee your voice… and Mikey…” She said at a loss for words. “Have your written any other songs?” She asked hopefully, sitting cross legged on the floor.
Mikey nodded. “We have 3 others, and we’re working on a fourth.”
“Show me?” She requested.
“Alright.” Gerard agreed, picking his guitar back up. They played her a song about a gun, appropriately named ‘Gun’, one called ‘You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison’, and another named ‘Demolition Lovers’, which was her favorite. They played one last song, the one they were working on.
“I’m coming back from the dead. Will I take you home with me? Well I’m taking back the life you stole!” He finished. “We don’t know what to put after that.” Gerard said.
“Hmm, how about ‘This hole you put me in wasn’t big enough. And I’m climbin’ out right now. You’re running out of places to hide from me!’ And then we could come back in with ‘When you go, just know that I will remember you!” She suggested.
“That’s really good!” Mikey said, writing down what she had just said. Mia heard the doorbell, and filled with excitement. Her packages!
“I got it, I got it!” She said, running out of the room. Mikey got up and shoved her down the stairs.
“You don’t got it.” Mikey yawned as she tumbled down the stairs.
“Ow, asshole!” Mia muttered, rubbing her sure-to-be bruised arm.
“Oh, shut up. Worse things have happened to you.”
“True.” She reluctantly agreed as he answered the door.
“I have a package for a… Gerard Way.” The quite attractive UPS man read from the package.
“That’s me!” Mikey lied, signing the paper the man presented to him.
“Would you like me to wheel these inside?” He asked politely, gesturing to the five large-ish sized boxes beside him.
“Oh, no thank you. I can get it.” Mikey smiled.
“Alright then, you have a nice day!” The man said, retreating to his truck. Mikey grabbed each box and brought them inside, Mia doubted they were heavy the way Mikey lifted them.
“Yay!” Mia exclaimed, looking for scissors. “And just in time! Christmas is this week!” She said to herself, finding a knife instead. She opened a box and glanced inside then shut it quickly. “Go away Mikey!” She said.
“This IS my house, why would I leave?” Mikey smirked. “What could you possibly have in there that you wouldn’t want me to see?”
“Your Christmas present. And don’t act like you don’t care, because Gerard told me you love Christmas, and hate when the surprise is ruined, so shoo.” Mia said, waving him away. She opened a different box, and grinned at her new clothes. She put on a full outfit, and felt elated that she was fully covered. She left the boxes except for her Christmas supplies where they were, and she rushed up to her room, wrapping the gifts perfectly. They were gonna love these gifts.
Chapter 10: Have A Holly Jolly Christmas.
It was Christmas Eve and the Way home was packed full of strangers. They were dancing or drinking or kissing, all while wearing Christmas hats and speaking another language. She couldn’t understand a word anyone said, not even Mikey or Gerard because they were speaking it too. Mia made her way to the kitchen through the crowd that had gathered, and poured herself a glass of water, she wasn’t much of a drinker. She heard a familiar voice, and turned to the sound of it.
THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT HAVE GOOGLE TRANSLATE, OR WHO DON'T FEEL LIKE USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE, FEEL FREE TO SCROLL TO THE NOTES FOR A TRANSLATION.
“Oh, ist das richtig?” Gerard asked seductively to the busty blonde girl in the tiny Santa costume on his lap while he kissed her neck. She responded back enthusiastically, and the hem of her skirt lifted up more than it already was, showing most of her ass. “Gut, dann gehen wir lieber” He smirked. She got off of him, and they made their way upstairs without a backward glance. Mia’s heart plummeted.
“Hey! Mia! Hey!” Mikey said, staggering over to her.
“What do you want, Mikey?” She asked, turning away from him.
“Hey, wass wrong?” He asked. “Oh.” He giggled. “Gerard and Ashlyn.” So that was the bitch’s name, Mia noted. “S-she’s the town slut.” He hiccupped. “Guess Gee was lookin’ for a good time, and you couldn’t cut it!” Mikey laughed.
“Come on Mikey, time for bed.” Mia said, hiding her hurt at his comment and dragging the grown man upstairs. They made it up the last step, when he turned to her.
“You’re such a good f-friend, Mia. What would I do without you?” He asked, wobbling. She started to make a smart ass remark when he threw up on her torso.
“Ew! Mikey! I just got these clothes!” She complained loudly in disgust. The vomit was extremely watery and soaked into her sweater.
“Halten Sie sie gedrückt! Versucht zu ficken.” Gerard shouted.
“I’m sorry Mia.” Mikey apologized. “Tais toi, Gerard!
“Das ist französisch Blödmann!»
