A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in two weeks! I've had to work longer hours at my school and I'm so beat afterwards that I just fall asleep so the only time I have to write is Sun/Mon but yesterday I went to a renaissance fair all day and I look like a tomato I'm so red. Anyways I made this one longer like my last chapter but not as long.

Disclaimer: I don't own Four Brothers, Sid Vicious, AFI's music, or the Mercers. But I do own my main character girl person, druggie/bassist-Seth, and my brotherman Wednesday.

(chapter title from the band Queen)

BTW: Wednesday isn't really gay. He's still a virgin. HA. V

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Killer Queen

After walking the few blocks to her beaten up looking apartment she burst through the front door not seeing Bambi and Sid on the dumpster couch playing bootleg copy of Halo or original Zelda game like they usually were she closed the door and proceeded to the kitchen.

Don't tell me he went on a voyage for coffee, God dammit, he's going to get into another wreck when he has to drive the van back…

"BAMBI!!"

Walking in on him pouring the can of Chocolate Raspberry coffee into a filter he jumped flinging the coffee grounds everywhere. Turning around with big eyes knowing he was found out and pissed off that Sid wasn't there to keep watch like he always did he started getting in a ready position.

"Michelle…lets not forget how much you love me and that I haven't had coffee in a month…at least it's not vodka!!" Picking up a spatula from the counter he held it in front of him as if it were a magical weapon that would protect him from some horrendous beast. Looking at him giggling she wasn't as angry as she would have been a night ago.

"Bambi, I'm letting you off the hook tonight -JUST- tonight though. It was a good show and you can have some coffee, but only two lumps of sugar, I'm not going to have you all hyped up when you're driving back from the station thinking you'll get score points for every person you hit…not again."

Putting the spatula back he finished making the coffee and went with Michelle out of the kitchen through the 'Everything in this room came from a dumpster and it's still all usable' room into her green and black painted room.

Even though he has his own place he still freeloads over here, ha, I wouldn't have it any other way…

"But anyways, I've got to get all my stuff together. I only have half an hour till I gotta get on the road! Where's your green duffle bag? And your wallet chain, remember you said we'd switch chains for while I'm away…"

Michelle dug through a pile of clothes on the floor after switching chains with Bambi, throwing shit onto her already full bed just gathering what she needed while she was in Detroit.

"I already brought it over. It's under the pile of shit."

"Which pile of shit if ya haven't noticed everything in here is piled and shit."

Pushing all her clothes on the empty side of the bed he grabbed the bag and started shoving everything on there into the bag. Finding a pair of black panties he put them on his head and continued his stuffing of shit into now her bag.

"So how long are you staying in Rock City again?"

Running out of the room she ran into Sid's shit hole which was next to hers and grabbed a bag Sid packed for her, not caring to know what's in it yet she went back into her room and shoved it in a black messenger bag with a From First To Last logo on the front.

"Just a few days, I'm coming back on Tuesday morning so you have to come and pick me up at…um…around 1 in the afternoon. And when you leave bring some nicer looking clothes I can change into them in the van."

Michelle loaded some make up into the messenger bag and found some cash she saved in a secret compartment in a wooden incense box, and some more in the tape deck part of her boom box. Cramping the cash into the side of her bra and Bambi running out of the room screaming, "OH GOD! You're sick. Don't do that in front of me!! You're like my fucking sister!"

"You're such a pussy ya know that Bambi, and take my underwear off your head will ya? I need those." Running to her door way he stood there for a second waiting for her to look up, she did and he threw them at her face then ran out again yelling like a girl and went into the kitchen.

Finishing packing the two bags she dropped them into the dumpster room next to the old antenna TV and went into the kitchen to find Bambi putting two huge lumps of sugar into his big coffee mug. Reaching to steal a sip while he was turned he stopped her and screamed "MINE! MINE! MINE!" then giving him an arched brow his flumped his head down and shuffled into the dumpster room defeated, while sniffling. Smiling she took a sip and handed him the coffee back as she followed him.

