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Chapter FourDisclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance (they belong to Reprise Records), Gerard Way, Tracy Phillips, Forty Deuce nor any other thing that pops up here that would never possibly be owned by a thirteen-year-old kid like me. This is a work of fiction and may never be proven true. (Read “Artist’s Comments” first for the summary and other stuff)
Tracy Phillips sat in front of the dresser, a cigarette tucked in the corner of her mouth. She’d already told herself to stop smoking a dozen times. Unfortunately, at present, cigars were such things she couldn’t live without – but she tries.
“Just for tonight,” she mumbled to herself, staring at her reflection in the glass. “Just for tonight… then, it’s done.” Her eyes trailed all the way to a little packet of American Spirits (her favorite) that lay on top of her desk. “I hope.” Tracy sighed and took a drag on the cigar …and another …and another.
Soon, the feeling of being pulled in began to overwhelm her, like it always did. Her heart beat a bit faster and the smoke didn’t smell that good anymore. Something in her chest tightened almost too suddenly. She shut her eyes, rubbed her temples and exhaled, huge amounts of smoke billowing from her mouth. “Damn it…” she thought.
Somehow, smoking didn’t feel as good as it used to anymore… another reason to really quit. Tracy scrunched it up in her hands, ignoring the searing pain that came from the heat, and threw it into the little trash can by the dresser.
Tracy was backstage at Forty Deuce, waiting for her slot as usual. There, different women wearing different costumes went around, applying make-up on each other’s faces. Swear words were heard and make-up powder was beginning to form some sort of fog around the place. It didn’t help that Ivan Kane was muttering again…
Tracy rolled her eyes and stood up, trying to drown out her boss’ bothersome voice via swimming in her own thoughts. She picked at her hair, fixed her costume and fidgeted with any other possible thing to be fidgeted with. A little tune – David Bowie’s, she guessed – came out from her lips, as she began whistling.
She spun around, making her rear end face the mirror. Now, staring at her posterior was something she KNEW she never did before. Putting her hands to her back, she stood straight up, with her stomach in and her butt and chest out.
“Conscious, much?”
Tracy spun around to see Carolina Cerisola, someone she worked with at the club. She had this look in her eyes that made Tracy grunt. Carolina folded her arms and smirked. “Look, Tracy, there’s no use hiding it,” she went on. “Ever since you met that ‘Gerard’ guy -”
“Gerard Way,” Tracy interrupted, giving her a sarcastic little smile. Carolina gave her a Whatever-Grin. She whipped her curly brown hair around and turned back to Tracy. “Anyway, ever since you met ‘him’, you’ve been acting differently…” Tracy raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
Carolina rolled her eyes and stared at Tracy in a way that made it seem like the answer was totally obvious. Tracy did likewise. Carolina sighed. “You’ve been acting like the way you were the first time you got here. You’ve gotten so conscious and you’ve started fussing about things like your ASS. …You look so preoccupied most of the time and it’s like …you suddenly care how people THINK of you when you’re onstage.”
Tracy frowned and looked to the side. She had to admit it; she noticed the same thing Carolina did on herself too. But she wasn’t going to be defeated. “Um, Car… Look, it’s nothing, okay? Nothing. Gerard’s just someone I met, that’s all. We didn’t even get the chance to really TALK,” she sighed. “He’s a normal guy again; I’m a normal girl again. We get our lives back. He hasn’t affected my life – at all.” She stared at Carolina, hoping to make her understand.
The two girls stared at each other for a few more seconds. Tracy was wishing for Carolina to just go away and to mind her own business. Carolina looked like a concerned mother. Tracy began tapping her foot. Carolina shrugged. “Sure, Trace… Suit yourself,” she stated as she began to leave. Before Tracy could say something like ‘Finally’, though…
“Tracy Phillips?”
Ivan Kane, everyone’s favorite boss. He stood there in his suit and glasses (Tracy still wondered why he loved wearing SUNGLASSES at night), eyeing a little clipboard. Tracy raised her hand, a flat look on her face. Ivan turned to face her and nodded. “You’re up next,” he said, pointing behind his back. He looked at the clipboard and then at her, eyeing her from head to toe. “…You should really start fixing yourself,” he said curtly and then left. Everybody went back to their normal routines – except for Tracy.
She stood there, staring after the door and making mimicking sounds. “‘You should really start fixing yourself,’” she mocked. Grunting, she went back to the mirror and studied herself. This was really starting to get annoying. She tied the back of her hair up in a messy heap, opened her drawer and took the make-up out. Somehow, she was beginning to dread the sight of them.