“It’s ok.” She sighed, ignoring Gerard. “Come on.” She said, getting him in bed. “Stay here.” She said, going to change her top. When she returned, she gave him an aspirin and some water. “Here, this’ll make you feel better.” She murmured, sitting next to him. He took the medicine, and she stroked his hair as she sang him a lullaby.
A few hours later when all of the house guests were asleep, Gerard busted into his brother’s room, waking the two sleeping inhabitants.
“Mia! What are you doing?” He shouted.
“What Gee?” She asked confused and disoriented, trapped by Mikey’s arm holding her in a protective gesture as he slept.
“Get up!” He said, yanking her to her feet. Well, to her knees. Mikey stirred but failed to wake up.
“What have I done wrong?” She asked in fear.
“What are you doing with Mikey?” He asked, jealousy in his eyes. Her fear vanished, and she started laughing. “What the HELL do you think is so funny?” He asked, slapping her across the face. She landed hard against the floor.
“Nothing was happening, I swear! Mikey was really drunk, so I helped him up here, and sang him to sleep and I guess I fell asleep too, and I’m sorry and please don’t hit me again!” She begged.
“That’s all?” Gerard asked. Mia nodded.
“Certainly less than what you and Ashlyn were doing.” Mia said defensively. Gerard simply laughed at her.
“Whatever. Night!” He said, walking back into his room leaving Mia shocked. What the hell was up with his mood swings?
When she had decided that sleep wasn’t coming back into her clutches, she wondered to the sound.
“I spent my high school career spit on and shoved to agree, so I could watch all my heros sell a car on TV.” The red head sung. She opened Mikey’s door quietly, and peeked inside. Mikey strummed his bass expertly while Gerard sung and played the other guitar. She watched until the end of the song, and noticed that the farther into the song he got, the more into the lyrics Gerard would get. His voice was amazing, and she felt a smile spread on her face.
“So maybe we change the 3rd and 2nd verse around, and that’ll make the lyrics flow better.” Mikey suggested, putting his bass down.
“That could work.” Gerard said, writing something on the sheet of large paper they had out. “Oh, look who it is.” Gerard smirked. “We have a peeping Tom.” Mia blushed at being caught.
“So we do.” Mikey agreed.
“It wasn’t… I..-“
“Oh, no we’d love your opinion! What’d ya think?” Gerard asked eagerly.
“Well… I liked it… for the most part. But I agree with Mikey, switch the verses. It sounds really good though. Gee your voice… and Mikey…” She said at a loss for words. “Have your written any other songs?” She asked hopefully, sitting cross legged on the floor.
Mikey nodded. “We have 3 others, and we’re working on a fourth.”
“Show me?” She requested.
“Alright.” Gerard agreed, picking his guitar back up. They played her a song about a gun, appropriately named ‘Gun’, one called ‘You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison’, and another named ‘Demolition Lovers’, which was her favorite. They played one last song, the one they were working on.
“I’m coming back from the dead. Will I take you home with me? Well I’m taking back the life you stole!” He finished. “We don’t know what to put after that.” Gerard said.
“Hmm, how about ‘This hole you put me in wasn’t big enough. And I’m climbin’ out right now. You’re running out of places to hide from me!’ And then we could come back in with ‘When you go, just know that I will remember you!” She suggested.
“That’s really good!” Mikey said, writing down what she had just said. Mia heard the doorbell, and filled with excitement. Her packages!
“I got it, I got it!” She said, running out of the room. Mikey got up and shoved her down the stairs.
“You don’t got it.” Mikey yawned as she tumbled down the stairs.
“Ow, asshole!” Mia muttered, rubbing her sure-to-be bruised arm.
“Oh, shut up. Worse things have happened to you.”
“True.” She reluctantly agreed as he answered the door.
“I have a package for a… Gerard Way.” The quite attractive UPS man read from the package.
“That’s me!” Mikey lied, signing the paper the man presented to him.
“Would you like me to wheel these inside?” He asked politely, gesturing to the five large-ish sized boxes beside him.
“Oh, no thank you. I can get it.” Mikey smiled.
“Alright then, you have a nice day!” The man said, retreating to his truck. Mikey grabbed each box and brought them inside, Mia doubted they were heavy the way Mikey lifted them.
“Yay!” Mia exclaimed, looking for scissors. “And just in time! Christmas is this week!” She said to herself, finding a knife instead. She opened a box and glanced inside then shut it quickly. “Go away Mikey!” She said.
“This IS my house, why would I leave?” Mikey smirked. “What could you possibly have in there that you wouldn’t want me to see?”
“Your Christmas present. And don’t act like you don’t care, because Gerard told me you love Christmas, and hate when the surprise is ruined, so shoo.” Mia said, waving him away. She opened a different box, and grinned at her new clothes. She put on a full outfit, and felt elated that she was fully covered. She left the boxes except for her Christmas supplies where they were, and she rushed up to her room, wrapping the gifts perfectly. They were gonna love these gifts.
