Hey all!
Gerard ignored me all morning. He wouldn't say a word to me. I felt like I deserved it. After all, I did go against his wishes to keep me a secret.
The rest of the band felt sympathetic for me, being yelled at by Gerard and all.
"You'll be fine. Gee hardly ever means anything he says when he's angry."-Mikey
"He can't stay mad at you forever. Eventually, his skinny ass is going to have to get over it."-Frankie
"He's a fuckwad, you don't need him, you have us!"-Ray
"Don't worry about it. He's just bitchy 'cause he's on his man-period."-Bob
I can't say their words helped the situation, but they sure made me smile!
Gerard didn't join us for breakfast, said he had to call Lindsay, which was probably true, except I think he just needed to get away from me. For a guy who supposedly never lived with regrets, Gerard certainly can hold a grudge.
"Bones? Are you alright? You haven't said a word all morning." Mikey said at breakfast. I glanced up from my scrambled eggs I had been picking at. There was such a gnawing feeling of guilt inside my heart; I felt like I had to apologize. "I'm fine." I lied, my voice cracking. Crap. "You don't sound fine." Frankie jumped in, his mouth full of french toast. I scowled at myself. Stupid cracky voice.
"I'm fine guys, really." I lied again to the four faces who were now staring at me. They all looked unconvinced. "Bones, 3 out of 4 of us are married. We know what a woman means when she says 'I'm fine.'" Double crap. "And what does she mean when she says 'I'm fine?'" I decided to humor them. "She's lying, smart-ass." Frankie joked. About the smart-ass part, at least.
"Really now?" I said, taking a sip of my orange juice. Shit, they can see right through me. Then, I couldn't have asked for a more perfectly-timed miracle.
"Hello?"
"Bones? Hey its Keith."
"No shit sherlock."
(Mikey: Hey! Watch your language, Missy! -laughs-)
"Where are you?"
"Having breakfast somewhere. What city are we in again?"
"Lincoln, Nebraska, dumb ass."
"Right! Um, I'm not sure. Some little diner a couple blocks from the venue."
"You mean IHOP?"
"So that's what this place is called."
"We went to IHOP almost every week back in Milwaukee, Bones."
"I'm just messing with you. You coming down?"
"Yeah, me and Uncle Tom are driving down there now."
"Sweet, see ya when you get here."
"Adios."
"Peace."
We hung up and I returned to the table. I had excused myself so I didn't interrupt any conversation the guys might be having.
"Who was that?" Ray asked, mouth full with...something. "None ya." I replied almost bitterly. "Oh, well then." Ray said, pretending to be offended. I made a face at him and continued eating.
After 5 minutes of random conversation about the weather (and corn, which is tradition to talk about in Nebraska), Keith joined us and we introduced his Uncle Tom to the band. He was surprisingly calm and collected for meeting his favorite band. We ate, paid the check, and journeyed back to the venue, where I was sentenced to the tour bus while the guys practiced.
"Keith! Save me! I'm stuck in the bus and there's NOTHING TO DO!" I said to him on the phone, about a half an hour or so after we left the diner.
"What do you want me to do? I'm stuck in the hotel room. Uncle Tom met up with a friend and they went to play poker."
"Let's do something."
"Like what?"
"Let's go play."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, you know what I'm talking about."
"Hmm? Oh, OHHH! Okay, I gotcha. But, where are we gonna play? We can't leave..."
"Yes we can. I'm old enough to take a taxi, and come on its Nebraska."
"Where would we go?"
"There's a leisure center about six blocks from the venue. It'll only take you 5 minutes to walk down here from the hotel."
"We could get in so much trou-"
"Live a little, Keith! Our childhood won't last forever."
"Fine. I'll be down there in ten."
"Bye."
"See ya."
So, this chapter sucks
and I officially hate it!
I love you all so frikken much its insane.
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MyChemMouse (a.k.a Tess)