Rae was taller than Gerard, and better at guitar, and a hell of a lot hotter. Also, more boobular.
"Boobular's not a word," Mikey said, meticulously straightening his hair.
"Her tits, Mikes, have you even seen them?"
Mikey smirked at him. "You were always blocking the view. Except for the one time I slipped on your drool."
"I can't help it." Gerard sighed dramatically. "She's so talented, Mikey. I'd write her a song and she'd just make it better, that's how talented she is."
Mikey shrugged. "Ask her out."
"She's my band." Gerard's life was horrible. Painful. Completely -
"I'd still go out with you," Rae said, sitting down next to him.
Gerard gaped. And gaped. And then gaped some more, this time while Mikey snickered.
"We could hit the comic shop, see a movie." Rae smiled. "And then maybe buy ice cream and make out."
Gerard couldn't talk. Oh God, he couldn't talk, he had laryngitis and he was going to die and never get a chance to -
"He says yes," Mikey said, sounding supremely bored. "And also that you're pretty." He looked over at Gerard. "See, I was nice and didn't tell her you called her boobular."
Rae laughed; Gerard was pretty sure it was on purpose, because things...jiggled. "Thanks," she said, and then leaned forward, kissing Gerard quickly. Her breasts pressed against Gerard's chest; Gerard tried not to think about licking her all over.
"Tomorrow?" he said finally, very nearly squeaking.
Rae smiled. "Tomorrow," she said, squeezing Gerard's hand with the fingers that Gerard fervently hoped would be wrapped around his cock - or in his ass, really - very soon.
Gerard refrained from making victory arms until she left, at least. He was very proud.
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31/1/08 04:26 (UTC)Rae was taller than Gerard, and better at guitar, and a hell of a lot hotter. Also, more boobular.
"Boobular's not a word," Mikey said, meticulously straightening his hair.
"Her tits, Mikes, have you even seen them?"
Mikey smirked at him. "You were always blocking the view. Except for the one time I slipped on your drool."
"I can't help it." Gerard sighed dramatically. "She's so talented, Mikey. I'd write her a song and she'd just make it better, that's how talented she is."
Mikey shrugged. "Ask her out."
"She's my band." Gerard's life was horrible. Painful. Completely -
"I'd still go out with you," Rae said, sitting down next to him.
Gerard gaped. And gaped. And then gaped some more, this time while Mikey snickered.
"We could hit the comic shop, see a movie." Rae smiled. "And then maybe buy ice cream and make out."
Gerard couldn't talk. Oh God, he couldn't talk, he had laryngitis and he was going to die and never get a chance to -
"He says yes," Mikey said, sounding supremely bored. "And also that you're pretty." He looked over at Gerard. "See, I was nice and didn't tell her you called her boobular."
Rae laughed; Gerard was pretty sure it was on purpose, because things...jiggled. "Thanks," she said, and then leaned forward, kissing Gerard quickly. Her breasts pressed against Gerard's chest; Gerard tried not to think about licking her all over.
"Tomorrow?" he said finally, very nearly squeaking.
Rae smiled. "Tomorrow," she said, squeezing Gerard's hand with the fingers that Gerard fervently hoped would be wrapped around his cock - or in his ass, really - very soon.
Gerard refrained from making victory arms until she left, at least. He was very proud.