Chapter 10: Have A Holly Jolly Christmas.
It was Christmas Eve and the Way home was packed full of strangers. They were dancing or drinking or kissing, all while wearing Christmas hats and speaking another language. She couldn’t understand a word anyone said, not even Mikey or Gerard because they were speaking it too. Mia made her way to the kitchen through the crowd that had gathered, and poured herself a glass of water, she wasn’t much of a drinker. She heard a familiar voice, and turned to the sound of it.
THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT HAVE GOOGLE TRANSLATE, OR WHO DON'T FEEL LIKE USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE, FEEL FREE TO SCROLL TO THE NOTES FOR A TRANSLATION.
“Oh, ist das richtig?” Gerard asked seductively to the busty blonde girl in the tiny Santa costume on his lap while he kissed her neck. She responded back enthusiastically, and the hem of her skirt lifted up more than it already was, showing most of her ass. “Gut, dann gehen wir lieber” He smirked. She got off of him, and they made their way upstairs without a backward glance. Mia’s heart plummeted.
“Hey! Mia! Hey!” Mikey said, staggering over to her.
“What do you want, Mikey?” She asked, turning away from him.
“Hey, wass wrong?” He asked. “Oh.” He giggled. “Gerard and Ashlyn.” So that was the bitch’s name, Mia noted. “S-she’s the town slut.” He hiccupped. “Guess Gee was lookin’ for a good time, and you couldn’t cut it!” Mikey laughed.
“Come on Mikey, time for bed.” Mia said, hiding her hurt at his comment and dragging the grown man upstairs. They made it up the last step, when he turned to her.
“You’re such a good f-friend, Mia. What would I do without you?” He asked, wobbling. She started to make a smart ass remark when he threw up on her torso.
“Ew! Mikey! I just got these clothes!” She complained loudly in disgust. The vomit was extremely watery and soaked into her sweater.
“Halten Sie sie gedrückt! Versucht zu ficken.” Gerard shouted.
“I’m sorry Mia.” Mikey apologized. “Tais toi, Gerard!
“Das ist französisch Blödmann!»
“It’s ok.” She sighed, ignoring Gerard. “Come on.” She said, getting him in bed. “Stay here.” She said, going to change her top. When she returned, she gave him an aspirin and some water. “Here, this’ll make you feel better.” She murmured, sitting next to him. He took the medicine, and she stroked his hair as she sang him a lullaby.
A few hours later when all of the house guests were asleep, Gerard busted into his brother’s room, waking the two sleeping inhabitants.
“Mia! What are you doing?” He shouted.
“What Gee?” She asked confused and disoriented, trapped by Mikey’s arm holding her in a protective gesture as he slept.
“Get up!” He said, yanking her to her feet. Well, to her knees. Mikey stirred but failed to wake up.
“What have I done wrong?” She asked in fear.
“What are you doing with Mikey?” He asked, jealousy in his eyes. Her fear vanished, and she started laughing. “What the HELL do you think is so funny?” He asked, slapping her across the face. She landed hard against the floor.
“Nothing was happening, I swear! Mikey was really drunk, so I helped him up here, and sang him to sleep and I guess I fell asleep too, and I’m sorry and please don’t hit me again!” She begged.
“That’s all?” Gerard asked. Mia nodded.
“Certainly less than what you and Ashlyn were doing.” Mia said defensively. Gerard simply laughed at her.
“Whatever. Night!” He said, walking back into his room leaving Mia shocked. What the hell was up with his mood swings?
Notes
I decided to put these two together since I feel Chapter 9 is more of a filler.Translation:
*“Oh, ist das richtig?” Gerard asked seductively to the busty blonde girl in the tiny Santa costume on his lap while he kissed her neck. TRANSLATION: "Oh, is that right?"
*“Halten Sie sie gedrückt! Versucht zu ficken.” Gerard shouted.
“I’m sorry Mia.” Mikey apologized. “Tais toi, Gerard!
“Das ist französisch Blödmann!»
TRANSLATION: "Keep it down, I'm trying to fuck!" Gerard shouted.
"I'm sorry Mia." Mikey apologized. "Shut up, Gerard!"
"That's French dumbass!"
Another reason for the translation, Google Translate is a little iffy. for instance, the second translation turned out like this:
"Keep it down! Tries to fuck her. "Gerard Shouted.
"I'm sorry Mia" Mikey Apologized. "Tais toi, Gerard!
"This is French dumbass!"
Like, hahaha what? Tries to fuck her? Yeah, but here you guys go!
aright i wasn't really expecting this ending tbh and my name is Mia so i was kinda excited but then i was like "oh i died"
7/25/14