Hi, lovelies! Yes, I'm updating! It's a miracle! I have a bit of free time, and I'm working on this story. It's my #1 story. Review for me, babies!
Notice: MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE HAS DEFORMED! I'M INCREDIBLY HEARTBROKEN BY THIS! EXPECT TO SEE A LOT OF THEIR SONGS ON THE NEXT FEW CHAPPIES!
Did you guess who 'Rebecca' was? She's that cute powerpuff Bunny!
Song: The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance
Boomer woke up with a smile on his face, surprisingly. He hates mornings, but he could feel that today would be different than the other boring Saturdays. He could sense it. He jumped out of bed and raced downstairs, using his amazing super powers. It really rules when I don't have to pretend like I'm normal, he thought to himself. He saw his 'father' sitting at the kitchen table with his claws folded, obviously expecting him. "You're in a good mood, Boomer," he said, his high pitched voice irritating the dogs next door.
"I feel good, Dad," Boomer said back. His father, who simply goes by 'Him', curled his black lips into a smile. Boomer smiled warmly at him before turning to the cabinets and looking through them.
him.
"Ich möchte Waffeln und französisch Toast mit Orangensaft zum Frühstück, Dad." (I want waffles and french toast with orange juice for breakfats, Dad. in german) Boomer said with a competitive look in his bright blue eyes. His dad, simply smirked, while his red eyes were flaring.
"Nie mamy żadnych gofry," Him said smiling at his son, who started pouting. His blue eyes looked downward and he sniffed, trying to hold back tears.
"No waffles?" he said with a defeated look on his face. Him simply smirked at him.
"None, I ate them all last week," he said, smiling. "You can have pancakes," he said trying to cheer up his son.
"IT'S NOT THE SAME!" he yelled, flying away. He sat on the couch and looked out the window, wishing his waffles weren't eaten by his father. Feeling his dad's claws rubbing against him, he stiffened.
"Hey, Boomer," his dad said, "I lied." Boomer's head snapped up. looking at his father.
"What?" Boomer asked, not expecting that answer.
"I lied, the waffles are in the freezer," Him said, looking at his son.
"Stop fucking with me," he said, looking away.
"I'm not, want me to go make you some?" he said, not hearing a response. "I'm gonna make you some." Boomer sighed and let his dad make him waffles. Upon hearing HIM moving about in the kitchen, he smirked.
"Sucker," he snickered. He floated from room to room wondering what he was going to do. My audition is today, he thought. But it's at three fifteen. What can I do til then? He hovered above the red couch, pondering the possibilities. Bubbles is with her step sister...what was her name? Princess, that's it. She scares me. I guess I could hang out with Max at the c.d shop, he's cool. A sly grin crossed his face. Yeah, I'll see if he knows anything about Infested! Boomer thought excitedly.
He floated up the stairs and into his room, looking for the album he bought a week ago. He smiled when he found it lying near his computer. "Danger days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys," he read aloud. He looked over his My Chemical Romance collection. "All I need is Bullets and I'll have all of them!" he said excitedly. Quickly, he reached for his phone. It rung a few times before someone picked up.
"Yo, Boomer! What are you doing up on a Saturday?" a husky voice said on the other line.
"I have something to do later, but that's not why I called. I need a favor from you, Max."
"Your wish, my command. Just be weary of the consequences. Remember what happened last time I did you a favor?" Max said, a smirk toying on his lips. Boomer shook at the horrid memory.
"This one has no consequence, I need an album. A very special album. The first one by MCR. Think you can do that?" he said, a hopeful tone in his voice. A brief silence was heard.
"It'll cost you," Max said. Boomer gulped audibly.
"How much?"
"$70," Max asked, more than stated.
"You're killing me, Smalls!" Boomer said, quoting Max's little sister's favorite movie.
"$50, only because I like you," Max said, flatly. "It's my c.d. I was saving it for someone special, but you can have it. I can get her something else. Hey, I gotta go and open shop in twenty minutes. Bye,"
"Dude, you rock! I fucking love you!" A click was heard before, "If you'd like to make a call..."
Boomer floated to his ceiling before HIM could call him down for breakfast. He flew downstairs faster than the speed of light and ate a waffles even faster. He was about to reach for another before he choked on something. The feeling of blood trickling down his throat is what stopped him. "Honestly son," HIM said in a high-pitched voice,"you've got to be smarter than that. I could've killed you," he finished in a more sinister voice.
"But-But, They're waffles! Why?"
"People are cruel. They're going to try this again. Watch and see," HIM said before disappearing. Boomer rolled his eyes before duping his waffles and getting ready.
~One hour later~
Boomer ran to the shop as fast as he could. He wanted to get as much info as he could on the band before he went to the audition. He was at the shop in a matter of minutes, seeing as his speed didn't compare to his flight. He would've flown but HIM told him not to draw attention to himself. He walked in and found Max ringing up c.d.'s for a woman with stark white hair and black highlights, cut into a bob. She turned around and smiled at him. "You're cute," is all she said as she walked by. Boomer felt himself smile before reaching the counter.
"Gross," Max said. "She has a daughter your age." Boomer laughed and leaned over the counter.
"You got it?" he asked, his voice low. Max smiled and showed him the c.d.
