"what about this one?" Frank suggested. I let out a frustrated sigh and leaned into Gerard's side, he wrapped his arm around me and chuckled.

"we've been out all day, and I have enough shit for a small army," I stated. We really have been out all day. Gerard and Frank dragged me all over a monster-sized mall, forcing me to acquire clothing from the stores we stopped at. In all, we stopped at 5 different stores that I actually purchased items from, and twenty other ones that i didn't find anything at.

"c'mon, this is the last store, promise! But seriously, what about it?" Frank said, referring to the black zip hoodie he was holding up.

"its okay, I'm not really the biggest fan of black sabath," I replied truthfully.

"really? I thought you liked good music, I must be wrong,"

"yeah, I listen to the worlds worst band, too. Seriously, I swear the lead vocalist and the rhythm guitarist are gay together. They make out on stage, and wear makeup,"

Frank gave me an evil look, "oh yeah, and what are they called?"

I gave him a huge grin, "My Chemical Romance,"

"you little brat,"

"that's what you get for insulting me, I'm a sassy motherfucker, and you can't deny it,"

Frank stuttered out un-intelligible words, probably trying to get a good comeback. But we both knew I won this. Gerard began laughing next to me. I looked at him with a confused expression. He calmed down a bit, then spoke.

"I'm sassier than you, I am the sass master." Gerard laughed.

I scoffed "yeah, sure whatever. You only wish you could reach the level of sassiness that this awesome teen girl contains,"

"ohhhh!" Frank retorted, "it's a sass-off! I better call Mikey!"

Frank proceeded to call Mikey, who demanded that we stop our 'sass-off' and wait until we got back, all so he could watch the sassy shit that was about to go down.

It's gonna be a long night...

Notes

IM BACK BITCHES!!! and i'm better than ever! (sort of) I know this chapter is short, but I just wanted to give you guys something. I'm confused as hell, school shit, boy trouble, girl trouble, ghetto-ass hoodrat trouble, and now i'm ranting.... life's just a fucking picnic. actually, writing this made me feel a bit better, and I've got some time this weekend to update. if you read any of my fics, do you have one in particular you want me to update? do you have any suggestions for anything? chapter ideas? I am always willing to accept, and I credit those who contribute... so yeah!

carry on sexy beasts,
~katiekilljoy<4