Because tonight I am going to see My Chemical Romance in concert, I had to post this Crackfic my friend Tristin (Electric Revenge) and I made up. We're so epic like that!
Disclaimer: The only thing I own are concert tickets! Woohoo!
I DID SOME SERIOUS EDITING AND CHANGED THE YEAR FROM 2011 TO 2005 FOR FUTURE PLOT TWISTS. THANK YOU!
Yes I know they reference "Destroya" in the next chapter, just go with it...ok?
Adyson and Tristin sat on the small couch, dozing slightly as David Bowie danced across the screen.
"I've seen this movie a hundred times before," Tristin complained, "Let's watch something else."
"I love my Bowie, but I completely agree," Adyson sighed, going back to the Netflix main page and searching around. She managed to find a documentary about My Chemical Romance (One of their favorite bands) and their beginnings. It even told about their life back in Belleville, New Jersey. They watched in avid curiosity until their eyelids began to droop. They had been up since six that morning, and it was almost 2am. They trundled up the stairs and fell into bed, still wearing their clothes. Adyson rolled onto her side so that the iPod in her pocket wouldn't dig into her leg during the night, and made room for Tristin. The blue-haired girl tugged her Invader Zim sweatshirt around her thin shoulders and nuzzled the pillow.
"Do you know what I wish most in the world?" she asked her friend.
"What?"
"I wish I could meet the band when they were younger, like in their twenties," Tristin stared off dreamily into space. Adyson laughed quietly and rolled her blue eyes at her friend.
"I'm sure Frank would be ecstatic," she mumbled, falling into a deep sleep. She awoke a little while later, her legs suddenly becoming very cold. "Tristin, quit hogging the blanket!"
"I'm not…you are," her drowsy friend complained. Adyson opened her eyes and looked around at the white world. It was snowing, and they were laying in the middle of the sidewalk.
"WHAT THE HECK?" Adyson shouted. Tristin also made a wild exclamation, although hers was M-rated. "Where are we?"
"I have no idea, but I'm freezing. Anyways, we just knock on one of these doors and ask for directions," Tristin suggested. Adyson nodded and they approached the closest residence, a small beige house with a white door. Tristin knocked and took a step back, waiting for the portal to open. A short woman pulled it wide, looking extremely confused.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"We're really lost, actually…" Adyson paused, "We have no idea where we are right now."
"Come on in," the lady stepped aside and entered. "My name is Donna. Who are you?"
"I'm Adyson and this is Tristin," Adyson motioned to her and her friend. Donna looked at Tristin's large mound of blue hair strangely before smiling and shaking her head. "We're from Detroit!"
"Where?"
"Detroit, Michigan. Automotive industry landmark and home of the Henry Ford Museum?" Tristin suggested. She was kind of nervous. "Like my friend said, we're totally lost. Do you know how we can get back? We'd hate to be a bother."
"Don't worry your little heads about it, I think I know where you're talking about. But I can't give you directions," Donna wrinkled her eyebrows in concentration for a moment. Then she smoothed out her exterior and turned the two awkward teenagers in her kitchen. "I can honestly say I've never seen anyone quite like you girls. And that's saying something with a son like mine."
"That's cool! How old is your son?" Tristin chirped happily. Donna smiled again and motioned to the basement door.
"Nineteen. And his younger brother who's seventeen, plus their friend. They should be upstairs any minute," she said. As if by magic, the two girls heard a door slam and several pairs of feet make their way up the stairs. Three heads, two black and one brown, poked over the stairway and made eye contact with the two shocked girls at the table. Tristin's face spread into a wide smile, her eyes growing huge. Adyson just rolled her eyes at her friend and smiled.
"Mom, who're your friends?" asked the tallest boy. It was obvious by his height that he was oldest.
"Actually, these girls got lost and came in to ask for directions. Do you guys know how to get to Detroit?" Donna asked.
"Michigan?" the second-shortest raised and eyebrow.
"Yeah," Adyson answered. She was pretty sure that Tristin was incapable of speech at the moment. "We'd hate to be a bother or anything. So where is the nearest bus stop, we'll be on our way."
"Frank?" Tristin finally murmured.
"Yeah?" asked the last one. He was short with shaved black hair and a lip ring. His eyes narrowed. "Do I know you?"
"I'm a huge fan," the girl answered. "You're amazing!"
"Ummm, thanks?"
"He he he…" her nervous giggles trailed off.
