"Get up! And if this results in little Mikey Way's running around I will kill you Mikey!" Gerard shouted from my doorway.

"How come you'll kill me?" Mikey groaned from his spot next to me.

I opened my crusty eyes and saw that Mikey and I were entwined together on the bed and that again I was using him as a pillow. Who would have thought that he would make a great pillow being all skin and bones. No wonder Gerard thought there was sex involved, our clothes being on or not.

"Because you're my brother and I can," Gerard said from the doorway.

Mikey simply groaned and I felt a smile find it's way partially onto my face.

"Now get the hell up and help us clean this place. It's trashed," Gerard said before turning and leaving my bedroom doorway.

I felt Mikey groan underneath me and shift a little. Then I felt his soft hand going through my hair, my very badly destroyed hair. Stupid bed head. I lifted my head to be able to look up at him.

"Morning Jay Bird," Mikey said groggily, but not so much as earlier, as he placed his lips on the top of my head.

"It's the AFTERNOON," I heard Gerard shout from out in the main area of my apartment.

I smiled a bit at his shout and Mikey groaned once more.

"Afternoon Mr. Mikey," I said softly.

"Mmgrflup," Mikey said into my hair.

I felt him lift his lips from my head and his weight shift a bit as one of his hands came to my face. I looked up at him and smiled a "morning" smile at him as he lowered his face towards mine.

"NO KISSING, get up and clean!" I heard Gerard shout right as Mikey's lips were within touching distance of mine.

Mikey and I both whipped our heads around to look out the door, trying to see how Gerard knew what we were doing, since he obviously wasn't able to see in. Finally the two of us sighed and separated, slowly pealing ourselves off my bed. My body felt like I had run a marathon, but that's what I get for spending most of the night sleeping on my couch, comfy Mikey body pillow or no. I stretched, trying to reach my hands to the ceiling, which would be an impossible feat at my height. As I let my body stretch out it's kinks and cranks I let out a groan as I felt things pop back into place and stretch back to regular elasticity. And then I let out an eep as I felt hands place themselves on the bare skin of my mid drift that was showing as my shirt raised up as I stretched. I dropped my arms and looked over my shoulder to see a grinning Mikey behind me. I glowered at him.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist," Mikey said quickly in a hushed tone before placing a lightning fast quick kiss on my lips and letting me go.

I shook my head as he walked out. I sniffed my pits and decided that a mini pit stop to the bathroom was needed. No pun intended. I walked out of my room, rubbing my eyes sleepily and saw something that made my jaw drop.

Gerard was standing in sweats and a grungy shirt picking up trash and placing it in a giant trash bag that Sharon was holding open, a bandana tied around her head. I heard clanking noises and looked over to my kitchen and saw BOTH Bob AND Frankie doing dishes, Frankie yawning every so often. Mikey had joined Ray in his part of the cleaning. Wow, guess we really had trashed the place. Seeing them all cleaning as I stood there made me feel guilty so I ran to the bathroom real quick, slapped on some deodorant and just threw a bandana around my disasterous hair. Coming out I went for my broom and joined in the melee.
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"Oh. My. God," Sharon said as she finally collapsed on the couch.

All of us were sweaty, and tired, and gross, and sprawled out somewhere in my living room. I hadn't realized JUST how trashed my place had become last night. That's what happens I guess when you have two people pigging out doing nothing ALL day long and then throw in drunk friends with more drinking. How I had missed this type of thing throughout college was beyond me. Wasn't this type of thing part of what college was about? But then again in college I hadn't been myself, I had been something different.

I dropped to the ground close by to Gerard and let myself fall backwards so I was sprawled out on my now clean floor. I groaned.

"Come here," Mikey said as he patted his lap from where he was sprawled out on the recliner.

I chuckled a bit and groaned at the same time.

"Can't. Move. Too. Pooped," I let out, my body shaking a bit from my low chuckles.

Everyone let out a tired laugh at my response. Sharon had most of the couch occupied with her sprawled body, with Frankie taking up the last little bit, his body forming an odd position. Bob was in my one other chair and Ray was on the floor, legs crossed and fro and head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. Gerard was close by to me, just sitting straight up on the floor. God knows how long he had been up for by this point. The man was crazy.

"Besides she can't move, I am now using her as a pillow," Gerard said randomly and then plopped down, crashing his head onto my stomach.

"Oomph," I let out with the breath that was knocked out of me by his head.

"So comfy. Don't squirm," Gerard stated like a drill sergeant.

I laughed hard, causing his head to bounce up and down a bit from the intensity of it. People ended up joining in on the laughter as they watched Gerard's head bob up and down, his face contorting into funny faces. It turned out to be a vicious cycle as his funny faces only made me laugh more and harder, causing his head to bounce, which caused him to make faces and caused people to laugh more , which also made me laugh more, and so on and so forth. Finally Frankie fell off the couch from laughing so hard and the laughing stopped at his loud thud from contact. We all shot our heads his direction, Gerard and I lifting our heads up off the ground a bit to look his way, all of us staring at him. Once his eyes seemed to refocus Frankie let out a giggle and broke into a grin. Nothing was damaged, well more so than normal.

Notes

Cleaning day!
And my favorite line is finally has cause for creation.
You'll see it in the next chapter.
But this chapter had to happen for it to be born! XD