Tracy settled down on the little soft chair in front of her dresser and began putting on some make-up. As she did so, the things Carolina had said earlier started floating around in her head. The uncomfortable thing about it was that all the things she had said were true.
It was true that she was becoming very self-conscious. It was true that she’d gotten so preoccupied with her own thoughts. It was true that she suddenly started caring how people thought of her onstage. It was also absolutely true that all this had started when she met Gerard Way.
Another uncomfortable thing was that all the things Tracy herself had said were mostly lies. It wasn’t entirely true that she had gotten her life back. It wasn’t true that Gerard hadn’t affected her life at all. Also, it was most certainly not NOTHING. Gerard might have played a very small role in her social existence, but he had definitely taken a huge part of her mind.
As the lights dimmed, Tracy couldn’t help thinking whether he would be back here to see her again. She ascended the stage and soon, the spotlight shone on her. People began screaming and chanting her name. Striding forward in a graceful dance-like stance, her icy blues scanned the crowd of fans, smokers and a few drunken people. Gerard, nor his “friend”, was nowhere to be found.
Tracy heaved a sigh, put on a smile and swung along wildly to the music, wondering what the audience thought of her.
After the show, Tracy sat silently in her car, looking up at the dark night sky. She tried to make out a few constellations, but couldn’t. She had never seen one in her life. Not even the Big Dipper, which was probably really common. She wasn’t even sure which month it usually came out and it was currently September – the last Friday of September. Sighing, she snuggled up in the front seat and turned on the radio.
Tracy was outside the club building. A couple of people were still back inside, but she preferred to be outside, soaking in the cold evening air. She was leaving soon, anyway.
So far, nothing was good on the radio. The new bands weren’t attracting any attention and the old bands were somehow losing their touch. More radio stations came and passed, most of them with sappy music.
“…a new band called Pencey Prep. Hailing from New Jersey, these young lads…” Tracy raised an eyebrow. She stopped in that station and gave their music a shot. Their song was called “Nineteen” with millions of shouting parts in it. Other than that, though, it sounded pretty fine and the instruments were put to good use. She shrugged and started the ignition, having no such luck in finding the constellations.
“Did I think she’d be here?
Did I fool myself again?
I think I did.
I think I fooled myself again.
Again. Again. Again.
I fooled myself again.”
The song blared out on the radio, with the lead singer screaming like he meant it. The guitars were very good, but the drums were simply awesome. Soon, due to the fact that most of the words were being repeated again and again, Tracy found herself singing along with the stereo. Her smooth voice disappeared into the cold night as she drove on to the hotel she stayed in.
BZZT.
BZZT.
A monotonous buzzing pierced through the silence. Tracy rolled around in her bed, ignoring the sound.
BZZT.
Tracy groaned, took a pillow and smashed it over her phone. …Only muffled humming came of it. “Agh, dammit…” Light stabbed through the darkness as Tracy turned her bedside lamp on. She took her phone from beneath the pillow and looked at the light blue screen. It had the words “DAD CALLING” in big block letters. Tracy’s mouth fell open – this was extremely uncalled for. Her dad, the famous football coach, Wade Phillips, rarely called. It was either he called on holidays or on her birthday, but NEVER on ordinary days… Reasons as to why it happened like that were unknown, even to Tracy. She loved her father very much, and she knew that deep down, he did too… It was just a wonder why he didn’t show it that much.
This call, though, appeared to be MUCH unexpected.
With shaking hands, she pressed a button on her phone that would make her answer the call. “Uh… hello?” she began, her voice trembling as well. A firm, male voice answered on the other line. Tracy couldn’t help but smile. “Dad?”
“Hello, there, Tracy… How are you?”
Tracy grinned to herself. It seemed like her heart was going to pop any minute now. “Oh, Dad, I’m… I’m okay… Very… I’m - Why’d you call anyway?” Her dad’s time was different from her time, so it was excusable for him to call so late at night. “No… rephrase that… Dad, I’m just…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence; she bit her lip.
“I just wanted to know how my little girl was doing…” her dad stated. Tears began to well up in Tracy’s eyes. Stuff like this normally didn’t happen… She couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Dad, I’m fine! I’ve got good friends; my cousin, Jennifer, she’s been… around… I’ve met some new people…” – she grinned at this – “…And my job’s been…” She stopped and thought. Burlesque dancing wasn’t as good as it used to anymore, for some reason. “Um, my job’s been… terrific,” she lied.
