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The color Parade Blue I was from season 1 episode 5 of Viva La Bam where they painted his kitchen and everything in it blue.


The five of us trudged down the stairs, covered in paint. I had blue paint all over me. My clothes, hair, arms, and face had splotches of Parade Blue all over. I was the only one though. Originally Ray had asked if I still felt blue, and Frank took that as I think I'm going to paint you blue. Because of Frank's decisions, the others had turned into Smurfs as well.

"So how exactly are we going to get this paint off of us?" Mikey asked.

"When I found the radios I spotted some showers back in security," Frank explained.

"What about washing clothes?" I curiously asked Frank.

"Torrie, we live in a mall now. We can wear whatever we want from where ever we want," he grinned.

"So let's look through our new vast closet for something to wear," Gerard said enthusiastically.

Once we were back inside i took off. In my mind i was thinking of the numerous places to look through: Journey's, Victoria's Secret, Nordstroms, Bath and Body Works; the list went on. As I quickly walked toward the first store on my list i felt a hand on my shoulder.

"You shouldn't go off by yourself," Gerard said, startling me.

"I'm sorry, i guess i wasn't thinking about safety," I replied.

"Don't worry. Anyways, i want your opinion on what i should pick out. You always seem to wear pretty clothes," he smiled.

"Well i was just planning on getting the basics and then pick my clothes out when I was clean," i told him, pulling him along with me towards the first store.

"Really, can i help you with that?" He smirked as we stopped in front of the Victoria's Secret.

"If i didn't love you i would smack you right now," i laughed.

Ten minutes later i had left the store with a pair of yoga pants, t-shirt, underwear and a pair of slippers. During that ten minute period though Gerard had brought me almost everything in the store and asked if I could try it on for him. Of course, i shot him down every time.

"So what about you?" I asked him, swinging the pink bag in my hands.

"I'll just run into Macy's here and grab whatever for now. What are going to do about shampoo and shit?" He said as we walked into the department store.

"Towels from here, and then Bath and Body Works for the rest. Trust me," I told him, sorrow still weaved in my words.

"Until the end of time," he replied, pulling me in a hug.

The two of us stood like this for a few minutes; i didn't want to let go. When i finally, did he grabbed what he wanted and quickly threw it into a bag. We rushed over to the linens and he shoved a few towels into his bag and we quickly made our way to Bath and Body Works for cleaning products. Unfortunately i realized two things in our Journey.

A) Bath and Body Works was on the first floor.

B) The department stores have escalators.

"Gerard, what are we going to do about those escalators? Actually only one set was blown up, there has got to be a few more around this place," i thought out loud.

"Shit. I'll talk to the guys after we get cleaned up, we'll take care of it right after," he explained in an attempt to keep me from worrying.

"Okay," i said quietly, causing him to stare at me for the rest of our journey.


"There she is!" I heard someone say as we walked into the food court.

An hour had passed and I decided not to find different clothes. This was mainly because our need for food and the need to shut Mikey up about coffee.

"Hey Torrie, we had an accident," Jackie said quickly.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I followed her to the back.

"This girl, Madison, she was helping us cook lunch and cut her hand," she explained, taking me to the girl.

Madison was sitting on a stool in the back with a cloth wrapped around her hand. Her dark hair flowed past her shoulders framing her face. The green in her eyes stood out in contrast to the hazel mixed in. I gently took her hand and started to unwrap it. She winced as I fully removed the bandage from her hand, slowly rotating it to get a better look.

"You're going to need stitches," I told her while studying her hand.

During that time Mikey and Gerard wandered in looking for coffee, but I like to believe me.

"Hey, do you know where any coffee is?" Mikey asked looking around.

"Hey Mikey, I know you want coffee, but could you run over to security and grab their first aid kit? Gerard, can you go with him and make sure there is a needle and thread. That's what I need," I instructed them, still studying her hand.

"But Torrie!" Mikey whined.

"Please Mikey," I begged, causing him to look over at us.

"Yeah, I'll be right back," he said once he saw Madison.

"There'll be coffee waiting for you two when you get back," I enticed them.

"You're wearing different clothes," Jackie said to me as Mikey and Gerard ran out of the room.

"Yeah, Frank decided to paint me to match my mood I guess. Anyways we have a huge 'SOS Survivors Inside' sign on the roof with blue paint," I explained.

"You still sad?" She inquired.

"Yeah, I am," I replied, setting the girls hand gently on her knee.

"I'm sorry. Things will get better though. You've got me, and Gerard and the guys and Madison here," Jackie smiled, trying to make the girl feel important.

"Thanks. What exactly were you doing when you hurt yourself?" I asked the girl.

"Well, I was …," she started.

"Here! Here it is. There is a needle and thread in this one," Mikey panted, interrupting her.

"Thank you Mikey," I smiled.

"Coffee?" Gerard asked with grin.

"You come with me, Mikey you stay here. We'll be right back," Jackie explained, motioning to Gerard.

"Mikey, can you come over here and help me," I asked him.

He walked over towards me with the first aid kit in hand.

"Alright, I'm going to basically sew your cut together. Here is some Advil and if you're in any more pain than that just squeeze Mikey's hand," I said to her, rummaging through the kit.

I quickly looked over towards Mikey and watched him blush as she grabbed his hand with her non-injured one. Mikey looked more and more pale as her tanned hand griped his. As I sewed her up, she let out a few screams of pain. I felt sorry for her, knowing how much pain this was going to be.