Plopping themselves on the raggedy couch they kicked the TV on, having stolen cable and happy about it they flipped to FUSE and watched a Lacuna Coil music video.

"So where's Sid? I thought he was gonna come with us and say bye to me?"

Not looking at her doing pulling an air guitar in flow with the music he answered.

"He said he had to go out and meet some old friend of his, and you know what that means." Looking at her now he got serious, which is extremely rare for Wednesday.

"He's using again Mich, after 2 weeks he can't do it anymore. I can't say anything to him cuz it doesn't interfere with the music or our gigs, but seriously. You've been crushing after him for 3 fucking years. It's about time you realized that just because he likes you like more than a friend, he's not good for you."

"Bambi-"

"-I mean if you guys got together you'd eventually start using again and I'd have to fucking kill Seth for getting you back into that shit."

"Bambi?-"

"-Plus even though he likes you back he hasn't acted on it even after all the guy talks I have with him, he doesn't want to ruin your friendship and shit. And besides relationships within the band get fucked up too easily, you'll fight bout the music and gigs and shit. It's not good."

"Bambi!-"

"-AND I definitely don't want you guys together cuz I'll be the third wheel, and you know how Seth gets pissed at me for always being around you? Well that's going to tipple by thousands if you guys start fucking! Not cool. And-"

"BAMBI!"

Pause.

"Whaaaaaaaaaat?" He whined and pouted.

"I love that you're so worried about me Bambs. And you know I would never make you into a third wheel babe. You are always the most important guy in my life. And if you don't like whoever I bring home to you, I'll drop them like a hat. That's why I decided Sid and I aren't going to ever work out. Besides, I kinda like someone else right now…"

"Oh God don't tell me you went boy hunting again. Who's the victim this time?"

"Jack is his name. A fellow guitarist and lead vocals of yours, he's in the last band to play tonight at Rizzo's."

Thinking for a second Bambi's eye lit up.

"Spares, that's his band. Actually I've talked to the guy a couple times before at a few punk shows of his. Remember when I went to those four shows at the Thread Factory to pass out our bands' flyers? Yeah Spares was playing, and they were fucking good. I got his number the on the last show so we could jam together sometime."

"Awwww, you got a boys number! I didn't know you liked milk chocolate!?"

"Oh God not the gay jokes again…"

"I better watch out for you, who knows, when I get back you might strangle me with a rainbow flag in my sleep to stay in the closet…"

"I'M NOT GAY! Just because I made out with that one guy when I was drunk doesn't mean I'm a flaming homo!"

Quickly putting his empty mug in the sink he came back and plopped down in his spot again as she laughed at his pain.

Turning off the tube, Michelle stood up and stretched. Then kicked Wednesday's leg and smiled.

"Ha ok girlfriend, let's get on the road. I can't miss my bus. Oh and while I'm gone if you want you can borrow anything from my wardrobe so you can look pretty for those drag shows you secretly go to. I know you want to."

"You sure you want him going in your room again? Remember last time he found your nail polish and turned the toilet into a brightly colored space ship."

Seth stood in the door way to the outside hall leaning on the frame with a crooked smile.

"SID!" Michelle ran and glomped him removing the thought of him being an asshole for not saying bye to her before she left.

"I thought you weren't going to show up!"

Both letting go and him slightly regretting it as cold air hit him.

"Well I couldn't just let you leave without throwing in a dramatic entrance. Anyways I came just in time to see you off."

"What? You're not going with us to the station, dude?" Bambi asked.

"I can't I gotta sleep cuz tomorrow morning the band that I'm filling in as bassist for them is having a show three cities up and they're picking me up at 10. So I have to sleep."

At least it's a gig he's going to so he won't get too fucked up. But him not being here when I got back so he can score fucking pisses me off. I can't make him stop…he's got to want to on his own…dammit fucking Sid.