Luckily, her dad didn’t notice the change in her voice when she went to the part about her job. “That’s great, Tracy,” he said. “I’m so glad you’re having a good time there…” A tear drop fell from Tracy’s chin, down to her bed sheets.
“I hope I can visit you sometime, but coaching has never been this tiring… Your old man’s really aging…” It felt good to hear his voice again.
Tracy shook her head and interrupted her father. “Dad,” she started to say, squeezing her covers. “Dad, I’m just so happy you called…” More tears fell from her eyes. She lay down in her bed. The last thing she remembered hearing that night was her father telling her he’d be on the phone until she was silent. Then he’d know she’d fallen asleep…
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Comments: 72
DRACOgit In reply to ??? [2007-02-05 12:50:24 +0000 UTC]
Yah. *evil smile* Don't worry. All the bad things in the world will disappear once Mikey's Magical HAPPY UNICORN comes FLLLLAAYYYINGG by!!!! ... Uh... o.o
No, honestly... everything ends up good. No one's smoking and no one's drinking. Thanks for the comment.
You're monkey; I'm unicorn!!! ...Shit, did I just say that?
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songoku16 In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-05 12:58:57 +0000 UTC]
yes, you did. hehehe... i'm a good virus and I infect people with happy thoughts~! weee~! Mikey~!
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DRACOgit In reply to songoku16 [2007-02-05 13:03:50 +0000 UTC]
Yes, you do, while mudbloods infect US with their sicknesses. *sniffs* Ugh... I hade dis snees ting... *sniffs again* GAATCHOOOEEEEEEIIIII!!!!!!
Uhhh... *waves Mikey flag* Hooway? ....Atchooyyyyeeee!!!! Ah, thit....
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songoku16 In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-05 13:11:28 +0000 UTC]
zats zwy zey're uzelez... zose madladz. maikey... helzp uzs.
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DRACOgit In reply to songoku16 [2007-02-06 11:31:36 +0000 UTC]
Mikey shall... He's in da kitsen, sticking da forks in da toasders... Wait... We don even hab toasders... *sniff* Atchoo.
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darkwater-reflection [2007-02-05 10:14:47 +0000 UTC]
No! Gerard MUST be in all chapters! He must! He MUST!!
*breathes deeply*
damn. I need my inhaler.
J.K!
Seriously, good chapter. I can see why you're contented with this chapter.
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DRACOgit In reply to darkwater-reflection [2007-02-05 11:08:16 +0000 UTC]
Aww... You can? That's a relief, since you ARE blind. *jk*
He'll be in the next chapter, duh! You helped me through the writer's block.
Thank you for the comment.
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darkwater-reflection In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-06 03:47:05 +0000 UTC]
Aww...you're welcome.
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auntarctic [2007-02-04 06:41:19 +0000 UTC]
Fantastic chapter, really developing more of Tracy's character now, and that's good.
Damn, I have to work on my fanfic... I have some bad writer's block right now...
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DRACOgit In reply to auntarctic [2007-02-04 07:13:19 +0000 UTC]
Thank you! I'm kind of contented with it too... But I'm also experiencing some writer's block for the next chapter. I hate writer's block; I HATE IT! *breathes*
Thanks again.
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auntarctic In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-04 17:50:14 +0000 UTC]
Down with writer's/artist's block!
You're welcome.
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DRACOgit In reply to auntarctic [2007-02-05 11:06:54 +0000 UTC]
*holds up sign with the words "Down w/ Writer's/Artist's Block!"* Right you are.
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TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-03 23:09:41 +0000 UTC]
Aaaaw! That is so sweet. Why's she so happy to hear from him?
*looks up* Where was Gerard in that chapter!? *gasps*
Lol- it's good, keep it up.
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-04 01:53:57 +0000 UTC]
Gerard is... In the next chapter. More interaction in the next chapter... Probably where stuff begins...
In my story, her dad rarely calls her, or writes letters or sends e-mails... And she's just so happy to hear from him, counting on the fact that her job IS getting a bit shitty.
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-04 09:59:01 +0000 UTC]
Aaaaw. Poor her.
It was a great chapter, though. Well done.
*huggles gerard*
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-05 11:06:09 +0000 UTC]
Thank you! *huggles Mikey who's making cereal and then huggles you and Gerard* HUGGLE EVERYONE!
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-05 17:14:17 +0000 UTC]
Gee: I feel like I've been roped into something..
Sal: Just shut up and huggle.
Gee: *gulps*
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-06 11:04:37 +0000 UTC]
Draco: Something's going to explode if we all huggle like this for a long time...
Gee: *still huggling* Meh?
