The food had grown bland and tasteless, as did the atmosphere of our table. No one could even look at each other, let alone speak, leaving the noise of the restaurant to engulf our table, and fear, sadness, and worry to engulf our bodies. Mikey couldn't even sit straight. Then Ray's sudden movement jerked the table awake: "I think its time for the talking stick!"

The table moaned

For years, ray has kept a little talking stick thing in his pocket, ever since our first 'warped tour' in Arizona.

"Ray, please, not now" pleaded Bob

"but this is the perfect opportunity to use it!"

"why?" I questioned

"because this little baby has a built-in pen" he announced as he winked at prudence, who flashed a grin.

It has a pen because he didn't have enough money for a realistic model…

"Mikey, why don't you go first?" The feathery stick-pen creation was passed to a nervous Mikey, who never did like public speaking, even if front of a group of people who he knew very well, and there was like 6 of us, including him. Its too bad 'cause he's so insightful. I love my little brother, SQUEEE!!!

*random, much?*

"Okay, well, um, I uhh, well you see, uhh, I don't appreciate the way you are treating our lovely guest." Mikey patted Michelle's head as he passed her the stick

* I think the problem is I'm not a guest, I'm kinda living with you…*she capped the pen part and slid it carefully across the table to Frankie

"Well yes that is the problem, I mean its going to be expensive to have her live with us, we'll need more food, toiletries, and an extra room, at hotels AND on the bus, which will cost A LOT"

" um, frank, in case you haven't noticed, WE CAN AFFORD THAT AND MORE!" Gerard shouted out

"Gerard you need the stick…" Ray scolded as Gerard reached and grabbed the stick

" and besides she can stay in a room with us, we'll just get one of those triple bed deals at hotels. I think you just don't want her around!!"

"that's not true!!!!"

"Frankie the stick" Ray interrupted

Frankie got hold of the stick, but wasn't able to get it out of Gerard's hand

"I'm just trying to think of everyone else!! Were not made of money here!!!" shouted Frankie

"when'd you figure that out? When you got a seven hundred dollar glow in the dark tatto for your ass?!! Or when you got laser removal or 1000 dollars!?!"

"For you information, I didn't even get the surgery, I still HAVE IT!!!! HAHA!!!"

"well, that sure as hell shows me doesn't it, Mr. stupid head!?!"

"SERIOUSLY??? Dude I haven't been called that since the forth grade!"

"maybe not to your face you haven't, HA!!!"

Both our holds on the stick grew stronger, I could swear I heard some cracking noises coming from the stick and feathers, I probably didn't even noticed but I bet Ray was FREAKED OUT of his mind. But then a small hand slipped the talking stick from out of our grip, and started scribbling away on her notepad, we all looked to see prudence lift up her notepad and read:

*stop beating up Rays stick!!!!*

We all looked at one another, all for mikey who started giggling. He continued to do so untill be started laughing, and everyone was staring at him, wide-eyed and bewildered. Finally Bob was the one to getup the nerve to ask: "what the hell are you laughing at?"

Mikey breathed for a second and said "Rays stick" and continued to laugh once more at the stupid humor. But he wasn't the only one, Ray was actually the second to join in, bob came in after him, Frankie started to laugh inside his hand, and I Exploded! Its so stupid and ridiculous, the whole table erupted in laughter, that is untill we were asked to leave. Everyone was staring at us, some shaking their heads, some looking amused, it didn't really matter though, because we didn't even have to pay for our meal.