"It's ok. I won't be gone long so it really doesn't matter."

Grabbing her messenger bag and Bambi getting the message he grabbed the duffle. Michelle grabbed the van keys out of Sid's hand and brushed him off as she walked out with Bambi following, both not looking back.

"I'll be back in 3 days Seth. Don't fuck the place up while I'm gone or you'll have a couple shiners."

Shaking his head, Wednesday thought

That guy just doesn't know how to not fuck shit up.

Standing in the hall looking after them, even as they were out of site, he was stunned and slightly shocked at the coldness in her voice.

She's…never called me by my name before. I really fucked up this time. FUCK!

Slamming the door behind him and pissing off a few neighbors he locked all 7 locks on the door, leaned against it and sighed.

Fuck it, I can't keep screwing up like this. After this gig I'm gonna stop buying. And when Michelle gets back she'll see me sober and I'll tell her that I'm stopping forever. I'll use half the money from this gig and take her out to dinner or something real nice. Yeah…just have to pull 3 days of sobriety on my own and Michelle will help me after that…things will be perfect, just one more tap...

The two punk'd out goths reached their band van which they nick named 'Roadrunner' and spray painted it on the side with the traditional punk graphics randomly thrown about the vehicles body not to mention the various stickers that looked like some crazy person stamped them in every possible free spot. That crazy person of course being Wednesday on one of his sugar highs. Michelle unlocked the back and they threw the two bags in. Their band gear of course being at Wednesday's apartment which they used for band practice mostly, and they never kept the equipment in the Roadrunner. They lived in New York for fuck's sake.

Michelle getting in the driver's seat, hoping Bambi's sugar high from the coffee would wear down during the trip. While Wednesday got in on the passenger side, Michelle started the van and not realizing the secret stash of jolly ranchers he found and started slipping into his mouth. Wednesday then proceeded to turn the radio on, finding nothing good on he put in Michelle's road trip mix tape #1- first song being Bohemian Rhapsody - their traditional 'must listen to first/just as important as brakes' kind of song.

Glancing at the clock then doing a double take she freaked.

"Holy shit! We have less than an hour and a half to get there, if I speed a little we could just make it, FUCK!"

Just getting on the highway she sped up hoping that they wouldn't get pulled over for going 25 miles faster, plus there being almost no one but truckers on the road.

Wednesday pulling a couple cigs out for both of them, lit 'em with his zippo - it had 'Coal Chamber' engraved on the front of it which he got for his birthday from Michelle.

Finding twizzlers hopefully not being too old and hard he quickly shoved some into his mouth.

"Did you just eat those off the floor? Those have been under the seat for 6 months now. Do it again and I'll drive into a tree."

Looking scared cuz he knew she would do it he put the twizzlers back under his seat hoping to remember that they were under there so he can eat them while she was gone.

"Bambi throw them out the window, cuz I know you, you'll probably eat them while I'm gone. You'll get sick from all that dirty and old shit you eat like last time. I'm not taking you back to the hospital to get your stomach pumped again cuz you ate year old Chinese food, we don't have the money for your eating disability."

"But I don't have an eating disability…"

"You'd eat a burrito that's been sitting outside in the rain on an old carpet for 3 days, yes you have an eating disability."

Rolling down the window and tossing the nasty twizzlers out the window while waving goodbye with his whispered prayers of one day reuniting with his old candy and eating it he thought, This is going to be a long ass road trip with no more candy to eat.

"Can we go to Taco Bell? Now I want a burrito."

A/N: So how'd you like it? I think I like it. Yes there's tension between Mich and Seth, I just had to throw in some love triangle drama in there. It's what I do.

And yeah sorry bout Jack not being in the chapter but he's not going to be here for a bit.

I MIGHT just throw in a chapter with just him but it depends on how many reviews I get from you people.

And for the people who have reviewed thank you! I really appreciate it, and please, if you have any suggestions or want me to incorporate something in my story let me know.

Keep head banging. V

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