"Sorry about her, she's a little shell-shocked right now. I am too, but I seem to be coping a little bit better than her," Adyson interjected, cocking her head to the side. "So what year is it?"
"1996," the oldest boy, who was obviously Gerard, answered.
"Thank you. Tristin," Adyson turned to her friend and stated matter-of-factly, "We're hallucinating."
"No you're not," Mikey stepped forward. "Because we're reacting too. Trust me, I'm freaking out right now. And what the heck are you wearing?"
"Skinny jeans," Tristin mumbled, still shell-shocked.
"No, I meant your shirt," Mikey pointed to Tristin's Invader Zim sweatshirt that was half-zipped, revealing her homemade Zone T3 Killjoys shirt with her name, Electric Revenge, across the chest.
"Invader Zim?"
"Who?" Gerard asked, speaking for the second time. "I've never heard of that."
"It's a pretty popular show…where we come from," Adyson said, not really explaining anything.
"Where are you from, besides Detroit of course," Frank asked. Tristin squeaked a little bit when he spoke.
"We, my dear friends, are from 2005!" Tristin said, finally coming out of her utter fan girl-based-hyper drive. "And I'm sorry for freaking you out Frank, it's just…YOU'RE SO FREAKING AMAZING!"
"How would you know?" Mikey asked.
"Because where we come from, you're in a famous band," Adyson smiled, reaching for her iPod in her pocket. She turned it on and ran a finger across the touch-screen, hurriedly typing in the search bar for Helena (So Long and Goodnight). "This is a personal favorite."
"Long ago, just like the hearse you died to get in again; we are so far from you..." she paused the song. Gerard's mouth was hanging open, his chin nearly touching the floor. Frank took a few steps forward and glared down at the little machine in Adyson's hand, and Mikey was just giggling like a schoolgirl. Adyson looked around forlornly.
"Mine's not here," she said with a frown. Gerard raised an eyebrow.
"Your what?"
"My favorite member of the band. There's you, Mikey, Frank, and Ray…but I see no Ray…" she took another precursory glance around.
Ding Dong rang the doorbell. Adyson's head whipped around. "YES!"
"And now I'm a little freaked out," Frank admitted. Tristin's head was about to explode.
"Can I hug you?" she asked. He nodded dumbly and watched in fear as the small black girl with the large blue hair darted around the kitchen table and attached herself to him around the waist. Refusing to let go. "I love you!"
"Ok then, I'm officially scared," Frank muttered, running a hand through his hair. He walked into the kitchen to get some coffee, Tristin still clinging to him like a skirt. "And she's not letting go."
"Not anytime soon, I'd think," Adyson stated. "She's like your biggest fan." At this, Frank smiled. Nodding in acute self-accomplishment.
"I have fans," he smiled. "How about Gerard?"
"Yup. Thousands of girls across the world want to have your children," Adyson said with a smirk. Gerard almost spat his coffee down his shirt. Mrs. Way came in, leading a very happy Ray Toro, who was the next to be attacked by a rabid fan girl. "I think Ray is the awesomest though."
"Who are these guys?" Ray asked, awkwardly patting the purple-haired girl on the head as she squeezed his middle. "And why is this one hugging me?"
"These are time traveling fan girls!" Mikey said, dancing around happily.
"He was one freaky teenager," Tristin muttered from her place around Frank.
"Which one?" Adyson asked.
"Mikey," Tristin snorted. Frank was now attempting to Pam-Spray her off of him. It wasn't working.
"HELP ME PLEASE GERARD!"
"But she loves you!" he put one hand on his hip.
"Sic him, girl," Adyson laughed. Tristin turned from Frank and ran, like lightning, over to Gerard.
"Noooooo!" Gerard screamed. "Not me!"
"You asked for it," Adyson and Frank said at the same time. Adyson let go of a still very confused Ray. "Hi Ray, I'm your biggest fan! You rock at guitar."
"Ummm…thanks?" he said. Adyson played the opening from Headfirst for Halos and watched his surprised expression. "I am pretty cool."
"Yes you are," Adyson smiled, then frowned, "But you have like seven total fan girls."
"It's okay. Gerard's butt was always the nicest," Tristin interjected. Gerard's face paled. "Unfortunately you all get married and have children."
"YES!" Mikey screamed. "I GET MARRIED!"
"You're a spaz," Adyson cocked an eyebrow at the freaky teen. "A cute spaz. And hey, when you guys make the Na Na Na video, DON'T DYE YOUR HAIR! YOU LOOK LIKE A LEMON!"
"Okay," he said, still giddy.
