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13 June 2006 @ 02:41 am
MCR Fic Challenge # 2  
Title: Bored

Author: ghost_of_helena

Rating: Teen

Summary: Frank and Mikey are home alone and bored.

Disclaimer: It's all FAKE. Never happened. Don't know them. Never will.

“If we don’t find something at least semi interesting to do I’m going to die,” Frank said as he looked over at Mikey, who was sitting on the other end of the couch. “And I won’t just die. I’ll come back to life as a zombie and then eat you alive. All because you told me to come over because you didn’t want to be alone.”

“You can go home if you want. I’m not forcing you to stay here with me,” Mikey said, giving Frank a look.

“I don’t want to go home. No one to bother; at least here I have you to bother.” Frank grinned and then moved over till he was sitting next to Mikey. He quickly leaned in and bit Mikey on the shoulder.

“Ow!” Mikey quickly got up and turned around, giving Frank a not so happy look. “Why did you have to do that for?” He asked as he rubbed the spot Frank had bitten.

“I told you I was going to die and come back to eat you alive.” Frank replied laughing and grinning at the look that Mikey still had on his face. “That was fun. Now we need something else to do. There’s gotta be something to do! I mean your Mom isn’t here and neither is Gerard.”

“Umm,” Mikey thought for a minute. “We could…nah,” he said with a shake of his head. “Or we could…” he really wasn’t coming up with anything that might actually seem entertaining.

“You’re hopeless.” Frank sighed and then stood up. “Let’s go snoop around your Brother’s room and see what he might be hiding. That could be fun and interesting all at the same time.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Yeah, I figured you would say that, but see me not caring.” Frank said as he walked past Mikey and started for the basement door. “Come on, or I’ll bite you again!” When Mikey was following right behind Frank couldn’t help but snicker to himself. “I knew that would get you moving.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t feel like dealing with you and your biting. Once was enough.” Mikey rubbed at the spot on his shoulder as if the pain had all of a sudden come back with just the mention of it.

Frank glanced over his shoulder as he made his way down the stairs, “you know you liked it.”

“I did not! Let me bite you and see how much you like it.”

Frank shook his head and walked faster down the stairs. “I don’t want you fucking biting me. You might give me rabies or something like it.”

“You stupid fucker. Do I look like a dog?” Mikey wish he had something near by so he could grab it and throw it at Frank. “Wait, don’t answer that.”

“Okay, I won’t.” Frank said as he jumped the last two steps and landed at the bottom. He glanced around for a moment before something caught his eye. “Ooh.”

Whenever Frank said ‘ooh’ that meant something caught his attention, and when something caught Frank’s attention it wasn’t always a good thing. Mikey could only wonder what would already grab his friend’s attention, especially since they barely made it down the stairs. “No way, you’re not touching that.”

“And you’re no fucking fun,” Frank said as he walked over to all the paint and stuff. “Scared Gerard will kill us if we touch his stuff?”

“Yes,” Mikey replied. “So let’s not touch it and go back upstairs and figure out something else to do. Something that won’t result in our death.”

Frank rolled his eyes and picked up a paintbrush, examining it. “I want to paint though.” He looked at the all the pretty paint and then at the easel with the pretty white paper screaming to be painted on.

“Frank, come on,” Mikey tried once again, but deep down he pretty much knew it was worthless. Frank did what Frank wanted to do no matter how many times you beg and plead him not to do it.

“Where we going?” Frank asked as he started to open up every single canister of paint. His mind was made up. He was going to paint. What he was going to paint, who knew. Not like he knew how to draw or anything. Really he just liked the idea of making a mess.

“We’re going to leave the paint alone and go back upstairs,” came Mikey’s simple reply.

“Blah, blah, blah. You can go upstairs and be bored out of your fucking mind, but I’m not. I’m staying right here.” Frank stared at all the pretty colors for a minute before deciding to dip the brush into the green paint.

Sometimes Mikey just wanted to smack Frank, he probably should do it since he was being such a pain in the ass right now. “I’m still not having any fun here,” Mikey finally said after awhile of watching Frank.

“Well, you’re just standing there like a dumb-ass. Grab a brush and draw your little heart out!” when Mikey didn’t move Frank sighed, dipped the brush in blue paint, turned around, walked over to Mikey and drew a big blue line across his cheek. “Much better. I could always paint you blue and then call you a Smurf.”