"How do you know how to do this?" Madison whimpered in pain.

'I'm going to school to become a doctor, so I was trained how to do this," I explained.

"You're really good," she commented.

"Thanks. I have a scholarship so I need the best grades to keep it," I replied, finishing up her hand.

"Be careful with it and don't over exert yourself," I instructed, carefully reapplying a bandage to her hand.

"Okay," she replied.

Madison stood up and made to walk away, forgetting that Mikey's hand was still in hers. She started to pull him with him when she felt the slight resistance. Blushing, she let go of his hand and quickly walked away, leaving Mikey standing with his hand still extended. His eyes stared as her long legs his she left the room cradling her wounded hand as if it would break if she let go.

"Here," Gerard said, placing a cup of coffee in Mikey's extended hand.

"Thanks," he replied, not paying attention to the item he had been wanting for an hour.

"Is he okay?" Gerard asked me as Jackie handed me my coffee.

"Yeah, he's okay. I think he might like Madison though," I replied.

"Hey, what happened to your ring?" Gerard asked, grabbing my hand and looking at it.

"The paint war," I explained, taking a sip of my coffee.

"It's pretty much ruined," he complained.

"But you gave it to me before this whole thing started, so I'm going to keep wearing it," I smiled.

"If you insist," he replied, leading me out of the back and towards the food court.


The rest of the day flew by. I ended up fully meeting everyone else. There was Madison, Aaron, Megan, Andrew, Robert and Nicole. Robert, Andrew, and Madison were speeding out of their apartment complex and found Nicole corned by them, her boyfriend already taken by the walking dead. Aaron and Megan were siblings who had found the other four while running down an empty alley way.

"Hey, girlie, why don't we take a walk," Jackie sad, pulling me up from the couch in the furniture store.

The guys had been fiddling with the electronics, trying to get the tvs to work for the past hour.

"So what's up?" I asked her.

"How are you holding up?" She asked.

"I'm doing well," I lied.

"Victoria," Jackie replied sternly.

"It still hurts," I answered truthfully.

"And it probably will for a while. You know what we should do?" she asked playfully.

"What?" I innocently replied.

"We should go get you some comics, that's what," she smiled.

"That sounds wonderful," I smiled in response.

"Stairs or Elevator or one of the many ESCALATORS! SHIT!" I exclaimed, realizing that the issue of numerous escalators still existed.

"I thought they blew up the escalator?" Jackie asked me.

"What mall that you know of has only one up and one down escalator?" I replied rushing back into the store.

"What's going on?" Gerard smiled, standing up from one of the tvs.

"The other escalators!" I reminded him.

"Fuck!" he sighed.

"Jackie and I are going downstairs to the comic book store," I started.

"I don't like you going downstairs," he interrupted me.

"Well, until all of the comics are moved upstairs, I'm going downstairs to get some. I'll be back in a bit," I finished, starting to walk away.

"Hey, take a radio and baseball bat with you," Gerard said, grabbing my arm.

"I will," I told him walking back towards our little room.

"Torrie," he called out to me as I entered our room.

"What?" I answered walking back out with a baseball bat.

"I love you," he said, stopping me in my tracks.

"I love you too," I smiled, gaining movement again.

"Woman! What took you so long?" Jackie yelled at me as I walked back towards her.

"Gerard wanted me to take a radio and baseball bat, you know; just in case," I smiled as I walked towards her.

"You're smiling. What else did he say?" She hounded me as we walked towards the fire stairs.

"He might have said 'I love you'" I replied, still smiling.

"Oh," she laughed, making a back deal out of it.

"What?" I asked.

"He is good for you. I'm glad you two never had a bad break-up, what with those three kinda break-ups you had," she answered.

"I couldn't have any distractions in college," I explained.

"What do you think is gonna happen to us now?" She wondered out loud as we started on the first floor.

"I don't know. We should break into radio shack and grab a radio; in case the guys can't get the tvs to work right. This way we'll know what's going on out there," I replied, stopping in front of the comic book store.

"I wonder if the rest of the world is in the same predicament like us," Jackie said, helping me break the lock on the gate covering the front of the store.

"If it isn't, then maybe we could make a break for a different country," I told her hopefully.

"So, what do you want to get in here?" She inquired, sitting on the counter.

"Let's just grab as much as we can. That way we won't have to keep coming downstairs," I answered.

"You and your comics," she scoffed, jumping off the counter and grabbing a novelty bag from a rack.


"Frank, Ray! We've got work!" Gerard said to them.

"What about me?" Mikey asked.

"With your track record, you'll get hurt and I can't have you getting hurt; not today," Gerard explained.

"but I won't get hurt!" Mikey argued.

"Think of it as, staying here with Madison and making sure she doesn't pull her stitches," Gerard convinced him.

"Fine," he sighed in defeat.

"What's going on?" Ray asked.

"There are more escalators," Gerard explained.

"Fuck!" Frank exclaimed

"Yeah, I know. Do you have any more explosives?" He asked him.

"I don't know if I'll have enough though," Frank replied.

"What's going on?" Robert asked.

"Well Robert, need to take out a few more escalators and we might not have enough explosives," Ray exploded.

"First off, call me Bob, and second off, take me to the hardware store. I might know how to make small explosives," He grinned.