Mikey: *still huggling* I think my cereal's gonna explode......
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-06 17:11:56 +0000 UTC]
Sal: Eventually we'll all starve. *holds onto Gee tightly nonetheless*
Gee: I dun'wanna starve!!
Sal: *grins at him* Ah- I guess we can shimmy over to the fridge from time to time.
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-07 12:47:11 +0000 UTC]
Draco: *grunts* I'm hungry. *stares at Mikey's cereal* Well...
Mikey: *looks protective* NO. No way, this is MY cereal.
Draco: *rolls eyes* Oh, all right.
Gee: You know, since we'll all be huggling like this for a very long time... Why don't you at least SHARE that? *pouts; big bambi eyes, quivering lip*
Sal: SQUEE!!! *holds on tighter*
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-07 21:12:41 +0000 UTC]
Gee: *stares at her* What now?!
Sal: YOU'RE SO CUTE!
Gee: Oh for god's sake- Mikey! Hand over the cereal NOW!
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-08 07:07:02 +0000 UTC]
Mikey: Aw, geez. FINE! *hands over cereal*
Gee, Sal & Draco: YAY!!! *eats*
Mikey: *is holding the huggle together* How long is this gonna last????
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-08 11:09:19 +0000 UTC]
Sal: Until I'm good and ready to let go!!
Gee: *mouth full, gives her a wary look*
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-08 11:11:15 +0000 UTC]
Draco: What about me? *grabs bowl*
Gee: MEH-
Mikey: HEY! I made that cereal!
Draco: *grins* Here. Want some?
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-08 11:36:05 +0000 UTC]
Mikey: *takes the bowl* You guys are on rations...
Gee: *squeaks* Mikey! I'm your flesh and blood!
Mikey: You're divorced.
Sal: Now you're divorced from Mikey, you wanna marry me?
Gee: No...
Sal: Okay. Offers still there if you change your mind.
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-08 12:32:40 +0000 UTC]
Gee: I won't.
Draco: *sniggers*
Mikey: *eats* I never knew I could make good cereal.
Draco: Don't eat all that up! Save some for us, since we'll all be like this for a very long time.
Gee: *expression changes* ...Mikey, why am I divorced from you? WHY?
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-08 14:55:47 +0000 UTC]
Mikey: Because you being my flesh and blood would mean I had to give you fod. *shrugs* Now that I'm not related to ANY of you, I can let you all starve without feeling guilty. And possibly eat you if I run out of cereal.
Sal: He's sick.
Gee: You're right- do you wanna be my new best friend?
Sal: DO I!!?
Gee: *looks alarmed at intense reaction* Never do that again.
Sal: Okay Best friend Gerard. *glomps him*
Gee: *rolls his eyes*
Mikey: *snorts*
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-09 11:21:05 +0000 UTC]
Draco: Mikey. *stern voice; VERY stern voice*
Mikey: Eep. *hands over cereal*
Draco: *slowly takes cereal; eats from it and passes it around for everyone to share* You're my new avatar. You should be thankful for that.
Mikey: *nods quickly* O-okay.
Draco: If you do that again... I. WILL. GLOMP. YOU. And glomp you HARD.
Mikey: NO PLEASE! I promise I won't do it again!
Gee: *munches cereal* He looks cute like this, doesn't he, Best friend Sal?
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-09 14:32:18 +0000 UTC]
Sal: He sure does, Best Friend Gerard! Hey, Draco, you wanna be mine and Gerard's best friend?
Mikey: *pouts*
Gee: You can't be, because you were plotting to eat us, bad Mikers.
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-09 14:36:16 +0000 UTC]
Mikey: *pouts some more* Please!
Draco: Nuh-uh, Mikers! What you did was bad! *wags finger and slings arm around Sal & Gee*
Mikey: *falls on floor* Something came over me! Like... Like cannibal instinct! It's not me! Honest!
Draco, Gee & Sal: *look at each other*
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-09 14:38:38 +0000 UTC]
Sal: I buy it. That face is just too cute.
Gee: Uuuh!! But what if he slow roasts us while we sleep?!
Mikey: Uhm- in all honesty, Gerard, the only person I would eat here is Sal- and that's 'cause she's fat.
Sal: *shrugs*
Gee: *blinks*
Draco: *stares at him*
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-09 14:50:58 +0000 UTC]
Draco: *points at Sal* You're fat?
Mikey: She's fat. *chuckles*
Gee: *slaps back of Mikey's head*
Mikey: YOW!!
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-09 14:52:49 +0000 UTC]
Sal: I'm-- not the thinnest of people.