“No!” Mikey grabbed the paint brush out of Frank’s hand then stabbed Frank on the forehead so that he now had a big blue dot. “You could be a Smurf now, too.”

Well this should be interesting. Frank grinned and then quickly grabbed another paintbrush, dipped it in the red paint, and then flicked the paint at Mikey. “Incoming!” he started laughing when a bunch of red paint covered Mikey’s shirt and jeans. “Should’ve moved,” he told him, trying to keep a straight face.

“Should’ve moved,” Mikey mocked. Yeah, maybe if he had time he would’ve moved far away from Frank, but since he had no clue what Frank was up to he was now covered in red spots. “This is war!” There was no way he was letting his friend get away with this.

“Oh no! Not that! Not a war!” Frank got more paint and flicked it in Mikey’s direction, half of it hitting its mark and the other half landing on the floor. Oops!

Paint flew back and forth between the two of them until there was hardly any left and they were covered in a rainbow of colors.

“Damn, no more,” Frank said as he tossed what he had in hands onto the table. “Well, that was fun! We should’ve come down here sooner.” He said as he looked over at Mikey. “You’re kind of rainbow-y.”

“Kinda?” Mikey asked as he inspected himself. He looked as bad as Frank did. “We look like a big mess… along with the room.” And now it was all starting to settle in. Their fun was definitely going to have consequences. “Gerard is gonna kill us.”

“Us?” Frank asked as he scratched at a dry patch of blue paint that was on his arm. “He’ll kill you before he even thinks of killing me. I’m not related and I don’t live with him.” Thank god for that! When he saw the some-what scared look on Mikey’s face he added in, “We can give him whatever money we have, that’ll keep him from not wanting to kill us. But we’ll have to wait until he’s not pissed off. Okay?”


“Don’t worry about it,” Frank said just as the front door slammed shut.

“Did you hear that?” Mikey quickly asked, glancing over at the stairs. Somebody was home and he had a good idea on who that somebody might be.

“Okay, time to go!” Frank quickly grabbed Mikey by the wrist and started dragging him to the basement door that led outback.

“But you said not to worry.”

“Forget what I fucking said. Let’s just get the fuck out of here.” Saying not to worry, and thinking about it was one thing, but when the ‘danger’ was just around the corner it was a whole other story, and there was no way Frank was sticking around to be murdered. Not tonight, not ever. “You can stay with me tonight, unless you want to go back.”

“I’m not going back tonight!” Mikey knew better. He knew how Gerard was and there was no way he was going back home. He’ll go back when he knew it would be semi safe, and tonight was nowhere near safe.

“I didn’t think so,” Frank said as he started to run away from the house, still holding onto Mikey’s wrist. “It was still fun.”

“Yeah, it was.”
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: Sia - Where I Belong
Lil Punk Pony: MiniFrank!lilpunkpony on June 13th, 2006 10:17 am (UTC)
OMG! That rocked soo much! I love how it turned out. Yay my challenge!

I loved how Frank still held onto Mikey as they ran. It just reminded me of when someone grabs your hand in a sweet gesture and forgets to let go.
Ghost of Helenaghost_of_helena on June 13th, 2006 10:23 am (UTC)
Yaaaaaaaaaaaay glad you liked how it turned out.

Heehee, he was too busy being scared and wanting to run away.
Lil Punk Pony: Kelly's tattoolilpunkpony on June 13th, 2006 10:26 am (UTC)
~Claps and throws cookies~ You did so awesome!

Don't play down the Frank/Mikey moment! :P
Ghost of Helena: So Long And Goodnightghost_of_helena on June 13th, 2006 10:29 am (UTC)
Yay cookies! *saves them for later*

LOL, is that what you think that was?
Lil Punk Pony: Gerard 'Too Hot'lilpunkpony on June 13th, 2006 10:47 am (UTC)
~Throws a few more then stops.~

Don't laugh at me! That's what I got from it! Doesn't matter if that's what you meant to do! :P
Ghost of Helenaghost_of_helena on June 13th, 2006 10:51 am (UTC)
*saves those too*

Laughlaughlaugh :D
Lil Punk Pony: Frank's hand!lilpunkpony on June 13th, 2006 10:53 am (UTC)
:( So mean to me.