Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> My Chemical Romance >> Dazed and Confused
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Stab My Back
went out into the hall, pointing to various rooms along the way, 'this
is stock room one
and that is stock room two, they are where you will spend a lot of your time, and you have to keep
the door open or it gets like a sauna in there pretty quick, that's the locker
room, fire exit one, fire exit two, there us out fabulous award winning restaurant, you get a 50%
discount in there, but you can't go in between the hours on 12-4' I glanced over to Alexa who was
just looking at Mary like she was insane 'now we're gonna
go back upstairs and get you guys something to do, and by the way, the uniform In here is all
black!' she said, giving Alexa an evil stare and looking at her red cardigan, she immediately
removed it leaving it on the coatrack in the hallway. 'Great, now come with me!'
We walked into the first stock room like she had said, it
was roasting, it was probably a good thing I didn't have a cardigan on! Mary brought us towards a
wall there were at least a few hundred hangers hung over a few bars, she then pulled 2 giant plastic
bags filled with coloured jumpers, 'now you need to
unwrap, hang and colour code these jumpers, that ok? Bye!' she shouted already halfway of the door
and shutting it behind her, 'so should we get started then?' Gerard questioned with mock enthusiasm,
I smiled and grabbed the colossal plastic bag filled with
About an hour later we were still sitting there sorting, it looked like we hadn't
even made a dent in the pile yet. I was no longer wearing my black hoodie, I had stopped denying
that I was roasted a long time ago; she had done the same shedding the chiffon
blouse she had been wearing over a t-shirt.
'What the fuck made me think this was in any way a good idea?' she muttered
wiping newly formed beads of sweat from her forehead, 'I know I don't remember applying for the job of slave!' I replied, 'wait I have an idea, we've been at this for a
while now, too long, what would you say to a quick break?'
'Sounds great, whatcha have in mind?' she asked hopping up to her feet
'Well I say some cardigans in the back that need
organising!' I shouted in reply, clapping my hands,
She raised her eyebrow giving me a funny look, 'um, what?'
'Joke!' I replied, she just giggled politely
He darted to the corner of the stock room dodging the cardboard boxes and
bags jutting out from all sides, 'uh, where are you going, cause I'm not
following you in there!' I shouted after him, 'don't worry I'm on my way back nooooow!' he said
popping up through the mess, 'here you go' he had handed me a long cardboard stick, 'I figured
they'd have a few here', he didn't expect me to know what
he was taking about, did he?
'Great that they had, um, cardboard sticks here, but what do you want me to do
with it?!' I asked just tossing it between my hands and giving him funny looks.
'What?! We are going to play sword fight! What did you
'I dunno, I just assumed there was some sort of
piñata involved? What's sword fighting exactly?'
'Seriously, you've never played sword fights?!'
'Sorry, I have one older sister, a very, very girly
one, we didn't have many sword fights'
'Aww dude, you're missing out! Here, hold it at the end, like that' he position
the cardboard in my hand, stepping back and doing the same with his own,
'Now what do we do?'
'What else? We fight!'
She let out
a girlish shriek running in the opposite direction of me, tactlessly making a
sprint for the corner, she was as good as dead already, 'I'm gonna get you!' I whispered, hearing a
giggle from behind a few pairs of trousers in front of me, I held in a few laughs, stealthily
advancing on the giggling rail of trousers, I grabbed the
top of the rail and began to peer over them, but before I could see behind a cardboard tube was
thrust out for the other side.
'ohhhh! Shit!' thud! I sprang up from behind my fort, 'I win!' I did a small
victory dance and made my way to the other side of the rail, 'beat ya! Oh crap,
you okay?' I asked him, he was sitting up on the ground now, hands clutching between his legs, then
I realised where I'd hit him, 'holy shit!' I burst out laughing, 'I'm so
sorry, here,' I held out a hand helping him up,
'Maybe it's best that you don't sword fight anymore, at
least not with me!' I quickly glanced at my watch, 'oh shit, we should get back to work! She doesn't
seem like the kinda person you wanna piss off!'
'Sure, we really should, just keep away from me with those
hangers; you could do some serious damage!'
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