First and Last

When Blue returned to the apartment later that night, she found her roommate, Mary-Kate Britton, lying on the sofa with her laptop perched on her lap and her green ear-buds plugged into her ears, the loud rap music screeching into the quiet room.
“You know you’re going to go deaf if you don’t turn that down!” Blue shouted, making Kate jump.
She quickly pulled the buds out of her ears, leaping off the couch so fast that Blue thought she was going to drop the laptop. Kate bounced over and grabbed the paper bag out from Blue’s hands, opening it to reveal the delicious scent of Chinese.
“You bought take-out! Thanks!” Kate exclaimed, pulling the food out.
“And you owe me ten bucks,” Blue said, pulling her coat and gloves off.
Kate’s jaw dropped, “Why? I mean, you offered to pick-up dinner. And I’m a poor college student.”
“Because you asked me to order all the expensive food and I need money too. Especially for this weekend.”
Kate had been stuffing her mouth full of shrimp lo mien when Blue spoke the four deadly words. She swallowed quickly and asked, “So you are going to see those idiots.”
“They’re not idiots!” Blue exclaimed, “They are the sweetest guys I know.”
“Uh-huh, that’s what you said about the last guy.”
She looked at her roommate with surprise. Usually, Mary-Kate was supportive in Blue’s decisions, but recently, she had begun to detect a change in her.
Blue nodded and sat cross-legged in the big comfy chair in front of the TV. A news story was on about an Opposition Movement between Venezuela and the United States, details were still quite fuzzy.
Kate plopped down next to Blue, munching away on a crab-rangoo. She looked at her and said, “Sorry, Blue.”
“For what?”
“About what I said. It was uncalled for and the guy was a total dick-head for dumping you.”
Blue nodded and looked at her left wrist where a scar gleamed out at her.
It was seven months ago when she met Stephan. He was a police cop and had recently gone through a bad break-up with his fiancé. He asked her out a couple times and Blue had thought she found her perfect man when the tables turned, leaving her crying in the apartment bathroom, wondering if this life was worth living.
Blue was about to take her own life when the radio’s music suddenly changed. A new rock band called My Chemical Romance had released a new song called Famous Last Words. As she listened to it, Blue knew that life was pointless if she didn’t get up and try again.
She bandaged her wrist and fell asleep, but awake and unafraid inside.
Blue smiled lightly at the memory just as Kate was saying, “They did, technically, save your life.”
“They did. And I’m forever grateful for it.”
Mary-Kate smiled and offered a plate to Blue, “So, when are you leaving for Chicago again?”
“I’ll be leaving Friday afternoon and won’t be back til Sunday morning. Depends on when Missy’s ready,” Blue answered.
“So, I’ll take care of Graham?” she asked.
“If you could, that’ll be a big help,” Blue answered, swallowing, “and I’ll pay you fifteen dollars for taking care of him.”
“Sounds like a deal to me!”
The two girls clinked their soda glasses.
***
“Come on Missy! It’s time to go!” Blue called into the apartment as Melissa struggled to throw a few clothes into the suitcase Blue had brought for her two days ago.
Friday snuck up on the two girls fairly quickly. When the time finally arrived for them to leave, Missy had second thoughts on the cloths she packed.
“Should I bring the t-shirt with that weird symbol on it?” Missy called down.
“What you had was perfect! I don’t get why you have to pack all these dresses and skirts. We’re only going to be in Chicago for two days,” Blue answered, walking into the room.
“That may be, but Chicago has the best restaurants in the Midwest, not including the ridiculous fast food places. And besides, I want to see if I can snag a man.”
Blue laughed, shaking her head as Melissa snapped her suitcase closed and headed out the door. Blue followed her, closing and locking the spacious apartment door behind her.
Once the two girls hit the road toward Chicago, Melissa asked questions about the band.
“Where did you say they were from again?” she asked.
“I believe all of them, except Bob, came from New Jersey,” Blue answered.
“That’s one of the guitarists, right?”
“Nope. Ray, Mikey, and Frank are the guitars. Bob does percussion and drums while Gerard does vocals.”
“Do you like any of them?” Missy teased.
Blue sighed, “I love the music and the messages they teach…”
“But?” Melissa pushed.
“I do really like Gerard,” Blue blushed out, her face turning pink.
Missy laughed as Blue turned the radio up to overcome the laughter and shame of embarrassment.
“Come on Blue!” Missy clucked, “Don’t be embarrassed!”
“I’m just afraid of becoming a groupie, you know?” Blue sighed.
“A groupie?”
“A groupie is someone, a fan in most cases, that bothers a celebrity to the extreme. It’ll be like you asking Jonny Depp to marry you ten times daily or Arthur tweeting Brittany Spears every hour.”
Missy nodded slightly, looking up at the ceiling, “So when will we hit Chicago?”
“Maybe in a couple hours, why?”
“Wake me up when we get there.”

Notes

Yay! Second Chapter done!!!! :D
I am so proud at the moment it's not even funny :P

So anyway, I know this chapter is kinda shitty, but I thought I should introduce how Blue became a fan of MCR. Same thing happened to me, except it was the year they broke up, which makes me really sad :(

I don't know when Chapter 3: The Concert will be posted, but i will try to get it done sometime between today and Thursday. Hoping int will be up tomorrow around 2 my time, but like i said, i'm unsure at the moment because i have writer's block :P

Thanks again for everyone who is reading!