Gee: *pokes her* You could be fatter.
Sal: *grabs his hand- she no like the poke* I could be smaller.
Mikey: *points and laughs*
Sal: Shut up, bonebag.
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-09 15:04:26 +0000 UTC]
Gee & Mikey: o.o
Draco: I think she's... gonna kill you.
Mikey: *whimpers*
Gee: Sal? Uh... Dangerous? Sal? You okay? ... please don't hurt me...
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-09 15:08:03 +0000 UTC]
Sal: *just gives Mikey a hard look, then hugs Gerard* no, I'm okay...
Gee: Oh- good... *pats her back awkwardly*
Mikey: *sniggers*
Sal: *kicks him in the crotch*
Mikey: *his eyes widen impossibly and he squeaks*
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-09 15:15:52 +0000 UTC]
Draco: *pulls Mikey and slams him on wall*
Mikey: *bites lip* Not now, please... It still hurts... *very squeaky voice*
Draco: You just GOTTA stop doing that.
Mikey: *grins crookedly* Yeah. Yeah, okay... But it still hurts! *bites lip more*
Draco: Aww, poor kid...
Gee: You're okay... *pats Sal's back*
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-09 15:35:03 +0000 UTC]
Sal: *a little black cloud hovering over her head, sits on the floor and folds her arms, legs splayed childishly*
Gee: *crouches beside her* Er-- are you okay?
Sal: *scowls at the floor*
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-10 08:57:51 +0000 UTC]
Draco: Oh, come on, Sal. Brighten up.
Mikey: Yeah. I'm-I'm sorry. *starts sniffling*
Gee: Oh, now, Mikers, don't start...
Mikey: No, it's... it's not just that... *eyes fill up* The crotch still hurts...
Draco: Fine, I'll speak on behalf of little Mikers. *clears away black cloud* Come on, Sal. SMILE.
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-10 12:02:16 +0000 UTC]
Sal: *pouts at Mikey and holds out her arms*
Mikey: *blinking away his pain, hugs her hesitantly*
Sal: *smacks him* don't even you be mean like that again!
Mikey: *whimpers* okay!!
Gee: *smiles proudly and pats sal's head* all is well.
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-11 06:47:55 +0000 UTC]
Sal: *purrs*
Mikey: *is still hurting a bit* Well, at least she's happy... *winces*
Draco: *grins and holds on to Mikey's arm*
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-11 13:01:40 +0000 UTC]
Gee: Okay, that's enough forgiveness now. *pulls Sal back over to him- he doesn't like how comfortable she looks with Mikey*
Mikey: *smirks* Gerard....*sounds reproachful*
Gee: You get all the girls.
Mikey: That's because most of them think you're gay.
Gee: *his eyes widen*
Sal: *calmps her hands over his ears* Don't listen to him Gerry!
Mikey: *grins and glomps Draco* Haha. Gerry's a-
Sal: *smacks him* shhh!!!
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-13 12:17:41 +0000 UTC]
Draco: *glomps Mikey back* Hey, don't you tease your brother! He's not gay!
Gee: *folds arms* See?
Mikey: Suuuure, I see.
Draco: *glomps tighter* Poor Mikey doesn't even get that much attention. All the other girls are hogging Gerry anyway. *to Mikey* RIIIIGHT?
Mikey: *sniffles* Yes... *brightens up* But I don't care. *glomps tighter*
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-13 13:07:03 +0000 UTC]
Sal: *hugs Gee possessively*
Gee: *glances at her, his face smushed to her chest* This is a little uncomfortable....
Sal: Nonsense.
Mikey: Hahah.
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-13 13:15:04 +0000 UTC]
Draco: It looks funny.
Mikey: EVERYTHING they do is funny.
Draco: *sniggers* LOL.
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-13 13:16:17 +0000 UTC]
Gee: *gives Sal a waspish look* they're laughing at me.
Sal: I can't hear you.
Gee: THEY'RE LAUGHING AT ME.
Sal: you're mumbling!
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DRACOgit In reply to TeachMeTheHellSong [2007-02-13 13:26:33 +0000 UTC]
Mikey: *whispers* She has some hearing problems?
Draco: *looks* ...
Mikey: Well?
Draco: No. She just loves to torture him... RIGHT, SAL?????
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TeachMeTheHellSong In reply to DRACOgit [2007-02-13 15:48:11 +0000 UTC]
Sal: *looks at her* Right, what?
Gee: Sal--!!
Sal: *"can't hear him"* Is someone mumbling?!
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