"Fifty, now." Boomer reluctantly handed over fifty dollars...in quarters. "Son of a bitch," Max whispered before putting the quarters down and sliding the c.d. Boomer smiled at him.
"I need information on a band, I believe you know them."
"Name?"
"Infested!" Max smiled at the young boy and ruffled his hair.
"I know all about them. What do you want to know?" Boomer smirked.
"Everything." Max smiled even wider and turned around, grabbing a tape labeled The Sharpest Lives.
"Have Stevie show you this tape. After watching it, I'll tell you about them. Band members, where they started, even their addresses. Understand?" Boomer nodded and jumped behind the counter and went into the back room where there was a teenage girl with brown hair and green streaks. She turned around upon hearing footsteps and smiled, showing her white teeth.
'Stevie! Max wanted you to show me this," Boomer said. Stevie smiled and led Boomer even further back, where a small television was. She put the tape in and smiled.
"You're gonna like this," she promised before she left again.
The tape began with a poorly drown sign that said, 'The Making Of The Sharpest Lives by Infested! A Maximillion Production.' You heard a bunch of voices before a high-pitched feminine one asked off camera, "Max, you're rolling?" The girl then walked in front of the camera and smiled. It was none other than Brat, except her hair was left down her back, and she had bangs dyed a dark blue color. She wore a short sleeve shirt, black pants and sandals. In the background you saw four guys. Mitch was sitting at drum set, playing with the sticks. Butch had a guitar in front of him, held by a leather strap. Brick was on the other side of Mitch, tuning his bass guitar. Brad sat on the floor studying the camera with his guitar in his lap. Brat moved back and clapped her hands.
"Hi, person watching! I'm Brat, the guy with white hair is my very best friend and possible twin, Brad. The guy behind me is Mitch, and I love him just as much as fat kids love cake. The guy with red hair is Brick, and he will kill you if touch his sister, Berserk, but that doesn't mean I love him no less. The guy with black hair and green eyes is Butch, my boyfriend and possible soul mate. Now, I am the jealous type, so ladies," Brat said pointing a finger to the camera, soon that finger sparked and she laughed manically, "stay away. Any who, we're the band Infested! and we bring to you 'The Sharpest Lives'. We wrote this a month and half ago, and this is our first performance. Enjoy!" she said smiling.
A moment later, Butch started playing his guitar. Boomer had to admit, he was pretty good. Then Brat started singing and Brick started whispering, "Well it rains and it pours. When you're out on your own. If I crash on the couch can I sleep in my clothes? 'Cause I've spent the night dancing. I'm drunk, I suppose. If it looks like I'm laughing." Brad then started playing a tune, different from Butch. "I'm really just asking to alone, you're in time for the 're the one that I need.I'm the one that you loathe. You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose. 'Cause I love all the poison. Away with the boys in the band." Mitch then started playing his drums and Brat smirked at the camera.
"I've really been on a bender and it shows. So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes? Give me a shot to remember. And you can take all the pain away from me. A kiss and I will surrender. The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead. A light to burn all the bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be in love with all of these you can leave like the sane abandoned me. There's a place in the dark where the animals go. You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow. Juliet loves the beat and the lusty commands. Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo," Brat then walked over to Butch and started messing around with his hair.
"I've really been on a bender and it shows. So why don't you blow me a kiss before she goes?" Brat stopped singing and started spinning around, basking in the music that will filling the space around her. She smiled when she heard the music coming to her cue. "Give me a shot to you can take all the pain away from me. A kiss and I will surrender. The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead. A light to burn all the bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be in love with all of these vampires. So you can leave like the sane abandoned me!" She smiled and blew a kiss to the camera.
:"Give me a shot to you can take all the pain away from me. A kiss and I will surrender. The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead. A light to burn all the bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be in love with all of these vampires. So you can leave like the sane abandoned me!" Brat finished, strongly. She took a deep breath and locked eyes with her band mates.
"Guys...we sound awesome!" she screamed happily. The tape then stopped and Boomer walked out of the room. Max was waiting for him behind the counter and Stevie was helping someone at the register.
"That was Infested! a year ago. Brat was the lead singer. Since then she quit the band for personal reasons. Her name is Bridgette Marie Plutonium, age sixteen. Her birthday is in four months and she loves My Chem. She lives with her mom, no siblings. The lead guitar is Butch, Brat's ex-boyfriend. They broke up before she quit, for reasons I'm not allowed to disclose. His name is Scott Mitchel Carson, lives with both parents but the dad is traveling a lot. He's seventeen, just had a birthday and is obsessed with Nirvana. He has a little twin bother and sister. The rhythm guitarist is Bradley Stevens, age sixteen. Both parents at home, and likes Brick's sister, Bianca 'Berserk' Sanders. He has an older brother, Mark. We have Brick, the bassist. He's sixteen and has a twin sister, Bianca. His dad is in the air force and his mom stays at home. He overly protective of Bianca. He's laid back, really cool. He has a girlfriend, Blossom," Max said. Boomer nodded and smiled.
"You're awesome, dude! But I gotta go, don't wanna miss my audition," Boomer said, getting up.
"Wait! You need to know that a lot of people are looking to replace Brat. There's gonna be stiff competition," Max warned. Boomer smiled at him and walked away, humming the song he heard Brat singing.
They sound cool. I'd like them. I hope we can be friends, even if I don't make it, he thought walking home.