"So, er, you can sleep on my bed and I'll just like take the floor." I said once we got to my room and had set his bags down. He rolled his eyes at me.

"It's your bed, you take it and I'll sleep on the floor. Besides, I'm not sure how well my parents cleaned down here before they sold it and there could be traces of, uh, stuff still on the carpet."

"What kind of stuff?"

"The kind that shoots out of a penis." He said, becoming interested in his shoes. I just stared at him. Did the man jack off randomly in the middle of his room or something? I mean really, what the hell? "Er, yeah I know that's kind of really weird."

"Okay then..." I contemplated asking him why there would be that sort of stuff randomly in the middle of the room, but then decided that I really didn't want to know. "I still don't want you to sleep on the floor though, how about we go out and get an air mattress? That way we'll both be happy."

"Alright, but I'm paying for it and I'm driving us." I smirked at his later request.

"Oh really? Pray tell, what will you be driving then Mr. Way?" He opened his mouth to speak before closing it and glaring at me. I chuckled and grabbed my keys off of my desk.

We walked upstairs and almost made it out the door when we were attacked by Mikey. And I really do mean it when I say we were attacked. The man chucked plastic utensils at us before running and tackling Gerard, which had a domino effect causing me to fall also. The he proceeded to wrestle around on the floor with Gerard and I, yet again, was affected by it, meaning that Mikey threw a stray punch and hit me in the nose. So, as I was still stuck on the floor with my face gushing blood, dumb and dumber just kept screaming at each other and fighting.

Finally my mom came rushing down the stairs to figure out what all of the ruckus going on down here was and fainted when she saw my face covered in blood. Only when they saw my mom crash to the floor did they finally look over to see me.

Now you may wonder why I didn't just get up and go clean myself up, well considering I had two full grown men wrestling on top of my legs it had been pretty much impossible to get up.

"Oh my God Ellen! Are you alright?" Gerard yelled as he and Mikey struggled to untangle themselves and help me stand up.

"Does it look like I'm alright?" I asked sarcastically while pinching my nose and walking upstairs to the bathroom, Gerard followed me upstairs while Mikey went to try and wake up my mother.

"What happened?" Gerard asked as I washed the blood off my face and plugged up my nose with tissues.

"Well you and your idiot brother were wrestling and he some how managed to punch me in the face."

"Oh God, I'm sorry!" He said as he wrapped his arms around me. I'm not going to lie, it felt really right for him to be holding me. When he finally let go of me I sighed at the loss of contact.

"It's alright. Let's get to the store before I decided to hunt down your brother and kill him." Gerard nodded and I finished cleaning up my nose before we finally left.

We got in my car, a lovely black and rusty camero from the stone age. It was truly a miracle that the thing still ran, even more so that nearly everything in it worked, except the air conditioning and the seats were completely beat up and stained, but I'm not sure if they really count in the 'working' thing. Anyways, I popped in my favorite Misifts cd, Evilive, and we sped down the road singing along to '20 Eyes'.

Now lemme tell you, Gerard singing in person is like, twenty-million times better then the cd's. Especially when it's in an intimate environment, like a car, and it's just relaxed and you almost wonder if he knows that he's singing out loud or if he's so used to it that it's just a second nature to him, like breathing. Nothing can beat that, at least not in my opinion.